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+Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL of WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others ++ +KING HENRY IV +
+So shaken as we are, so wan with care,+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
+And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
+To be commenced in strands afar remote.
+No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
+Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;
+Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,
+Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs
+Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,
+Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
+All of one nature, of one substance bred,
+Did lately meet in the intestine shock
+And furious close of civil butchery
+Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
+March all one way and be no more opposed
+Against acquaintance, kindred and allies:
+The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
+No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
+As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
+Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
+We are impressed and engaged to fight,
+Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
+Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
+To chase these pagans in those holy fields
+Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet
+Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd
+For our advantage on the bitter cross.
+But this our purpose now is twelve month old,
+And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go:
+Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear
+Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
+What yesternight our council did decree
+In forwarding this dear expedience.
+
+My liege, this haste was hot in question,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+And many limits of the charge set down
+But yesternight: when all athwart there came
+A post from Wales loaden with heavy news;
+Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer,
+Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
+Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
+Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
+A thousand of his people butchered;
+Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse,
+Such beastly shameless transformation,
+By those Welshwomen done as may not be
+Without much shame retold or spoken of.
+
+It seems then that the tidings of this broil+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Brake off our business for the Holy Land.
+
+This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;+ +KING HENRY IV +
+For more uneven and unwelcome news
+Came from the north and thus it did import:
+On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
+Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald,
+That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
+At Holmedon met,
+Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,
+As by discharge of their artillery,
+And shape of likelihood, the news was told;
+For he that brought them, in the very heat
+And pride of their contention did take horse,
+Uncertain of the issue any way.
+
+Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse.
+Stain'd with the variation of each soil
+Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;
+And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.
+The Earl of Douglas is discomfited:
+Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
+Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see
+On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took
+Mordake the Earl of Fife, and eldest son
+To beaten Douglas; and the Earl of Athol,
+Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith:
+And is not this an honourable spoil?
+A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?
+
+In faith,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
+
+Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin+ +WESTMORELAND +
+In envy that my Lord Northumberland
+Should be the father to so blest a son,
+A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;
+Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;
+Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride:
+Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
+See riot and dishonour stain the brow
+Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved
+That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged
+In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
+And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
+Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.
+But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,
+Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,
+Which he in this adventure hath surprised,
+To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
+I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.
+
+This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Malevolent to you in all aspects;
+Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up
+The crest of youth against your dignity.
+
+But I have sent for him to answer this;+ +WESTMORELAND +
+And for this cause awhile we must neglect
+Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
+Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we
+Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords:
+But come yourself with speed to us again;
+For more is to be said and to be done
+Than out of anger can be uttered.
+
+I will, my liege.+
+Exeunt
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+Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFF ++ +FALSTAFF +
+Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+
+Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack+ +FALSTAFF +
+and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon
+benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to
+demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know.
+What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the
+day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes
+capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the
+signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself
+a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no
+reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand
+the time of the day.
+
+Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not
+by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And,
+I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God
+save thy grace,--majesty I should say, for grace
+thou wilt have none,--
+
+What, none?+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+prologue to an egg and butter.
+
+Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly.+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+us that are squires of the night's body be called
+thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's
+foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the
+moon; and let men say we be men of good government,
+being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and
+chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.
+
+Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the+ +FALSTAFF +
+fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and
+flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is,
+by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold
+most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most
+dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with
+swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;'
+now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder
+and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.
+
+By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?
+
+As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And+ +FALSTAFF +
+is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?
+
+How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a
+buff jerkin?
+
+Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+time and oft.
+
+Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+
+Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch;+ +FALSTAFF +
+and where it would not, I have used my credit.
+
+Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+that thou art heir apparent--But, I prithee, sweet
+wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when
+thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is
+with the rusty curb of old father antic the law? Do
+not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.
+
+No; thou shalt.+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+
+Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have+ +FALSTAFF +
+the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman.
+
+Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell
+you.
+
+For obtaining of suits?+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy
+as a gib cat or a lugged bear.
+
+Or an old lion, or a lover's lute.+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+
+What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of+ +FALSTAFF +
+Moor-ditch?
+
+Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young
+prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more
+with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a
+commodity of good names were to be bought. An old
+lord of the council rated me the other day in the
+street about you, sir, but I marked him not; and yet
+he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not; and
+yet he talked wisely, and in the street too.
+
+Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the+ +FALSTAFF +
+streets, and no man regards it.
+
+O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon
+me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew
+thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man
+should speak truly, little better than one of the
+wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give
+it over: by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain:
+I'll be damned for never a king's son in
+Christendom.
+
+Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+do not, call me villain and baffle me.
+
+I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying+ +FALSTAFF +
+to purse-taking.
+
+Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+man to labour in his vocation.
+Enter POINS
+Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a
+match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what
+hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the
+most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand' to
+a true man.
+
+Good morrow, Ned.+ +POINS +
+
+Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how
+agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou
+soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira
+and a cold capon's leg?
+
+Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have+ +POINS +
+his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of
+proverbs: he will give the devil his due.
+
+Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+
+Else he had been damned for cozening the devil.+ +POINS +
+
+But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four+ +FALSTAFF +
+o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going
+to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders
+riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards
+for you all; you have horses for yourselves:
+Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester: I have bespoke
+supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we may do it
+as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff
+your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry
+at home and be hanged.
+
+Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not,+ +POINS +
+I'll hang you for going.
+
+You will, chops?+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+Hal, wilt thou make one?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+
+Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith.+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood
+royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings.
+
+Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap.+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+Why, that's well said.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+
+Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home.+ +FALSTAFF +
+
+By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+
+I care not.+ +POINS +
+
+Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me alone:+ +FALSTAFF +
+I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure
+that he shall go.
+
+Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may
+move and what he hears may be believed, that the
+true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false
+thief; for the poor abuses of the time want
+countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap.
+
+Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!+ +POINS +
+Exit Falstaff
+
+Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot
+manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill
+shall rob those men that we have already waylaid:
+yourself and I will not be there; and when they
+have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut
+this head off from my shoulders.
+
+How shall we part with them in setting forth?+ +POINS +
+
+Why, we will set forth before or after them, and+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at
+our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure
+upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have
+no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them.
+
+Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our+ +POINS +
+horses, by our habits and by every other
+appointment, to be ourselves.
+
+Tut! our horses they shall not see: I'll tie them+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+in the wood; our vizards we will change after we
+leave them: and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram
+for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments.
+
+Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us.+ +POINS +
+
+Well, for two of them, I know them to be as+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the
+third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll
+forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the
+incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will
+tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at
+least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what
+extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this
+lies the jest.
+
+Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things+ +POINS +
+necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap;
+there I'll sup. Farewell.
+
+Farewell, my lord.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Exit Poins
+
+I know you all, and will awhile uphold+
+The unyoked humour of your idleness:
+Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
+Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
+To smother up his beauty from the world,
+That, when he please again to be himself,
+Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
+By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
+Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
+If all the year were playing holidays,
+To sport would be as tedious as to work;
+But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come,
+And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
+So, when this loose behavior I throw off
+And pay the debt I never promised,
+By how much better than my word I am,
+By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;
+And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
+My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
+Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
+Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
+I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;
+Redeeming time when men think least I will.
+Exit
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+Enter the KING, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, SIR WALTER BLUNT, with others ++ +KING HENRY IV +
+My blood hath been too cold and temperate,+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+Unapt to stir at these indignities,
+And you have found me; for accordingly
+You tread upon my patience: but be sure
+I will from henceforth rather be myself,
+Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition;
+Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
+And therefore lost that title of respect
+Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.
+
+Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
+And that same greatness too which our own hands
+Have holp to make so portly.
+
+My lord.--+ +KING HENRY IV +
+
+Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Danger and disobedience in thine eye:
+O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
+And majesty might never yet endure
+The moody frontier of a servant brow.
+You have good leave to leave us: when we need
+Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
+Exit Worcester
+You were about to speak.
+To North
+
+Yea, my good lord.+ +HOTSPUR +
+Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,
+Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
+Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
+As is deliver'd to your majesty:
+Either envy, therefore, or misprison
+Is guilty of this fault and not my son.
+
+My liege, I did deny no prisoners.+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+But I remember, when the fight was done,
+When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
+Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
+Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,
+Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd
+Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
+He was perfumed like a milliner;
+And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
+A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
+He gave his nose and took't away again;
+Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
+Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talk'd,
+And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
+He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
+To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
+Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
+With many holiday and lady terms
+He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded
+My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.
+I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
+To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
+Out of my grief and my impatience,
+Answer'd neglectingly I know not what,
+He should or he should not; for he made me mad
+To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet
+And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman
+Of guns and drums and wounds,--God save the mark!--
+And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth
+Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
+And that it was great pity, so it was,
+This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd
+Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
+Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
+So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
+He would himself have been a soldier.
+This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
+I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
+And I beseech you, let not his report
+Come current for an accusation
+Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
+
+The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
+To such a person and in such a place,
+At such a time, with all the rest retold,
+May reasonably die and never rise
+To do him wrong or any way impeach
+What then he said, so he unsay it now.
+
+Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,+ +HOTSPUR +
+But with proviso and exception,
+That we at our own charge shall ransom straight
+His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
+Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
+The lives of those that he did lead to fight
+Against that great magician, damn'd Glendower,
+Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
+Hath lately married. Shall our coffers, then,
+Be emptied to redeem a traitor home?
+Shall we but treason? and indent with fears,
+When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
+No, on the barren mountains let him starve;
+For I shall never hold that man my friend
+Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
+To ransom home revolted Mortimer.
+
+Revolted Mortimer!+ +KING HENRY IV +
+He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
+But by the chance of war; to prove that true
+Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
+Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took
+When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
+In single opposition, hand to hand,
+He did confound the best part of an hour
+In changing hardiment with great Glendower:
+Three times they breathed and three times did
+they drink,
+Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
+Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
+Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
+And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
+Bloodstained with these valiant combatants.
+Never did base and rotten policy
+Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
+Nor could the noble Mortimer
+Receive so many, and all willingly:
+Then let not him be slander'd with revolt.
+
+Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him;+ +HOTSPUR +
+He never did encounter with Glendower:
+I tell thee,
+He durst as well have met the devil alone
+As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
+Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
+Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer:
+Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
+Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
+As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland,
+We licence your departure with your son.
+Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
+Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train
+
+An if the devil come and roar for them,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+I will not send them: I will after straight
+And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
+Albeit I make a hazard of my head.
+
+What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile:+ +HOTSPUR +
+Here comes your uncle.
+Re-enter WORCESTER
+
+Speak of Mortimer!+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul
+Want mercy, if I do not join with him:
+Yea, on his part I'll empty all these veins,
+And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust,
+But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
+As high in the air as this unthankful king,
+As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.
+
+Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+
+Who struck this heat up after I was gone?+ +HOTSPUR +
+
+He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+And when I urged the ransom once again
+Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale,
+And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
+Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
+
+I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim'd+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+By Richard that dead is the next of blood?
+
+He was; I heard the proclamation:+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+And then it was when the unhappy king,
+--Whose wrongs in us God pardon!--did set forth
+Upon his Irish expedition;
+From whence he intercepted did return
+To be deposed and shortly murdered.
+
+And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth+ +HOTSPUR +
+Live scandalized and foully spoken of.
+
+But soft, I pray you; did King Richard then+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
+Heir to the crown?
+
+He did; myself did hear it.+ +HOTSPUR +
+
+Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
+But shall it be that you, that set the crown
+Upon the head of this forgetful man
+And for his sake wear the detested blot
+Of murderous subornation, shall it be,
+That you a world of curses undergo,
+Being the agents, or base second means,
+The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
+O, pardon me that I descend so low,
+To show the line and the predicament
+Wherein you range under this subtle king;
+Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
+Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
+That men of your nobility and power
+Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,
+As both of you--God pardon it!--have done,
+To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
+An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
+And shall it in more shame be further spoken,
+That you are fool'd, discarded and shook off
+By him for whom these shames ye underwent?
+No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem
+Your banish'd honours and restore yourselves
+Into the good thoughts of the world again,
+Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt
+Of this proud king, who studies day and night
+To answer all the debt he owes to you
+Even with the bloody payment of your deaths:
+Therefore, I say--
+
+ Peace, cousin, say no more:+ +HOTSPUR +
+And now I will unclasp a secret book,
+And to your quick-conceiving discontents
+I'll read you matter deep and dangerous,
+As full of peril and adventurous spirit
+As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud
+On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
+
+If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim:+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Send danger from the east unto the west,
+So honour cross it from the north to south,
+And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs
+To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
+
+Imagination of some great exploit+ +HOTSPUR +
+Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
+
+By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
+Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
+Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
+And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
+So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
+Without corrival, all her dignities:
+But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
+
+He apprehends a world of figures here,+ +HOTSPUR +
+But not the form of what he should attend.
+Good cousin, give me audience for a while.
+
+I cry you mercy.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+
+ Those same noble Scots+ +HOTSPUR +
+That are your prisoners,--
+
+I'll keep them all;+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+By God, he shall not have a Scot of them;
+No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not:
+I'll keep them, by this hand.
+
+You start away+ +HOTSPUR +
+And lend no ear unto my purposes.
+Those prisoners you shall keep.
+
+Nay, I will; that's flat:+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
+Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
+But I will find him when he lies asleep,
+And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!'
+Nay,
+I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
+Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him
+To keep his anger still in motion.
+
+Hear you, cousin; a word.+ +HOTSPUR +
+
+All studies here I solemnly defy,+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:
+And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales,
+But that I think his father loves him not
+And would be glad he met with some mischance,
+I would have him poison'd with a pot of ale.
+
+Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to you+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+When you are better temper'd to attend.
+
+Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool+ +HOTSPUR +
+Art thou to break into this woman's mood,
+Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
+
+Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear
+Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
+In Richard's time,--what do you call the place?--
+A plague upon it, it is in Gloucestershire;
+'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
+His uncle York; where I first bow'd my knee
+Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,--
+'Sblood!--
+When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.
+
+At Berkley castle.+ +HOTSPUR +
+
+You say true:+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
+This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
+Look,'when his infant fortune came to age,'
+And 'gentle Harry Percy,' and 'kind cousin;'
+O, the devil take such cozeners! God forgive me!
+Good uncle, tell your tale; I have done.
+
+Nay, if you have not, to it again;+ +HOTSPUR +
+We will stay your leisure.
+
+I have done, i' faith.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+
+Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.+ +HOTSPUR +
+Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
+And make the Douglas' son your only mean
+For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons
+Which I shall send you written, be assured,
+Will easily be granted. You, my lord,
+To Northumberland
+Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
+Shall secretly into the bosom creep
+Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
+The archbishop.
+
+Of York, is it not?+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+
+True; who bears hard+ +HOTSPUR +
+His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.
+I speak not this in estimation,
+As what I think might be, but what I know
+Is ruminated, plotted and set down,
+And only stays but to behold the face
+Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
+
+I smell it: upon my life, it will do well.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+
+Before the game is afoot, thou still let'st slip.+ +HOTSPUR +
+
+Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot;+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+And then the power of Scotland and of York,
+To join with Mortimer, ha?
+
+And so they shall.+ +HOTSPUR +
+
+In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+
+And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,+ +HOTSPUR +
+To save our heads by raising of a head;
+For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
+The king will always think him in our debt,
+And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
+Till he hath found a time to pay us home:
+And see already how he doth begin
+To make us strangers to his looks of love.
+
+He does, he does: we'll be revenged on him.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+
+Cousin, farewell: no further go in this+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Than I by letters shall direct your course.
+When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
+I'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer;
+Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
+As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,
+To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
+Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
+
+Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust.+ +HOTSPUR +
+
+Uncle, Adieu: O, let the hours be short
+Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport!
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/1henryiv.2.1.html b/data/1henryiv.2.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f0e2ddc34140154411e5d625bf3771efe4e36ebf --- /dev/null +++ b/data/1henryiv.2.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,267 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 1, Scene 3 +
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 2, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Rochester. An inn yard.
+ ++Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand ++ +First Carrier ++Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be+ +Ostler +
+hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and
+yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!
++[Within] Anon, anon.+ +First Carrier +
++I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks+ +Second Carrier +
+in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out
+of all cess.
+Enter another Carrier
++Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that+ +First Carrier +
+is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this
+house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.
++Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats+ +Second Carrier +
+rose; it was the death of him.
++I think this be the most villanous house in all+ +First Carrier +
+London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.
++Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king+ +Second Carrier +
+christen could be better bit than I have been since
+the first cock.
++Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we+ +First Carrier +
+leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds
+fleas like a loach.
++What, ostler! come away and be hanged!+ +Second Carrier +
++I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger,+ +First Carrier +
+to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.
++God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite+ +GADSHILL +
+starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou
+never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An
+'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate
+on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged!
+hast thou no faith in thee?
+Enter GADSHILL
++Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?+ +First Carrier +
++I think it be two o'clock.+ +GADSHILL +
++I pray thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding+ +First Carrier +
+in the stable.
++Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.+ +GADSHILL +
++I pray thee, lend me thine.+ +Second Carrier +
++Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth+ +GADSHILL +
+he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.
++Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?+ +Second Carrier +
++Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant+ +GADSHILL +
+thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the
+gentleman: they will along with company, for they
+have great charge.
+Exeunt carriers
++What, ho! chamberlain!+ +Chamberlain +
++[Within] At hand, quoth pick-purse.+ +GADSHILL +
++That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth the+ +Chamberlain +
+chamberlain; for thou variest no more from picking
+of purses than giving direction doth from labouring;
+thou layest the plot how.
+Enter Chamberlain
++Good morrow, Master Gadshill. It holds current that+ +GADSHILL +
+I told you yesternight: there's a franklin in the
+wild of Kent hath brought three hundred marks with
+him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his
+company last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one
+that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what.
+They are up already, and call for eggs and butter;
+they will away presently.
++Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas'+ +Chamberlain +
+clerks, I'll give thee this neck.
++No, I'll none of it: I pray thee keep that for the+ +GADSHILL +
+hangman; for I know thou worshippest St. Nicholas
+as truly as a man of falsehood may.
++What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I hang,+ +Chamberlain +
+I'll make a fat pair of gallows; for if I hang, old
+Sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he is no
+starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou
+dreamest not of, the which for sport sake are
+content to do the profession some grace; that would,
+if matters should be looked into, for their own
+credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with no
+foot-land rakers, no long-staff sixpenny strikers,
+none of these mad mustachio purple-hued malt-worms;
+but with nobility and tranquillity, burgomasters and
+great oneyers, such as can hold in, such as will
+strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than
+drink, and drink sooner than pray: and yet, zounds,
+I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the
+commonwealth; or rather, not pray to her, but prey
+on her, for they ride up and down on her and make
+her their boots.
++What, the commonwealth their boots? will she hold+ +GADSHILL +
+out water in foul way?
++She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We+ +Chamberlain +
+steal as in a castle, cocksure; we have the receipt
+of fern-seed, we walk invisible.
++Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding to+ +GADSHILL +
+the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible.
++Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our+ +Chamberlain +
+purchase, as I am a true man.
++Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.+ +GADSHILL +
++Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. Bid the+
+ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell,
+you muddy knave.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/1henryiv.2.2.html b/data/1henryiv.2.2.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..db59953f6cea8f1bf9df0c54e3e75ec5f0273c62 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/1henryiv.2.2.html @@ -0,0 +1,336 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 2, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. The highway, near Gadshill. + + + + + + ++
+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. The highway, near Gadshill.
+ ++Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS ++ +POINS ++Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.
++Stand close.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Enter FALSTAFF
++Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost+ +FALSTAFF +
+thou keep!
++Where's Poins, Hal?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know
+not where. If I travel but four foot by the squier
+further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt
+not but to die a fair death for all this, if I
+'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have
+forsworn his company hourly any time this two and
+twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the
+rogue's company. If the rascal hath not given me
+medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it
+could not be else: I have drunk medicines. Poins!
+Hal! a plague upon you both! Bardolph! Peto!
+I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere
+not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man and to
+leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that
+ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven
+ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me;
+and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough:
+a plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
+They whistle
+Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you
+rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged!
++Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close+ +FALSTAFF +
+to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread
+of travellers.
++Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot
+again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer.
+What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?
++Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+good king's son.
++Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent+ +GADSHILL +
+garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I
+have not ballads made on you all and sung to filthy
+tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: when a jest
+is so forward, and afoot too! I hate it.
+Enter GADSHILL, BARDOLPH and PETO
++Stand.+ +FALSTAFF +
++So I do, against my will.+ +POINS +
++O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph,+ +BARDOLPH +
+what news?
++Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there 's+ +FALSTAFF +
+money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going
+to the king's exchequer.
++You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern.+ +GADSHILL +
++There's enough to make us all.+ +FALSTAFF +
++To be hanged.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane;+ +PETO +
+Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape
+from your encounter, then they light on us.
++How many be there of them?+ +GADSHILL +
++Some eight or ten.+ +FALSTAFF +
++'Zounds, will they not rob us?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+but yet no coward, Hal.
++Well, we leave that to the proof.+ +POINS +
++Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:+ +FALSTAFF +
+when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him.
+Farewell, and stand fast.
++Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Ned, where are our disguises?+ +POINS +
++Here, hard by: stand close.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and POINS
++Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:+ +First Traveller +
+every man to his business.
+Enter the Travellers
++Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses down+ +Thieves +
+the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.
++Stand!+ +Travellers +
++Jesus bless us!+ +FALSTAFF +
++Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:+ +Travellers +
+ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they
+hate us youth: down with them: fleece them.
++O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!+ +FALSTAFF +
++Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+fat chuffs: I would your store were here! On,
+bacons, on! What, ye knaves! young men must live.
+You are Grand-jurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, 'faith.
+Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt
+Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS
++The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou+ +POINS +
+and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it
+would be argument for a week, laughter for a month
+and a good jest for ever.
++Stand close; I hear them coming.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Enter the Thieves again
++Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two
+arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's
+no more valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck.
++Your money!+ +POINS +
++Villains!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them; they all run away; and Falstaff, after a blow or two, runs away too, leaving the booty behind them
++Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse:+ +POINS +
+The thieves are all scatter'd and possess'd with fear
+So strongly that they dare not meet each other;
+Each takes his fellow for an officer.
+Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
+And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
+Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him.
++How the rogue roar'd!+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/1henryiv.2.3.html b/data/1henryiv.2.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d92285f437dabb5708c3de0debeaabc3cee59bcb --- /dev/null +++ b/data/1henryiv.2.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,256 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Warkworth castle + + + + + + ++
+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 2, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Warkworth castle
+ ++Enter HOTSPUR, solus, reading a letter ++ +HOTSPUR ++'But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well+ +LADY PERCY +
+contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear
+your house.' He could be contented: why is he not,
+then? In respect of the love he bears our house:
+he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than
+he loves our house. Let me see some more. 'The
+purpose you undertake is dangerous;'--why, that's
+certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to
+drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this
+nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 'The
+purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you
+have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and
+your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so
+great an opposition.' Say you so, say you so? I say
+unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and
+you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord,
+our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our
+friends true and constant: a good plot, good
+friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot,
+very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is
+this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the
+general course of action. 'Zounds, an I were now by
+this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan.
+Is there not my father, my uncle and myself? lord
+Edmund Mortimer, My lord of York and Owen Glendower?
+is there not besides the Douglas? have I not all
+their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the
+next month? and are they not some of them set
+forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an
+infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity
+of fear and cold heart, will he to the king and lay
+open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself
+and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of
+skim milk with so honourable an action! Hang him!
+let him tell the king: we are prepared. I will set
+forward to-night.
+Enter LADY PERCY
+How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours.
++O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?+ +HOTSPUR +
+For what offence have I this fortnight been
+A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
+Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
+Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep?
+Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
+And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
+Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;
+And given my treasures and my rights of thee
+To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?
+In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
+And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
+Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
+Cry 'Courage! to the field!' And thou hast talk'd
+Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,
+Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
+Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
+Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain,
+And all the currents of a heady fight.
+Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war
+And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,
+That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow
+Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;
+And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
+Such as we see when men restrain their breath
+On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
+Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
+And I must know it, else he loves me not.
++What, ho!+ +Servant +
+Enter Servant
+Is Gilliams with the packet gone?
++He is, my lord, an hour ago.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?+ +Servant +
++One horse, my lord, he brought even now.+ +HOTSPUR +
++What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not?+ +Servant +
++It is, my lord.+ +HOTSPUR +
++ That roan shall by my throne.+ +LADY PERCY +
+Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!
+Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.
+Exit Servant
++But hear you, my lord.+ +HOTSPUR +
++What say'st thou, my lady?+ +LADY PERCY +
++What is it carries you away?+ +HOTSPUR +
++Why, my horse, my love, my horse.+ +LADY PERCY +
++Out, you mad-headed ape!+ +HOTSPUR +
+A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
+As you are toss'd with. In faith,
+I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.
+I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir
+About his title, and hath sent for you
+To line his enterprise: but if you go,--
++So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.+ +LADY PERCY +
++Come, come, you paraquito, answer me+ +HOTSPUR +
+Directly unto this question that I ask:
+In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
+An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.
++Away,+ +LADY PERCY +
+Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not,
+I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world
+To play with mammets and to tilt with lips:
+We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,
+And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!
+What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou
+have with me?
++Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?+ +HOTSPUR +
+Well, do not then; for since you love me not,
+I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
+Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.
++Come, wilt thou see me ride?+ +LADY PERCY +
+And when I am on horseback, I will swear
+I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
+I must not have you henceforth question me
+Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:
+Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,
+This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.
+I know you wise, but yet no farther wise
+Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are,
+But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
+No lady closer; for I well believe
+Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
+And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.
++How! so far?+ +HOTSPUR +
++Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate:+ +LADY PERCY +
+Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
+To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.
+Will this content you, Kate?
++It must of force.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.
+ ++Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS ++ +PRINCE HENRY ++Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me+ +POINS +
+thy hand to laugh a little.
++Where hast been, Hal?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four+ +POINS +
+score hogsheads. I have sounded the very
+base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother
+to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by
+their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis.
+They take it already upon their salvation, that
+though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king
+of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack,
+like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a
+good boy, by the Lord, so they call me, and when I
+am king of England, I shall command all the good
+lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing
+scarlet; and when you breathe in your watering, they
+cry 'hem!' and bid you play it off. To conclude, I
+am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour,
+that I can drink with any tinker in his own language
+during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost
+much honour, that thou wert not with me in this sweet
+action. But, sweet Ned,--to sweeten which name of
+Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped
+even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one that
+never spake other English in his life than 'Eight
+shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome,' with
+this shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint
+of bastard in the Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to
+drive away the time till Falstaff come, I prithee,
+do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my
+puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do
+thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale
+to me may be nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and
+I'll show thee a precedent.
++Francis!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Thou art perfect.+ +POINS +
++Francis!+ +FRANCIS +
+Exit POINS
+Enter FRANCIS
++Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Come hither, Francis.+ +FRANCIS +
++My lord?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++How long hast thou to serve, Francis?+ +FRANCIS +
++Forsooth, five years, and as much as to--+ +POINS +
++[Within] Francis!+ +FRANCIS +
++Anon, anon, sir.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking+ +FRANCIS +
+of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant
+as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it
+a fair pair of heels and run from it?
++O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in+ +POINS +
+England, I could find in my heart.
++[Within] Francis!+ +FRANCIS +
++Anon, sir.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++How old art thou, Francis?+ +FRANCIS +
++Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be--+ +POINS +
++[Within] Francis!+ +FRANCIS +
++Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou+ +FRANCIS +
+gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not?
++O Lord, I would it had been two!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me+ +POINS +
+when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.
++[Within] Francis!+ +FRANCIS +
++Anon, anon.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis;+ +FRANCIS +
+or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when
+thou wilt. But, Francis!
++My lord?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,+ +FRANCIS +
+not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
+smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,--
++O Lord, sir, who do you mean?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink;+ +FRANCIS +
+for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet
+will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.
++What, sir?+ +POINS +
++[Within] Francis!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call?+ +Vintner +
+Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go
+Enter Vintner
++What, standest thou still, and hearest such a+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+calling? Look to the guests within.
+Exit Francis
+My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are
+at the door: shall I let them in?
++Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.+ +POINS +
+Exit Vintner
+Poins!
+Re-enter POINS
++Anon, anon, sir.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at+ +POINS +
+the door: shall we be merry?
++As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; what+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+cunning match have you made with this jest of the
+drawer? come, what's the issue?
++I am now of all humours that have showed themselves+ +FRANCIS +
+humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the
+pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.
+Re-enter FRANCIS
+What's o'clock, Francis?
++Anon, anon, sir.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Exit
++That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a+ +POINS +
+parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is
+upstairs and downstairs; his eloquence the parcel of
+a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the
+Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or
+seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his
+hands, and says to his wife 'Fie upon this quiet
+life! I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she,
+'how many hast thou killed to-day?' 'Give my roan
+horse a drench,' says he; and answers 'Some
+fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle, a trifle.' I
+prithee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and
+that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his
+wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.
+Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO; FRANCIS following with wine
++Welcome, Jack: where hast thou been?+ +FALSTAFF +
++A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+marry, and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I
+lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend
+them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards!
+Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant?
+He drinks
++Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?+ +FALSTAFF +
+pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale
+of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that compound.
++You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man:
+yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime
+in it. A villanous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack;
+die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be
+not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a
+shotten herring. There live not three good men
+unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and
+grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say.
+I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any
+thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still.
++How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?+ +FALSTAFF +
++A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy
+subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese,
+I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales!
++Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there?+ +POINS +
++'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lord, I'll stab thee.
++I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I
+could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight
+enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your
+back: call you that backing of your friends? A
+plague upon such backing! give me them that will
+face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I
+drunk to-day.
++O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou+ +FALSTAFF +
+drunkest last.
++All's one for that.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+He drinks
+A plague of all cowards, still say I.
++What's the matter?+ +FALSTAFF +
++What's the matter! there be four of us here have+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.
++Where is it, Jack? where is it?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+poor four of us.
++What, a hundred, man?+ +FALSTAFF +
++I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by
+miracle. I am eight times thrust through the
+doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut
+through and through; my sword hacked like a
+hand-saw--ecce signum! I never dealt better since
+I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all
+cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or
+less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness.
++Speak, sirs; how was it?+ +GADSHILL +
++We four set upon some dozen--+ +FALSTAFF +
++Sixteen at least, my lord.+ +GADSHILL +
++And bound them.+ +PETO +
++No, no, they were not bound.+ +FALSTAFF +
++You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I+ +GADSHILL +
+am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.
++As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us--+ +FALSTAFF +
++And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++What, fought you with them all?+ +FALSTAFF +
++All! I know not what you call all; but if I fought+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if
+there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old
+Jack, then am I no two-legged creature.
++Pray God you have not murdered some of them.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+of them; two I am sure I have paid, two rogues
+in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell
+thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou
+knowest my old ward; here I lay and thus I bore my
+point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me--
++What, four? thou saidst but two even now.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Four, Hal; I told thee four.+ +POINS +
++Ay, ay, he said four.+ +FALSTAFF +
++These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven
+points in my target, thus.
++Seven? why, there were but four even now.+ +FALSTAFF +
++In buckram?+ +POINS +
++Ay, four, in buckram suits.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Dost thou hear me, Hal?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+in buckram that I told thee of--
++So, two more already.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Their points being broken,--+ +POINS +
++Down fell their hose.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Began to give me ground: but I followed me close,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of
+the eleven I paid.
++O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!+ +FALSTAFF +
++But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive
+at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst
+not see thy hand.
++These lies are like their father that begets them;+ +FALSTAFF +
+gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou
+clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou
+whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,--
++What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+the truth?
++Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal+ +POINS +
+green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy
+hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this?
++Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.+ +FALSTAFF +
++What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at the+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would
+not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on
+compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as
+blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon
+compulsion, I.
++I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine+ +FALSTAFF +
+coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker,
+this huge hill of flesh,--
++'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O
+for breath to utter what is like thee! you
+tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile
+standing-tuck,--
++Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and+ +POINS +
+when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons,
+hear me speak but this.
++Mark, Jack.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++We two saw you four set on four and bound them, and+ +POINS +
+were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain
+tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on you
+four; and, with a word, out-faced you from your
+prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in
+the house: and, Falstaff, you carried your guts
+away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared
+for mercy and still run and roared, as ever I heard
+bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword
+as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight!
+What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst
+thou now find out to hide thee from this open and
+apparent shame?
++Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou now?+ +FALSTAFF +
++By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the
+heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince?
+why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but
+beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true
+prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a
+coward on instinct. I shall think the better of
+myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant
+lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord,
+lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap
+to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
+Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles
+of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be
+merry? shall we have a play extempore?
++Content; and the argument shall be thy running away.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!+ +Hostess +
+Enter Hostess
++O Jesu, my lord the prince!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to+ +Hostess +
+me?
++Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+door would speak with you: he says he comes from
+your father.
++Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and+ +FALSTAFF +
+send him back again to my mother.
++What manner of man is he?+ +Hostess +
++An old man.+ +FALSTAFF +
++What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+I give him his answer?
++Prithee, do, Jack.+ +FALSTAFF +
++'Faith, and I'll send him packing.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Exit FALSTAFF
++Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,+ +BARDOLPH +
+Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you
+ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true
+prince; no, fie!
++'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's+ +PETO +
+sword so hacked?
++Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would+ +BARDOLPH +
+swear truth out of England but he would make you
+believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.
++Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments
+with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I
+did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed
+to hear his monstrous devices.
++O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years+ +BARDOLPH +
+ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since
+thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and
+sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what
+instinct hadst thou for it?
++My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+these exhalations?
++I do.+ +BARDOLPH +
++What think you they portend?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Hot livers and cold purses.+ +BARDOLPH +
++Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++No, if rightly taken, halter.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Re-enter FALSTAFF
+Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone.
+How now, my sweet creature of bombast!
+How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?
++My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I was+ +POINS +
+not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have
+crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of
+sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a
+bladder. There's villanous news abroad: here was
+Sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the
+court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the
+north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the
+bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and swore the
+devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh
+hook--what a plague call you him?
++O, Glendower.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of
+Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill
+perpendicular,--
++He that rides at high speed and with his pistol+ +FALSTAFF +
+kills a sparrow flying.
++You have hit it.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++So did he never the sparrow.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so+ +FALSTAFF +
+for running!
++O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Yes, Jack, upon instinct.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more:
+Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's
+beard is turned white with the news: you may buy
+land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.
++Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June and+ +FALSTAFF +
+this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads
+as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.
++By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like we+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+shall have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal,
+art not thou horrible afeard? thou being
+heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three
+such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that
+spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou
+not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at
+it?
++Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thou+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.
++Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the+ +FALSTAFF +
+particulars of my life.
++Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.
++Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden+ +FALSTAFF +
+sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich
+crown for a pitiful bald crown!
++Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to
+make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have
+wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it
+in King Cambyses' vein.
++Well, here is my leg.+ +FALSTAFF +
++And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.+ +Hostess +
++O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith!+ +FALSTAFF +
++Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain.+ +Hostess +
++O, the father, how he holds his countenance!+ +FALSTAFF +
++For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;+ +Hostess +
+For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.
++O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry+ +FALSTAFF +
+players as ever I see!
++Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy
+time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though
+the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster
+it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the
+sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have
+partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion,
+but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye and a
+foolish-hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant
+me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point;
+why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall
+the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat
+blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall
+the sun of England prove a thief and take purses? a
+question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry,
+which thou hast often heard of and it is known to
+many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch,
+as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth
+the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not
+speak to thee in drink but in tears, not in
+pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but in
+woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom I
+have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.
++What manner of man, an it like your majesty?+ +FALSTAFF +
++A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble
+carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or,
+by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I
+remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man
+should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry,
+I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be
+known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then,
+peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that
+Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell
+me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast
+thou been this month?
++Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me,+ +FALSTAFF +
+and I'll play my father.
++Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by
+the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.
++Well, here I am set.+ +FALSTAFF +
++And here I stand: judge, my masters.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Now, Harry, whence come you?+ +FALSTAFF +
++My noble lord, from Eastcheap.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.+ +FALSTAFF +
++'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+ye for a young prince, i' faith.
++Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look+ +FALSTAFF +
+on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace:
+there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an
+old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why
+dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that
+bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel
+of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed
+cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with
+the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that
+grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in
+years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and
+drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a
+capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?
+wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous,
+but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?
++I would your grace would take me with you: whom+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+means your grace?
++That villanous abominable misleader of youth,+ +FALSTAFF +
+Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.
++My lord, the man I know.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++I know thou dost.+ +FALSTAFF +
++But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+were to say more than I know. That he is old, the
+more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but
+that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,
+that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault,
+God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a
+sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if
+to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine
+are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto,
+banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack
+Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,
+valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant,
+being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him
+thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's
+company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
++I do, I will.+ +BARDOLPH +
+A knocking heard
+Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH
+Re-enter BARDOLPH, running
++O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a most+ +FALSTAFF +
+monstrous watch is at the door.
++Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to+ +Hostess +
+say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
+Re-enter the Hostess
++O Jesu, my lord, my lord!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick:+ +Hostess +
+what's the matter?
++The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they+ +FALSTAFF +
+are come to search the house. Shall I let them in?
++Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad,
+without seeming so.
++And thou a natural coward, without instinct.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart
+as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up!
+I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter as another.
++Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk up+ +FALSTAFF +
+above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good
+conscience.
++Both which I have had: but their date is out, and+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+therefore I'll hide me.
++Call in the sheriff.+ +Sheriff +
+Exeunt all except PRINCE HENRY and PETO
+Enter Sheriff and the Carrier
+Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me?
++First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.
++What men?+ +Sheriff +
++One of them is well known, my gracious lord,+ +Carrier +
+A gross fat man.
++ As fat as butter.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++The man, I do assure you, is not here;+ +Sheriff +
+For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
+And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee
+That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
+Send him to answer thee, or any man,
+For any thing he shall be charged withal:
+And so let me entreat you leave the house.
++I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.
++It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,+ +Sheriff +
+He shall be answerable; and so farewell.
++Good night, my noble lord.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++I think it is good morrow, is it not?+ +Sheriff +
++Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier
++This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go,+ +PETO +
+call him forth.
++Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+snorting like a horse.
++Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.+ +PETO +
+He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papers
+What hast thou found?
++Nothing but papers, my lord.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Let's see what they be: read them.+ +PETO +
++[Reads] Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
+Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
+Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
+Item, Bread, ob.
++O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to+ +PETO +
+this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else,
+keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there
+let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the
+morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place
+shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a
+charge of foot; and I know his death will be a
+march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid
+back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in
+the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto.
+Exeunt
++Good morrow, good my lord.
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 3, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.
+ ++Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER ++ +MORTIMER ++These promises are fair, the parties sure,+ +HOTSPUR +
+And our induction full of prosperous hope.
++Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,+ +GLENDOWER +
+Will you sit down?
+And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it!
+I have forgot the map.
++No, here it is.+ +HOTSPUR +
+Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur,
+For by that name as oft as Lancaster
+Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale and with
+A rising sigh he wisheth you in heaven.
++And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.+ +GLENDOWER +
++I cannot blame him: at my nativity+ +HOTSPUR +
+The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
+Of burning cressets; and at my birth
+The frame and huge foundation of the earth
+Shaked like a coward.
++Why, so it would have done at the same season, if+ +GLENDOWER +
+your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself
+had never been born.
++I say the earth did shake when I was born.+ +HOTSPUR +
++And I say the earth was not of my mind,+ +GLENDOWER +
+If you suppose as fearing you it shook.
++The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.+ +HOTSPUR +
++O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,+ +GLENDOWER +
+And not in fear of your nativity.
+Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
+In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
+Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
+By the imprisoning of unruly wind
+Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
+Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down
+Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth
+Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
+In passion shook.
++ Cousin, of many men+ +HOTSPUR +
+I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
+To tell you once again that at my birth
+The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
+The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
+Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
+These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
+And all the courses of my life do show
+I am not in the roll of common men.
+Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea
+That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
+Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
+And bring him out that is but woman's son
+Can trace me in the tedious ways of art
+And hold me pace in deep experiments.
++I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.+ +MORTIMER +
+I'll to dinner.
++Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.+ +GLENDOWER +
++I can call spirits from the vasty deep.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Why, so can I, or so can any man;+ +GLENDOWER +
+But will they come when you do call for them?
++Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command+ +HOTSPUR +
+The devil.
++And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil+ +MORTIMER +
+By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil.
+If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
+And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
+O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
++Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat.+ +GLENDOWER +
++Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head+ +HOTSPUR +
+Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye
+And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him
+Bootless home and weather-beaten back.
++Home without boots, and in foul weather too!+ +GLENDOWER +
+How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
++Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right+ +MORTIMER +
+According to our threefold order ta'en?
++The archdeacon hath divided it+ +GLENDOWER +
+Into three limits very equally:
+England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
+By south and east is to my part assign'd:
+All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
+And all the fertile land within that bound,
+To Owen Glendower: and, dear coz, to you
+The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
+And our indentures tripartite are drawn;
+Which being sealed interchangeably,
+A business that this night may execute,
+To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I
+And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth
+To meet your father and the Scottish power,
+As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
+My father Glendower is not ready yet,
+Not shall we need his help these fourteen days.
+Within that space you may have drawn together
+Your tenants, friends and neighbouring gentlemen.
++A shorter time shall send me to you, lords:+ +HOTSPUR +
+And in my conduct shall your ladies come;
+From whom you now must steal and take no leave,
+For there will be a world of water shed
+Upon the parting of your wives and you.
++Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,+ +GLENDOWER +
+In quantity equals not one of yours:
+See how this river comes me cranking in,
+And cuts me from the best of all my land
+A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
+I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;
+And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
+In a new channel, fair and evenly;
+It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
+To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
++Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth.+ +MORTIMER +
++Yea, but+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up
+With like advantage on the other side;
+Gelding the opposed continent as much
+As on the other side it takes from you.
++Yea, but a little charge will trench him here+ +HOTSPUR +
+And on this north side win this cape of land;
+And then he runs straight and even.
++I'll have it so: a little charge will do it.+ +GLENDOWER +
++I'll not have it alter'd.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Will not you?+ +GLENDOWER +
++No, nor you shall not.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Who shall say me nay?+ +GLENDOWER +
++Why, that will I.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Let me not understand you, then; speak it in Welsh.+ +GLENDOWER +
++I can speak English, lord, as well as you;+ +HOTSPUR +
+For I was train'd up in the English court;
+Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
+Many an English ditty lovely well
+And gave the tongue a helpful ornament,
+A virtue that was never seen in you.
++Marry,+ +GLENDOWER +
+And I am glad of it with all my heart:
+I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
+Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;
+I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,
+Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
+And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
+Nothing so much as mincing poetry:
+'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
++Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.+ +HOTSPUR +
++I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land+ +GLENDOWER +
+To any well-deserving friend;
+But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
+I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
+Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
++The moon shines fair; you may away by night:+ +MORTIMER +
+I'll haste the writer and withal
+Break with your wives of your departure hence:
+I am afraid my daughter will run mad,
+So much she doteth on her Mortimer.
+Exit GLENDOWER
++Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father!+ +HOTSPUR +
++I cannot choose: sometime he angers me+ +MORTIMER +
+With telling me of the mouldwarp and the ant,
+Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,
+And of a dragon and a finless fish,
+A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven,
+A couching lion and a ramping cat,
+And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
+As puts me from my faith. I tell you what;
+He held me last night at least nine hours
+In reckoning up the several devils' names
+That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,'
+But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious
+As a tired horse, a railing wife;
+Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live
+With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,
+Than feed on cates and have him talk to me
+In any summer-house in Christendom.
++In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+Exceedingly well read, and profited
+In strange concealments, valiant as a lion
+And as wondrous affable and as bountiful
+As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?
+He holds your temper in a high respect
+And curbs himself even of his natural scope
+When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does:
+I warrant you, that man is not alive
+Might so have tempted him as you have done,
+Without the taste of danger and reproof:
+But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
++In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;+ +HOTSPUR +
+And since your coming hither have done enough
+To put him quite beside his patience.
+You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
+Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,--
+And that's the dearest grace it renders you,--
+Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
+Defect of manners, want of government,
+Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain:
+The least of which haunting a nobleman
+Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain
+Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
+Beguiling them of commendation.
++Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed!+ +MORTIMER +
+Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
+Re-enter GLENDOWER with the ladies
++This is the deadly spite that angers me;+ +GLENDOWER +
+My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.
++My daughter weeps: she will not part with you;+ +MORTIMER +
+She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
++Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy+ +GLENDOWER +
+Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
+Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the same
++She is desperate here; a peevish self-wind harlotry,+ +MORTIMER +
+one that no persuasion can do good upon.
+The lady speaks in Welsh
++I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh+ +GLENDOWER +
+Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens
+I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
+In such a parley should I answer thee.
+The lady speaks again in Welsh
+I understand thy kisses and thou mine,
+And that's a feeling disputation:
+But I will never be a truant, love,
+Till I have learned thy language; for thy tongue
+Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
+Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
+With ravishing division, to her lute.
++Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.+ +MORTIMER +
+The lady speaks again in Welsh
++O, I am ignorance itself in this!+ +GLENDOWER +
++She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down+ +MORTIMER +
+And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
+And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
+And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep.
+Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
+Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
+As is the difference betwixt day and night
+The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
+Begins his golden progress in the east.
++With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing:+ +GLENDOWER +
+By that time will our book, I think, be drawn
++Do so;+ +HOTSPUR +
+And those musicians that shall play to you
+Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,
+And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.
++Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come,+ +LADY PERCY +
+quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
++Go, ye giddy goose.+ +HOTSPUR +
+The music plays
++Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;+ +LADY PERCY +
+And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
+By'r lady, he is a good musician.
++Then should you be nothing but musical for you are+ +HOTSPUR +
+altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief,
+and hear the lady sing in Welsh.
++I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.+ +LADY PERCY +
++Wouldst thou have thy head broken?+ +HOTSPUR +
++No.+ +LADY PERCY +
++Then be still.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Neither;'tis a woman's fault.+ +LADY PERCY +
++Now God help thee!+ +HOTSPUR +
++To the Welsh lady's bed.+ +LADY PERCY +
++What's that?+ +HOTSPUR +
++Peace! she sings.+ +HOTSPUR +
+Here the lady sings a Welsh song
++Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.+ +LADY PERCY +
++Not mine, in good sooth.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear like a+ +LADY PERCY +
+comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and
+'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and
+'as sure as day,'
+And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
+As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury.
+Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
+A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,'
+And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
+To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens.
+Come, sing.
++I will not sing.+ +HOTSPUR +
++'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast+ +GLENDOWER +
+teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away
+within these two hours; and so, come in when ye will.
+Exit
++Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow+ +MORTIMER +
+As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.
+By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal,
+And then to horse immediately.
++With all my heart.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 3, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. London. The palace.
+ ++Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, and others ++ +KING HENRY IV ++Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Must have some private conference; but be near at hand,
+For we shall presently have need of you.
+Exeunt Lords
+I know not whether God will have it so,
+For some displeasing service I have done,
+That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
+He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
+But thou dost in thy passages of life
+Make me believe that thou art only mark'd
+For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven
+To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,
+Could such inordinate and low desires,
+Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,
+Such barren pleasures, rude society,
+As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,
+Accompany the greatness of thy blood
+And hold their level with thy princely heart?
++So please your majesty, I would I could+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Quit all offences with as clear excuse
+As well as I am doubtless I can purge
+Myself of many I am charged withal:
+Yet such extenuation let me beg,
+As, in reproof of many tales devised,
+which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,
+By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers,
+I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
+Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
+Find pardon on my true submission.
++God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, Harry,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+At thy affections, which do hold a wing
+Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
+Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost.
+Which by thy younger brother is supplied,
+And art almost an alien to the hearts
+Of all the court and princes of my blood:
+The hope and expectation of thy time
+Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
+Prophetically doth forethink thy fall.
+Had I so lavish of my presence been,
+So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
+So stale and cheap to vulgar company,
+Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
+Had still kept loyal to possession
+And left me in reputeless banishment,
+A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.
+By being seldom seen, I could not stir
+But like a comet I was wonder'd at;
+That men would tell their children 'This is he;'
+Others would say 'Where, which is Bolingbroke?'
+And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
+And dress'd myself in such humility
+That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
+Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths,
+Even in the presence of the crowned king.
+Thus did I keep my person fresh and new;
+My presence, like a robe pontifical,
+Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state,
+Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast
+And won by rareness such solemnity.
+The skipping king, he ambled up and down
+With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits,
+Soon kindled and soon burnt; carded his state,
+Mingled his royalty with capering fools,
+Had his great name profaned with their scorns
+And gave his countenance, against his name,
+To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push
+Of every beardless vain comparative,
+Grew a companion to the common streets,
+Enfeoff'd himself to popularity;
+That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
+They surfeited with honey and began
+To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
+More than a little is by much too much.
+So when he had occasion to be seen,
+He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
+Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes
+As, sick and blunted with community,
+Afford no extraordinary gaze,
+Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
+When it shines seldom in admiring eyes;
+But rather drowzed and hung their eyelids down,
+Slept in his face and render'd such aspect
+As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
+Being with his presence glutted, gorged and full.
+And in that very line, Harry, standest thou;
+For thou has lost thy princely privilege
+With vile participation: not an eye
+But is a-weary of thy common sight,
+Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more;
+Which now doth that I would not have it do,
+Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
++I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Be more myself.
++ For all the world+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+As thou art to this hour was Richard then
+When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh,
+And even as I was then is Percy now.
+Now, by my sceptre and my soul to boot,
+He hath more worthy interest to the state
+Than thou the shadow of succession;
+For of no right, nor colour like to right,
+He doth fill fields with harness in the realm,
+Turns head against the lion's armed jaws,
+And, being no more in debt to years than thou,
+Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on
+To bloody battles and to bruising arms.
+What never-dying honour hath he got
+Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds,
+Whose hot incursions and great name in arms
+Holds from all soldiers chief majority
+And military title capital
+Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ:
+Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes,
+This infant warrior, in his enterprises
+Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,
+Enlarged him and made a friend of him,
+To fill the mouth of deep defiance up
+And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
+And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
+The Archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer,
+Capitulate against us and are up.
+But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
+Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
+Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
+Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear,
+Base inclination and the start of spleen
+To fight against me under Percy's pay,
+To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns,
+To show how much thou art degenerate.
++Do not think so; you shall not find it so:+ +KING HENRY IV +
+And God forgive them that so much have sway'd
+Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!
+I will redeem all this on Percy's head
+And in the closing of some glorious day
+Be bold to tell you that I am your son;
+When I will wear a garment all of blood
+And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
+Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it:
+And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
+That this same child of honour and renown,
+This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
+And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet.
+For every honour sitting on his helm,
+Would they were multitudes, and on my head
+My shames redoubled! for the time will come,
+That I shall make this northern youth exchange
+His glorious deeds for my indignities.
+Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
+To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
+And I will call him to so strict account,
+That he shall render every glory up,
+Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,
+Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
+This, in the name of God, I promise here:
+The which if He be pleased I shall perform,
+I do beseech your majesty may salve
+The long-grown wounds of my intemperance:
+If not, the end of life cancels all bands;
+And I will die a hundred thousand deaths
+Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
++A hundred thousand rebels die in this:+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.
+Enter BLUNT
+How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.
++So hath the business that I come to speak of.+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word
+That Douglas and the English rebels met
+The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury
+A mighty and a fearful head they are,
+If promises be kept on every hand,
+As ever offer'd foul play in the state.
++The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;+ +Scene III +
+With him my son, Lord John of Lancaster;
+For this advertisement is five days old:
+On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward;
+On Thursday we ourselves will march: our meeting
+Is Bridgenorth: and, Harry, you shall march
+Through Gloucestershire; by which account,
+Our business valued, some twelve days hence
+Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet.
+Our hands are full of business: let's away;
+Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.
+Exeunt
++Eastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH
++Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last+ +BARDOLPH +
+action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why my
+skin hangs about me like an like an old lady's loose
+gown; I am withered like an old apple-john. Well,
+I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some
+liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I
+shall have no strength to repent. An I have not
+forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I
+am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a
+church! Company, villanous company, hath been the
+spoil of me.
++Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; make+ +BARDOLPH +
+me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman
+need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not
+above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once
+in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I
+borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in
+good compass: and now I live out of all order, out
+of all compass.
++Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs+ +FALSTAFF +
+be out of all compass, out of all reasonable
+compass, Sir John.
++Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:+ +BARDOLPH +
+thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in
+the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the
+Knight of the Burning Lamp.
++Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.+ +FALSTAFF +
++No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many+ +BARDOLPH +
+a man doth of a Death's-head or a memento mori: I
+never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire and
+Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his
+robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way
+given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath
+should be 'By this fire, that's God's angel:' but
+thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but
+for the light in thy face, the son of utter
+darkness. When thou rannest up Gadshill in the
+night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou
+hadst been an ignis fatuus or a ball of wildfire,
+there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a
+perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light!
+Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and
+torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt
+tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast
+drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap
+at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have
+maintained that salamander of yours with fire any
+time this two and thirty years; God reward me for
+it!
++'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!+ +FALSTAFF +
++God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.+ +Hostess +
+Enter Hostess
+How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired
+yet who picked my pocket?
++Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do you+ +FALSTAFF +
+think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched,
+I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy
+by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair
+was never lost in my house before.
++Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost many+ +Hostess +
+a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go
+to, you are a woman, go.
++Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was never+ +FALSTAFF +
+called so in mine own house before.
++Go to, I know you well enough.+ +Hostess +
++No, Sir John; You do not know me, Sir John. I know+ +FALSTAFF +
+you, Sir John: you owe me money, Sir John; and now
+you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought
+you a dozen of shirts to your back.
++Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to+ +Hostess +
+bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.
++Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight+ +FALSTAFF +
+shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir
+John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent
+you, four and twenty pound.
++He had his part of it; let him pay.+ +Hostess +
++He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing.+ +FALSTAFF +
++How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich?+ +Hostess +
+let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks:
+Ill not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker
+of me? shall I not take mine case in mine inn but I
+shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a
+seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark.
++O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not+ +FALSTAFF +
+how oft, that ring was copper!
++How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, an+ +BARDOLPH +
+he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he
+would say so.
+Enter PRINCE HENRY and PETO, marching, and FALSTAFF meets them playing on his truncheon like a life
+How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith?
+must we all march?
++Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.+ +Hostess +
++My lord, I pray you, hear me.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy+ +Hostess +
+husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.
++Good my lord, hear me.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Prithee, let her alone, and list to me.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++What sayest thou, Jack?+ +FALSTAFF +
++The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+and had my pocket picked: this house is turned
+bawdy-house; they pick pockets.
++What didst thou lose, Jack?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+forty pound apiece, and a seal-ring of my
+grandfather's.
++A trifle, some eight-penny matter.+ +Hostess +
++So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard your+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+grace say so: and, my lord, he speaks most vilely
+of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said
+he would cudgel you.
++What! he did not?+ +Hostess +
++There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.+ +FALSTAFF +
++There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed+ +Hostess +
+prune; nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn
+fox; and for womanhood, Maid Marian may be the
+deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing,
+go
++Say, what thing? what thing?+ +FALSTAFF +
++What thing! why, a thing to thank God on.+ +Hostess +
++I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou+ +FALSTAFF +
+shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and,
+setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to
+call me so.
++Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say+ +Hostess +
+otherwise.
++Say, what beast, thou knave, thou?+ +FALSTAFF +
++What beast! why, an otter.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++An otter, Sir John! Why an otter?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not+ +Hostess +
+where to have her.
++Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or any+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!
++Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly.+ +Hostess +
++So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day you+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+ought him a thousand pound.
++Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?+ +FALSTAFF +
++A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worth+ +Hostess +
+a million: thou owest me thy love.
++Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would+ +FALSTAFF +
+cudgel you.
++Did I, Bardolph?+ +BARDOLPH +
++Indeed, Sir John, you said so.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Yea, if he said my ring was copper.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare:+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the
+roaring of a lion's whelp.
++And why not as the lion?+ +FALSTAFF +
++The king is to be feared as the lion: dost thou+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay, an
+I do, I pray God my girdle break.
++O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy+ +FALSTAFF +
+knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith,
+truth, nor honesty in this bosom of thine; it is all
+filled up with guts and midriff. Charge an honest
+woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whoreson,
+impudent, embossed rascal, if there were anything in
+thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of
+bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of
+sugar-candy to make thee long-winded, if thy pocket
+were enriched with any other injuries but these, I
+am a villain: and yet you will stand to if; you will
+not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed?
++Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state of+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack
+Falstaff do in the days of villany? Thou seest I
+have more flesh than another man, and therefore more
+frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket?
++It appears so by the story.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast;+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy
+guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest
+reason: thou seest I am pacified still. Nay,
+prithee, be gone.
+Exit Hostess
+Now Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery,
+lad, how is that answered?
++O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to+ +FALSTAFF +
+thee: the money is paid back again.
++O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++I am good friends with my father and may do any thing.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and+ +BARDOLPH +
+do it with unwashed hands too.
++Do, my lord.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the
+age of two and twenty or thereabouts! I am
+heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for
+these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous: I
+laud them, I praise them.
++Bardolph!+ +BARDOLPH +
++My lord?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to my+ +FALSTAFF +
+brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.
+Exit Bardolph
+Go, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have
+thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
+Exit Peto
+Jack, meet me to-morrow in the temple hall at two
+o'clock in the afternoon.
+There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive
+Money and order for their furniture.
+The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
+And either we or they must lower lie.
+Exit PRINCE HENRY
++Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!
+O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!
+Exit
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
+ ++Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS ++ +HOTSPUR ++Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+In this fine age were not thought flattery,
+Such attribution should the Douglas have,
+As not a soldier of this season's stamp
+Should go so general current through the world.
+By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy
+The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
+In my heart's love hath no man than yourself:
+Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
++Thou art the king of honour:+ +HOTSPUR +
+No man so potent breathes upon the ground
+But I will beard him.
++Do so, and 'tis well.+ +Messenger +
+Enter a Messenger with letters
+What letters hast thou there?--I can but thank you.
++These letters come from your father.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Letters from him! why comes he not himself?+ +Messenger +
++He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick.+ +HOTSPUR +
++'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick+ +Messenger +
+In such a rustling time? Who leads his power?
+Under whose government come they along?
++His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
++I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?+ +Messenger +
++He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+And at the time of my departure thence
+He was much fear'd by his physicians.
++I would the state of time had first been whole+ +HOTSPUR +
+Ere he by sickness had been visited:
+His health was never better worth than now.
++Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+The very life-blood of our enterprise;
+'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.
+He writes me here, that inward sickness--
+And that his friends by deputation could not
+So soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet
+To lay so dangerous and dear a trust
+On any soul removed but on his own.
+Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
+That with our small conjunction we should on,
+To see how fortune is disposed to us;
+For, as he writes, there is no quailing now.
+Because the king is certainly possess'd
+Of all our purposes. What say you to it?
++Your father's sickness is a maim to us.+ +HOTSPUR +
++A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want
+Seems more than we shall find it: were it good
+To set the exact wealth of all our states
+All at one cast? to set so rich a main
+On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
+It were not good; for therein should we read
+The very bottom and the soul of hope,
+The very list, the very utmost bound
+Of all our fortunes.
++'Faith, and so we should;+ +HOTSPUR +
+Where now remains a sweet reversion:
+We may boldly spend upon the hope of what
+Is to come in:
+A comfort of retirement lives in this.
++A rendezvous, a home to fly unto.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+If that the devil and mischance look big
+Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
++But yet I would your father had been here.+ +HOTSPUR +
+The quality and hair of our attempt
+Brooks no division: it will be thought
+By some, that know not why he is away,
+That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike
+Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence:
+And think how such an apprehension
+May turn the tide of fearful faction
+And breed a kind of question in our cause;
+For well you know we of the offering side
+Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,
+And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence
+The eye of reason may pry in upon us:
+This absence of your father's draws a curtain,
+That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
+Before not dreamt of.
++You strain too far.+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+I rather of his absence make this use:
+It lends a lustre and more great opinion,
+A larger dare to our great enterprise,
+Than if the earl were here; for men must think,
+If we without his help can make a head
+To push against a kingdom, with his help
+We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.
+Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
++As heart can think: there is not such a word+ +HOTSPUR +
+Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.
+Enter SIR RICHARD VERNON
++My cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul.+ +VERNON +
++Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord.+ +HOTSPUR +
+The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,
+Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.
++No harm: what more?+ +VERNON +
++And further, I have learn'd,+ +HOTSPUR +
+The king himself in person is set forth,
+Or hitherwards intended speedily,
+With strong and mighty preparation.
++He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,+ +VERNON +
+The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,
+And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside,
+And bid it pass?
++ All furnish'd, all in arms;+ +HOTSPUR +
+All plumed like estridges that with the wind
+Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
+Glittering in golden coats, like images;
+As full of spirit as the month of May,
+And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
+Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
+I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
+His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd
+Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
+And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
+As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
+To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
+And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
++No more, no more: worse than the sun in March,+ +VERNON +
+This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come:
+They come like sacrifices in their trim,
+And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war
+All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
+The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit
+Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
+To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh
+And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse,
+Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt
+Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales:
+Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
+Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse.
+O that Glendower were come!
++There is more news:+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
+He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
++That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.+ +WORCESTER +
++Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.+ +HOTSPUR +
++What may the king's whole battle reach unto?+ +VERNON +
++To thirty thousand.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Forty let it be:+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+My father and Glendower being both away,
+The powers of us may serve so great a day
+Come, let us take a muster speedily:
+Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
++Talk not of dying: I am out of fear+
+Of death or death's hand for this one-half year.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 4, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. A public road near Coventry.
+ ++Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH ++ +FALSTAFF ++Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a+ +BARDOLPH +
+bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through;
+we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight.
++Will you give me money, captain?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Lay out, lay out.+ +BARDOLPH +
++This bottle makes an angel.+ +FALSTAFF +
++An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make+ +BARDOLPH +
+twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid
+my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.
++I will, captain: farewell.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Exit
++If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably.
+I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty
+soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me
+none but good house-holders, yeoman's sons; inquire
+me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked
+twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves,
+as had as lieve hear the devil as a drum; such as
+fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck
+fowl or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such
+toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no
+bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out
+their services; and now my whole charge consists of
+ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of
+companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the
+painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his
+sores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but
+discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to
+younger brothers, revolted tapsters and ostlers
+trade-fallen, the cankers of a calm world and a
+long peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged than
+an old faced ancient: and such have I, to fill up
+the rooms of them that have bought out their
+services, that you would think that I had a hundred
+and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from
+swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad
+fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded
+all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye
+hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through
+Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the
+villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had
+gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of
+prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my
+company; and the half shirt is two napkins tacked
+together and thrown over the shoulders like an
+herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say
+the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or
+the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all
+one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
+Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND
++How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!+ +FALSTAFF +
++What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil dost thou+ +WESTMORELAND +
+in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I
+cry you mercy: I thought your honour had already been
+at Shrewsbury.
++Faith, Sir John,'tis more than time that I were+ +FALSTAFF +
+there, and you too; but my powers are there already.
+The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must
+away all night.
++Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+steal cream.
++I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hath+ +FALSTAFF +
+already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose
+fellows are these that come after?
++Mine, Hal, mine.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++I did never see such pitiful rascals.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food+ +WESTMORELAND +
+for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better:
+tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
++Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor+ +FALSTAFF +
+and bare, too beggarly.
++'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never
+learned that of me.
++No I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on+ +FALSTAFF +
+the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is
+already in the field.
++What, is the king encamped?+ +WESTMORELAND +
++He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Well,+
+To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast
+Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
+ ++Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and VERNON ++ +HOTSPUR ++We'll fight with him to-night.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
++It may not be.+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
++You give him then the advantage.+ +VERNON +
++Not a whit.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Why say you so? looks he not for supply?+ +VERNON +
++So do we.+ +HOTSPUR +
++ His is certain, ours is doubtful.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
++Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight.+ +VERNON +
++Do not, my lord.+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
++ You do not counsel well:+ +VERNON +
+You speak it out of fear and cold heart.
++Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+And I dare well maintain it with my life,
+If well-respected honour bid me on,
+I hold as little counsel with weak fear
+As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives:
+Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle
+Which of us fears.
++ Yea, or to-night.+ +VERNON +
++Content.+ +HOTSPUR +
++To-night, say I.+ +VERNON +
++Come, come it nay not be. I wonder much,+ +HOTSPUR +
+Being men of such great leading as you are,
+That you foresee not what impediments
+Drag back our expedition: certain horse
+Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
+Your uncle Worcester's horse came but today;
+And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
+Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
+That not a horse is half the half of himself.
++So are the horses of the enemy+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+In general, journey-bated and brought low:
+The better part of ours are full of rest.
++The number of the king exceedeth ours:+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+For God's sake. cousin, stay till all come in.
+The trumpet sounds a parley
+Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT
++I come with gracious offers from the king,+ +HOTSPUR +
+if you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
++Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+You were of our determination!
+Some of us love you well; and even those some
+Envy your great deservings and good name,
+Because you are not of our quality,
+But stand against us like an enemy.
++And God defend but still I should stand so,+ +HOTSPUR +
+So long as out of limit and true rule
+You stand against anointed majesty.
+But to my charge. The king hath sent to know
+The nature of your griefs, and whereupon
+You conjure from the breast of civil peace
+Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land
+Audacious cruelty. If that the king
+Have any way your good deserts forgot,
+Which he confesseth to be manifold,
+He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed
+You shall have your desires with interest
+And pardon absolute for yourself and these
+Herein misled by your suggestion.
++The king is kind; and well we know the king+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
+My father and my uncle and myself
+Did give him that same royalty he wears;
+And when he was not six and twenty strong,
+Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
+A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,
+My father gave him welcome to the shore;
+And when he heard him swear and vow to God
+He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
+To sue his livery and beg his peace,
+With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,
+My father, in kind heart and pity moved,
+Swore him assistance and perform'd it too.
+Now when the lords and barons of the realm
+Perceived Northumberland did lean to him,
+The more and less came in with cap and knee;
+Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,
+Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
+Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
+Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him
+Even at the heels in golden multitudes.
+He presently, as greatness knows itself,
+Steps me a little higher than his vow
+Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
+Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh;
+And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
+Some certain edicts and some strait decrees
+That lie too heavy on the commonwealth,
+Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
+Over his country's wrongs; and by this face,
+This seeming brow of justice, did he win
+The hearts of all that he did angle for;
+Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
+Of all the favourites that the absent king
+In deputation left behind him here,
+When he was personal in the Irish war.
++Tut, I came not to hear this.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Then to the point.+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+In short time after, he deposed the king;
+Soon after that, deprived him of his life;
+And in the neck of that, task'd the whole state:
+To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March,
+Who is, if every owner were well placed,
+Indeed his king, to be engaged in Wales,
+There without ransom to lie forfeited;
+Disgraced me in my happy victories,
+Sought to entrap me by intelligence;
+Rated mine uncle from the council-board;
+In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;
+Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,
+And in conclusion drove us to seek out
+This head of safety; and withal to pry
+Into his title, the which we find
+Too indirect for long continuance.
++Shall I return this answer to the king?+ +HOTSPUR +
++Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile.+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
+Some surety for a safe return again,
+And in the morning early shall my uncle
+Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.
++I would you would accept of grace and love.+ +HOTSPUR +
++And may be so we shall.+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
++Pray God you do.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace.
+ ++Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK and SIR MICHAEL ++ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK ++Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief+ +SIR MICHAEL +
+With winged haste to the lord marshal;
+This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest
+To whom they are directed. If you knew
+How much they do to import, you would make haste.
++My good lord,+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+I guess their tenor.
++Like enough you do.+ +SIR MICHAEL +
+To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day
+Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
+Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury,
+As I am truly given to understand,
+The king with mighty and quick-raised power
+Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael,
+What with the sickness of Northumberland,
+Whose power was in the first proportion,
+And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,
+Who with them was a rated sinew too
+And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies,
+I fear the power of Percy is too weak
+To wage an instant trial with the king.
++Why, my good lord, you need not fear;+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer.
++No, Mortimer is not there.+ +SIR MICHAEL +
++But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head
+Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
++And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn+ +SIR MICHAEL +
+The special head of all the land together:
+The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster,
+The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt;
+And moe corrivals and dear men
+Of estimation and command in arms.
++Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed.+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
++I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
+And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed:
+For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king
+Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,
+For he hath heard of our confederacy,
+And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him:
+Therefore make haste. I must go write again
+To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/1henryiv.5.1.html b/data/1henryiv.5.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f95e8c778f654d204a5ceeea2b6306c7ed4d978e --- /dev/null +++ b/data/1henryiv.5.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,262 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 5, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury.
+ ++Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, Lord John of LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and FALSTAFF ++ +KING HENRY IV ++How bloodily the sun begins to peer+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
+At his distemperature.
++The southern wind+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
+And by his hollow whistling in the leaves
+Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.
++Then with the losers let it sympathize,+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
+The trumpet sounds
+Enter WORCESTER and VERNON
+How now, my Lord of Worcester! 'tis not well
+That you and I should meet upon such terms
+As now we meet. You have deceived our trust,
+And made us doff our easy robes of peace,
+To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:
+This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
+What say you to it? will you again unknit
+This curlish knot of all-abhorred war?
+And move in that obedient orb again
+Where you did give a fair and natural light,
+And be no more an exhaled meteor,
+A prodigy of fear and a portent
+Of broached mischief to the unborn times?
++Hear me, my liege:+ +KING HENRY IV +
+For mine own part, I could be well content
+To entertain the lag-end of my life
+With quiet hours; for I do protest,
+I have not sought the day of this dislike.
++You have not sought it! how comes it, then?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Peace, chewet, peace!+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
++It pleased your majesty to turn your looks+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Of favour from myself and all our house;
+And yet I must remember you, my lord,
+We were the first and dearest of your friends.
+For you my staff of office did I break
+In Richard's time; and posted day and night
+to meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,
+When yet you were in place and in account
+Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
+It was myself, my brother and his son,
+That brought you home and boldly did outdare
+The dangers of the time. You swore to us,
+And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,
+That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;
+Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right,
+The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster:
+To this we swore our aid. But in short space
+It rain'd down fortune showering on your head;
+And such a flood of greatness fell on you,
+What with our help, what with the absent king,
+What with the injuries of a wanton time,
+The seeming sufferances that you had borne,
+And the contrarious winds that held the king
+So long in his unlucky Irish wars
+That all in England did repute him dead:
+And from this swarm of fair advantages
+You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
+To gripe the general sway into your hand;
+Forget your oath to us at Doncaster;
+And being fed by us you used us so
+As that ungentle hull, the cuckoo's bird,
+Useth the sparrow; did oppress our nest;
+Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk
+That even our love durst not come near your sight
+For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing
+We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly
+Out of sight and raise this present head;
+Whereby we stand opposed by such means
+As you yourself have forged against yourself
+By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
+And violation of all faith and troth
+Sworn to us in your younger enterprise.
++These things indeed you have articulate,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches,
+To face the garment of rebellion
+With some fine colour that may please the eye
+Of fickle changelings and poor discontents,
+Which gape and rub the elbow at the news
+Of hurlyburly innovation:
+And never yet did insurrection want
+Such water-colours to impaint his cause;
+Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
+Of pellmell havoc and confusion.
++In both your armies there is many a soul+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
+If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
+The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world
+In praise of Henry Percy: by my hopes,
+This present enterprise set off his head,
+I do not think a braver gentleman,
+More active-valiant or more valiant-young,
+More daring or more bold, is now alive
+To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
+For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
+I have a truant been to chivalry;
+And so I hear he doth account me too;
+Yet this before my father's majesty--
+I am content that he shall take the odds
+Of his great name and estimation,
+And will, to save the blood on either side,
+Try fortune with him in a single fight.
++And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Albeit considerations infinite
+Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no,
+We love our people well; even those we love
+That are misled upon your cousin's part;
+And, will they take the offer of our grace,
+Both he and they and you, every man
+Shall be my friend again and I'll be his:
+So tell your cousin, and bring me word
+What he will do: but if he will not yield,
+Rebuke and dread correction wait on us
+And they shall do their office. So, be gone;
+We will not now be troubled with reply:
+We offer fair; take it advisedly.
+Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON
++It will not be accepted, on my life:+ +KING HENRY IV +
+The Douglas and the Hotspur both together
+Are confident against the world in arms.
++Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge;+ +FALSTAFF +
+For, on their answer, will we set on them:
+And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
+Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY and FALSTAFF
++Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.
++Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Say thy prayers, and farewell.
++I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Why, thou owest God a death.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Exit PRINCE HENRY
++'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before+
+his day. What need I be so forward with him that
+calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks
+me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I
+come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or
+an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no.
+Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is
+honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what
+is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?
+he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no.
+Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea,
+to the dead. But will it not live with the living?
+no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore
+I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so
+ends my catechism.
+Exit
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 5, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. The rebel camp.
+ ++Enter WORCESTER and VERNON ++ +EARL OF WORCESTER ++O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,+ +VERNON +
+The liberal and kind offer of the king.
++'Twere best he did.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
++Then are we all undone.+ +VERNON +
+It is not possible, it cannot be,
+The king should keep his word in loving us;
+He will suspect us still and find a time
+To punish this offence in other faults:
+Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
+For treason is but trusted like the fox,
+Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
+Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
+Look how we can, or sad or merrily,
+Interpretation will misquote our looks,
+And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
+The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
+My nephew's trespass may be well forgot;
+it hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,
+And an adopted name of privilege,
+A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:
+All his offences live upon my head
+And on his father's; we did train him on,
+And, his corruption being ta'en from us,
+We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.
+Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
+In any case, the offer of the king.
++Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so.+ +HOTSPUR +
+Here comes your cousin.
+Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS
++My uncle is return'd:+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland.
+Uncle, what news?
++The king will bid you battle presently.+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
++Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
++Marry, and shall, and very willingly.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+Exit
++There is no seeming mercy in the king.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Did you beg any? God forbid!+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
++I told him gently of our grievances,+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
+By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
+He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
+With haughty arms this hateful name in us.
+Re-enter the EARL OF DOUGLAS
++Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
+And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
+Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
++The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,+ +HOTSPUR +
+And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.
++O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,+ +VERNON +
+And that no man might draw short breath today
+But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
+How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?
++No, by my soul; I never in my life+ +HOTSPUR +
+Did hear a challenge urged more modestly,
+Unless a brother should a brother dare
+To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
+He gave you all the duties of a man;
+Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
+Spoke to your deservings like a chronicle,
+Making you ever better than his praise
+By still dispraising praise valued in you;
+And, which became him like a prince indeed,
+He made a blushing cital of himself;
+And chid his truant youth with such a grace
+As if he master'd there a double spirit.
+Of teaching and of learning instantly.
+There did he pause: but let me tell the world,
+If he outlive the envy of this day,
+England did never owe so sweet a hope,
+So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
++Cousin, I think thou art enamoured+ +Messenger +
+On his follies: never did I hear
+Of any prince so wild a libertine.
+But be he as he will, yet once ere night
+I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
+That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
+Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends,
+Better consider what you have to do
+Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
+Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
+Enter a Messenger
++My lord, here are letters for you.+ +HOTSPUR +
++I cannot read them now.+ +Messenger +
+O gentlemen, the time of life is short!
+To spend that shortness basely were too long,
+If life did ride upon a dial's point,
+Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
+An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
+If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
+Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
+When the intent of bearing them is just.
+Enter another Messenger
++My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.+ +HOTSPUR +
++I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,+
+For I profess not talking; only this--
+Let each man do his best: and here draw I
+A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
+With the best blood that I can meet withal
+In the adventure of this perilous day.
+Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on.
+Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
+And by that music let us all embrace;
+For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
+A second time do such a courtesy.
+The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 5, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Plain between the camps.
+ ++KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT ++ +SIR WALTER BLUNT ++What is thy name, that in the battle thus+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
+Upon my head?
++ Know then, my name is Douglas;+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
+Because some tell me that thou art a king.
++They tell thee true.+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
++The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought+ +SIR WALTER BLUNT +
+Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
+This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
+Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
++I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;+ +HOTSPUR +
+And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
+Lord Stafford's death.
+They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT. Enter HOTSPUR
++O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
++All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.+ +HOTSPUR +
++Where?+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
++Here.+ +HOTSPUR +
++This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
+Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
++A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!+ +HOTSPUR +
+A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
+Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
++The king hath many marching in his coats.+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
++Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;+ +HOTSPUR +
+I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
+Until I meet the king.
++Up, and away!+ +FALSTAFF +
+Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
+Exeunt
+Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus
++Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate.
+Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour
+for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten
+lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I
+need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have
+led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's
+not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and
+they are for the town's end, to beg during life.
+But who comes here?
+Enter PRINCE HENRY
++What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:+ +FALSTAFF +
+Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
+Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
+Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,
+lend me thy sword.
++O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have
+done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.
++He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,+ +FALSTAFF +
+lend me thy sword.
++Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
++Give it to me: what, is it in the case?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack
++What, is it a time to jest and dally now?+ +FALSTAFF +
+He throws the bottle at him. Exit
++Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do+
+come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his
+willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like
+not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me
+life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes
+unlooked for, and there's an end.
+Exit FALSTAFF
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 5, Scene 4 +
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+ ++Alarum. Excursions. Enter PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, and EARL OF WESTMORELAND ++ +KING HENRY IV ++I prithee,+ +LANCASTER +
+Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.
+Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
++Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++I beseech your majesty, make up,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
++I will do so.+ +WESTMORELAND +
+My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
++Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:+ +LANCASTER +
+And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive
+The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
+Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
+and rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
++We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come.
+Exeunt LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND
++By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;+ +KING HENRY IV +
+I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
+Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
+But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
++I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+With lustier maintenance than I did look for
+Of such an ungrown warrior.
++O, this boy+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+Lends mettle to us all!
+Exit
+Enter DOUGLAS
++Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:+ +KING HENRY IV +
+I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
+That wear those colours on them: what art thou,
+That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
++The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart+ +EARL OF DOUGLAS +
+So many of his shadows thou hast met
+And not the very king. I have two boys
+Seek Percy and thyself about the field:
+But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
+I will assay thee: so, defend thyself.
++I fear thou art another counterfeit;+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
+But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
+And thus I win thee.
+They fight. KING HENRY being in danger, PRINCE HENRY enters
++Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Never to hold it up again! the spirits
+Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:
+It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee;
+Who never promiseth but he means to pay.
+They fight: DOUGLAS flies
+Cheerly, my lord how fares your grace?
+Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
+And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight.
++Stay, and breathe awhile:+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,
+And show'd thou makest some tender of my life,
+In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
++O God! they did me too much injury+ +KING HENRY IV +
+That ever said I hearken'd for your death.
+If it were so, I might have let alone
+The insulting hand of Douglas over you,
+Which would have been as speedy in your end
+As all the poisonous potions in the world
+And saved the treacherous labour of your son.
++Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.+ +HOTSPUR +
+Exit
+Enter HOTSPUR
++If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.+ +HOTSPUR +
++My name is Harry Percy.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Why, then I see+ +HOTSPUR +
+A very valiant rebel of the name.
+I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
+To share with me in glory any more:
+Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
+Nor can one England brook a double reign,
+Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.
++Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+To end the one of us; and would to God
+Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
++I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;+ +HOTSPUR +
+And all the budding honours on thy crest
+I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
++I can no longer brook thy vanities.+ +FALSTAFF +
+They fight
+Enter FALSTAFF
++Well said, Hal! to it Hal! Nay, you shall find no+ +HOTSPUR +
+boy's play here, I can tell you.
+Re-enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls
++O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+I better brook the loss of brittle life
+Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
+They wound my thoughts worse than sword my flesh:
+But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
+And time, that takes survey of all the world,
+Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
+But that the earthy and cold hand of death
+Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust
+And food for--
+Dies
++For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!+ +FALSTAFF +
+Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
+When that this body did contain a spirit,
+A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
+But now two paces of the vilest earth
+Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead
+Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
+If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
+I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
+But let my favours hide thy mangled face;
+And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
+For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
+Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
+Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
+But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
+He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground
+What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
+Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
+I could have better spared a better man:
+O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
+If I were much in love with vanity!
+Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
+Though many dearer, in this bloody fray.
+Embowell'd will I see thee by and by:
+Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
+Exit PRINCE HENRY
++[Rising up] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too
+to-morrow. 'Sblood,'twas time to counterfeit, or
+that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too.
+Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: to die,
+is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the
+counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man:
+but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby
+liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and
+perfect image of life indeed. The better part of
+valour is discretion; in the which better part I
+have saved my life.'Zounds, I am afraid of this
+gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: how, if he
+should counterfeit too and rise? by my faith, I am
+afraid he would prove the better counterfeit.
+Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I
+killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I?
+Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me.
+Therefore, sirrah,
+Stabbing him
+with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.
+Takes up HOTSPUR on his back
+Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER
++Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd+ +LANCASTER +
+Thy maiden sword.
++ But, soft! whom have we here?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
++I did; I saw him dead,+ +FALSTAFF +
+Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art
+thou alive?
+Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?
+I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes
+Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st.
++No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy:
+Throwing the body down
+if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let
+him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either
+earl or duke, I can assure you.
++Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to+ +LANCASTER +
+lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath;
+and so was he: but we rose both at an instant and
+fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be
+believed, so; if not, let them that should reward
+valour bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take
+it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the
+thigh: if the man were alive and would deny it,
+'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.
++This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++This is the strangest fellow, brother John.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
+For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
+I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
+A retreat is sounded
+The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.
+Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field,
+To see what friends are living, who are dead.
+Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and LANCASTER
++I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that+
+rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great,
+I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and
+live cleanly as a nobleman should do.
+Exit
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + | Act 5, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene +SCENE V. Another part of the field.
+ ++The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners ++ +KING HENRY IV ++Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.+ +EARL OF WORCESTER +
+Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we send grace,
+Pardon and terms of love to all of you?
+And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?
+Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
+Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
+A noble earl and many a creature else
+Had been alive this hour,
+If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne
+Betwixt our armies true intelligence.
++What I have done my safety urged me to;+ +KING HENRY IV +
+And I embrace this fortune patiently,
+Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
++Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too:+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Other offenders we will pause upon.
+Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded
+How goes the field?
++The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw+ +KING HENRY IV +
+The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
+The noble Percy slain, and all his men
+Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest;
+And falling from a hill, he was so bruised
+That the pursuers took him. At my tent
+The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace
+I may dispose of him.
++With all my heart.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you+ +LANCASTER +
+This honourable bounty shall belong:
+Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
+Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free:
+His valour shown upon our crests to-day
+Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds
+Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
++I thank your grace for this high courtesy,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Which I shall give away immediately.
++Then this remains, that we divide our power.
+You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland
+Towards York shall bend you with your dearest speed,
+To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop,
+Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:
+Myself and you, son Harry, will towards Wales,
+To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March.
+Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
+Meeting the cheque of such another day:
+And since this business so fair is done,
+Let us not leave till all our own be won.
+Exeunt
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.
+ ++Dead March. Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the Fifth, attended on by Dukes of BEDFORD, Regent of France; GLOUCESTER, Protector; and EXETER, Earl of WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, & c ++ +BEDFORD ++Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Comets, importing change of times and states,
+Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
+And with them scourge the bad revolting stars
+That have consented unto Henry's death!
+King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
+England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
++England ne'er had a king until his time.+ +EXETER +
+Virtue he had, deserving to command:
+His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams:
+His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
+His sparking eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
+More dazzled and drove back his enemies
+Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
+What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
+He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
++We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Henry is dead and never shall revive:
+Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
+And death's dishonourable victory
+We with our stately presence glorify,
+Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
+What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
+That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
+Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
+Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
+By magic verses have contrived his end?
+BISHOP
++He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
+So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
+The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
+The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
++The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
+None do you like but an effeminate prince,
+Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
+BISHOP
++Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And lookest to command the prince and realm.
+Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
+More than God or religious churchmen may.
++Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,+ +BEDFORD +
+And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
+Except it be to pray against thy foes.
++Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:+ +Messenger +
+Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
+Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
+Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
+Posterity, await for wretched years,
+When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
+Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
+And none but women left to wail the dead.
+Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
+Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
+Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
+A far more glorious star thy soul will make
+Than Julius Caesar or bright--
+Enter a Messenger
++My honourable lords, health to you all!+ +BEDFORD +
+Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
+Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
+Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
+Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
++What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
+Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
++Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?+ +EXETER +
+If Henry were recall'd to life again,
+These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
++How were they lost? what treachery was used?+ +Messenger +
++No treachery; but want of men and money.+ +EXETER +
+Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
+That here you maintain several factions,
+And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
+You are disputing of your generals:
+One would have lingering wars with little cost;
+Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
+A third thinks, without expense at all,
+By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
+Awake, awake, English nobility!
+Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
+Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
+Of England's coat one half is cut away.
++Were our tears wanting to this funeral,+ +BEDFORD +
+These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
++Me they concern; Regent I am of France.+ +Messenger +
+Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
+Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
+Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
+To weep their intermissive miseries.
+Enter to them another Messenger
++Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.+ +EXETER +
+France is revolted from the English quite,
+Except some petty towns of no import:
+The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;
+The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
+Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
+The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
++The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
++We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.+ +BEDFORD +
+Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
++Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?+ +Messenger +
+An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
+Wherewith already France is overrun.
+Enter another Messenger
++My gracious lords, to add to your laments,+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
+I must inform you of a dismal fight
+Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
+BISHOP
++What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?+ +Messenger +
++O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:+ +BEDFORD +
+The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
+The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
+Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
+Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
+By three and twenty thousand of the French
+Was round encompassed and set upon.
+No leisure had he to enrank his men;
+He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
+Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
+They pitched in the ground confusedly,
+To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
+More than three hours the fight continued;
+Where valiant Talbot above human thought
+Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
+Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
+Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
+The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
+All the whole army stood agazed on him:
+His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
+A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
+And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
+Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
+If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
+He, being in the vaward, placed behind
+With purpose to relieve and follow them,
+Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
+Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
+Enclosed were they with their enemies:
+A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
+Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
+Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
+Durst not presume to look once in the face.
++Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,+ +Messenger +
+For living idly here in pomp and ease,
+Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
+Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
++O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,+ +BEDFORD +
+And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
+Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
++His ransom there is none but I shall pay:+ +Messenger +
+I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
+His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
+Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
+Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
+Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
+To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
+Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
+Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
++So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;+ +EXETER +
+The English army is grown weak and faint:
+The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
+And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
+Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
++Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,+ +BEDFORD +
+Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
+Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
++I do remember it; and here take my leave,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+To go about my preparation.
+Exit
++I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,+ +EXETER +
+To view the artillery and munition;
+And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
+Exit
++To Eltham will I, where the young king is,+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Being ordain'd his special governor,
+And for his safety there I'll best devise.
+Exit
+BISHOP
++Each hath his place and function to attend:+
+I am left out; for me nothing remains.
+But long I will not be Jack out of office:
+The king from Eltham I intend to steal
+And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Next scene +SCENE II. France. Before Orleans. + + + + + + ++
+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 1, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.
+ ++Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers ++ +CHARLES ++Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens+ +ALENCON +
+So in the earth, to this day is not known:
+Late did he shine upon the English side;
+Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
+What towns of any moment but we have?
+At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
+Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
+Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
++They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:+ +REIGNIER +
+Either they must be dieted like mules
+And have their provender tied to their mouths
+Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
++Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?+ +CHARLES +
+Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
+Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;
+And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
+Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
++Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.+ +CHARLES +
+Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
+Him I forgive my death that killeth me
+When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
+Exeunt
+Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER
++Who ever saw the like? what men have I!+ +REIGNIER +
+Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
+But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
++Salisbury is a desperate homicide;+ +ALENCON +
+He fighteth as one weary of his life.
+The other lords, like lions wanting food,
+Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
++Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,+ +CHARLES +
+England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
+During the time Edward the Third did reign.
+More truly now may this be verified;
+For none but Samsons and Goliases
+It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
+Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose
+They had such courage and audacity?
++Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,+ +REIGNIER +
+And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
+Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
+The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.
++I think, by some odd gimmors or device+ +ALENCON +
+Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;
+Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
+By my consent, we'll even let them alone.
++Be it so.+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS
++Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.+ +CHARLES +
++Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
++Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:+ +CHARLES +
+Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
+Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand:
+A holy maid hither with me I bring,
+Which by a vision sent to her from heaven
+Ordained is to raise this tedious siege
+And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
+The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
+Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
+What's past and what's to come she can descry.
+Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
+For they are certain and unfallible.
++Go, call her in.+ +REIGNIER +
+Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS
+But first, to try her skill,
+Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
+Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
+By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
+Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE
++Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?+ +REIGNIER +
+Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;
+I know thee well, though never seen before.
+Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:
+In private will I talk with thee apart.
+Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
++She takes upon her bravely at first dash.+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,+ +CHARLES +
+My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
+Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased
+To shine on my contemptible estate:
+Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
+And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
+God's mother deigned to appear to me
+And in a vision full of majesty
+Will'd me to leave my base vocation
+And free my country from calamity:
+Her aid she promised and assured success:
+In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
+And, whereas I was black and swart before,
+With those clear rays which she infused on me
+That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.
+Ask me what question thou canst possible,
+And I will answer unpremeditated:
+My courage try by combat, if thou darest,
+And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
+Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
+If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
++Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
+In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
+And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
+Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
++I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,+ +CHARLES +
+Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;
+The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's
+churchyard,
+Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
++Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.+ +CHARLES +
+Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes
++Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
++Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.+ +CHARLES +
++Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
+My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
+Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
+Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
+'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
++I must not yield to any rites of love,+ +CHARLES +
+For my profession's sacred from above:
+When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
+Then will I think upon a recompense.
++Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.+ +REIGNIER +
++My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.+ +ALENCON +
++Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;+ +REIGNIER +
+Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
++Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?+ +ALENCON +
++He may mean more than we poor men do know:+ +REIGNIER +
+These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
++My lord, where are you? what devise you on?+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
++Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!+ +CHARLES +
+Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
++What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.+ +CHARLES +
+This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
+Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
+Since I have entered into these wars.
+Glory is like a circle in the water,
+Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
+Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
+With Henry's death the English circle ends;
+Dispersed are the glories it included.
+Now am I like that proud insulting ship
+Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.
++Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?+ +ALENCON +
+Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
+Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
+Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
+Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
+How may I reverently worship thee enough?
++Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.+ +REIGNIER +
++Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;+ +CHARLES +
+Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
++Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:+
+No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 1, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.
+ ++Enter GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats ++ +GLOUCESTER ++I am come to survey the Tower this day:+ +First Warder +
+Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.
+Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
+Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.
++[Within] Who's there that knocks so imperiously?+ +Second Warder +
+First Serving-Man It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.
++[Within] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.+ +First Warder +
+First Serving-Man Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
++[Within] The Lord protect him! so we answer him:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
++Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?+ +WOODVILE +
+There's none protector of the realm but I.
+Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize.
+Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
+Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and WOODVILE the Lieutenant speaks within
++What noise is this? what traitors have we here?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?+ +WOODVILE +
+Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.
++Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:
+From him I have express commandment
+That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
++Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
+Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
+Thou art no friend to God or to the king:
+Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
+Serving-Men Open the gates unto the lord protector,
+Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
+Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats
+BISHOP
++How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+BISHOP
++I do, thou most usurping proditor,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And not protector, of the king or realm.
++Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;
+Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
+I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
+If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
+BISHOP
++Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
+To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
++I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
+I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
+BISHOP
++Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++What! am I dared and bearded to my face?+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
+Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,
+I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
+Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
+In spite of pope or dignities of church,
+Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
+BISHOP
++Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!+ +Mayor +
+Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
+Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
+Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
+Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly- burly the Mayor of London and his Officers
++Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
++Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
+Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
+BISHOP
++Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+One that still motions war and never peace,
+O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
+That seeks to overthrow religion,
+Because he is protector of the realm,
+And would have armour here out of the Tower,
+To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
++I will not answer thee with words, but blows.+ +Mayor +
+Here they skirmish again
++Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife+ +Officer +
+But to make open proclamation:
+Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
+Cry.
++All manner of men assembled here in arms this day+ +GLOUCESTER +
+against God's peace and the king's, we charge and
+command you, in his highness' name, to repair to
+your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,
+handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
+henceforward, upon pain of death.
++Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
+BISHOP
++Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:+ +Mayor +
+Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
++I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
++Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+BISHOP
++Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;+ +Mayor +
+For I intend to have it ere long.
+Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with their Serving-men
++See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.+
+Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
+I myself fight not once in forty year.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 1, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. Orleans.
+ ++Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy +++Master-Gunner Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,+ +Boy +
+And how the English have the suburbs won.
++Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,+ +Boy +
+Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.
+Master-Gunner But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
+Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
+Something I must do to procure me grace.
+The prince's espials have informed me
+How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
+Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
+In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,
+And thence discover how with most advantage
+They may vex us with shot, or with assault.
+To intercept this inconvenience,
+A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;
+And even these three days have I watch'd,
+If I could see them.
+Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.
+If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
+And thou shalt find me at the governor's.
+Exit
++Father, I warrant you; take you no care;+ +SALISBURY +
+I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
+Exit
+Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT, GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others
++Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!+ +TALBOT +
+How wert thou handled being prisoner?
+Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
+Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
++The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner+ +SALISBURY +
+Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
+For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
+But with a baser man of arms by far
+Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
+Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
+Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
+In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
+But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
+Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
+If I now had him brought into my power.
++Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.+ +TALBOT +
++With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.+ +SALISBURY +
+In open market-place produced they me,
+To be a public spectacle to all:
+Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
+The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
+Then broke I from the officers that led me,
+And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
+To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
+My grisly countenance made others fly;
+None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
+In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
+So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
+That they supposed I could rend bars of steel,
+And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
+Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
+That walked about me every minute-while;
+And if I did but stir out of my bed,
+Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
+Enter the Boy with a linstock
++I grieve to hear what torments you endured,+ +GARGRAVE +
+But we will be revenged sufficiently
+Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
+Here, through this grate, I count each one
+and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
+Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
+Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
+Let me have your express opinions
+Where is best place to make our battery next.
++I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.+ +GLANSDALE +
++And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.+ +TALBOT +
++For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,+ +SALISBURY +
+Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
+Here they shoot. SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall
++O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!+ +GARGRAVE +
++O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!+ +TALBOT +
++What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?+ +Messenger +
+Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
+How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
+One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
+Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
+That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
+In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
+Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
+Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
+His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
+Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
+One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
+The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
+Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
+If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
+Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
+Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
+Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
+Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
+Thou shalt not die whiles--
+He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
+As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
+Remember to avenge me on the French.'
+Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
+Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
+Wretched shall France be only in my name.
+Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens
+What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
+Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
+Enter a Messenger
++My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:+ +TALBOT +
+The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
+A holy prophetess new risen up,
+Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
+Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans
++Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!+
+It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
+Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
+Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
+Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
+And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
+Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
+And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
+Alarum. Exeunt
++
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+ ++Here an alarum again: and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit after them then re-enter TALBOT ++ +TALBOT ++Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:
+A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
+Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE
+Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee;
+Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
+Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
+And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.
++Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.+ +TALBOT +
+Here they fight
++Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
+And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.
+But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
+They fight again
++Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:+ +TALBOT +
+I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
+A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers
+O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
+Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;
+Help Salisbury to make his testament:
+This day is ours, as many more shall be.
+Exit
++My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;+
+I know not where I am, nor what I do;
+A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
+Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
+So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
+Are from their hives and houses driven away.
+They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
+Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
+A short alarum
+Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
+Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
+Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
+Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
+Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
+As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
+Alarum. Here another skirmish
+It will not be: retire into your trenches:
+You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
+For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
+Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
+In spite of us or aught that we could do.
+O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
+The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
+Exit TALBOT. Alarum; retreat; flourish
++
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+ ++Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers ++ +JOAN LA PUCELLE ++Advance our waving colours on the walls;+ +CHARLES +
+Rescued is Orleans from the English
+Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
++Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,+ +REIGNIER +
+How shall I honour thee for this success?
+Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens
+That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
+France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
+Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
+More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
++Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town?+ +ALENCON +
+Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires
+And feast and banquet in the open streets,
+To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
++All France will be replete with mirth and joy,+ +CHARLES +
+When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
++'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
+For which I will divide my crown with her,
+And all the priests and friars in my realm
+Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
+A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear
+Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
+In memory of her when she is dead,
+Her ashes, in an urn more precious
+Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,
+Transported shall be at high festivals
+Before the kings and queens of France.
+No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
+But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
+Come in, and let us banquet royally,
+After this golden day of victory.
+Flourish. Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter a Sergeant of a band with two Sentinels ++ +Sergeant ++Sirs, take your places and be vigilant:+ +First Sentinel +
+If any noise or soldier you perceive
+Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
+Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
++Sergeant, you shall.+ +TALBOT +
+Exit Sergeant
+Thus are poor servitors,
+When others sleep upon their quiet beds,
+Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold.
+Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march
++Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,+ +BEDFORD +
+By whose approach the regions of Artois,
+Wallon and Picardy are friends to us,
+This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
+Having all day caroused and banqueted:
+Embrace we then this opportunity
+As fitting best to quittance their deceit
+Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.
++Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,+ +BURGUNDY +
+Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
+To join with witches and the help of hell!
++Traitors have never other company.+ +TALBOT +
+But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
++A maid, they say.+ +BEDFORD +
++ A maid! and be so martial!+ +BURGUNDY +
++Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,+ +TALBOT +
+If underneath the standard of the French
+She carry armour as she hath begun.
++Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:+ +BEDFORD +
+God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
+Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
++Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.+ +TALBOT +
++Not all together: better far, I guess,+ +BEDFORD +
+That we do make our entrance several ways;
+That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
+The other yet may rise against their force.
++Agreed: I'll to yond corner.+ +BURGUNDY +
++And I to this.+ +TALBOT +
++And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.+ +Sentinels +
+Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
+Of English Henry, shall this night appear
+How much in duty I am bound to both.
++Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!+ +ALENCON +
+Cry: 'St. George,' 'A Talbot.'
+The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready
++How now, my lords! what, all unready so?+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
++Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well.+ +REIGNIER +
++'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,+ +ALENCON +
+Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
++Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
+More venturous or desperate than this.
++I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.+ +REIGNIER +
++If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.+ +ALENCON +
++Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
++Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.+ +CHARLES +
+Enter CHARLES and JOAN LA PUCELLE
++Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
+Make us partakers of a little gain,
+That now our loss might be ten times so much?
++Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend!+ +CHARLES +
+At all times will you have my power alike?
+Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,
+Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
+Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
+This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
++Duke of Alencon, this was your default,+ +ALENCON +
+That, being captain of the watch to-night,
+Did look no better to that weighty charge.
++Had all your quarters been as safely kept+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+As that whereof I had the government,
+We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
++Mine was secure.+ +REIGNIER +
++ And so was mine, my lord.+ +CHARLES +
++And, for myself, most part of all this night,+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Within her quarter and mine own precinct
+I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
+About relieving of the sentinels:
+Then how or which way should they first break in?
++Question, my lords, no further of the case,+ +Soldier +
+How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place
+But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
+And now there rests no other shift but this;
+To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed,
+And lay new platforms to endamage them.
+Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying 'A Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their clothes behind
++I'll be so bold to take what they have left.+
+The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
+For I have loaden me with many spoils,
+Using no other weapon but his name.
+Exit
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Orleans. Within the town.
+ ++Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others ++ +BEDFORD ++The day begins to break, and night is fled,+ +TALBOT +
+Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
+Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
+Retreat sounded
++Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,+ +BEDFORD +
+And here advance it in the market-place,
+The middle centre of this cursed town.
+Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
+For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
+There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.
+And that hereafter ages may behold
+What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
+Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
+A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
+Upon the which, that every one may read,
+Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,
+The treacherous manner of his mournful death
+And what a terror he had been to France.
+But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
+I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
+His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
+Nor any of his false confederates.
++'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,+ +BURGUNDY +
+Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
+They did amongst the troops of armed men
+Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
++Myself, as far as I could well discern+ +Messenger +
+For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,
+Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
+When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
+Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves
+That could not live asunder day or night.
+After that things are set in order here,
+We'll follow them with all the power we have.
+Enter a Messenger
++All hail, my lords! which of this princely train+ +TALBOT +
+Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
+So much applauded through the realm of France?
++Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?+ +Messenger +
++The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,+ +BURGUNDY +
+With modesty admiring thy renown,
+By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
+To visit her poor castle where she lies,
+That she may boast she hath beheld the man
+Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
++Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars+ +TALBOT +
+Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
+When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
+You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
++Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men+ +BEDFORD +
+Could not prevail with all their oratory,
+Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled:
+And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
+And in submission will attend on her.
+Will not your honours bear me company?
++No, truly; it is more than manners will:+ +TALBOT +
+And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
+Are often welcomest when they are gone.
++Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,+ +Captain +
+I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
+Come hither, captain.
+Whispers
+You perceive my mind?
++I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 2, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.
+ ++Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter +++COUNTESS+ +OF AUVERGNE +
++Porter, remember what I gave in charge;+ +Porter +
+And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
++Madam, I will.+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Exit
+COUNTESS
++The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,+ +Messenger +
+I shall as famous be by this exploit
+As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
+Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
+And his achievements of no less account:
+Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
+To give their censure of these rare reports.
+Enter Messenger and TALBOT
++Madam,+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+According as your ladyship desired,
+By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
+COUNTESS
++And he is welcome. What! is this the man?+ +Messenger +
++Madam, it is.+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+COUNTESS
++ Is this the scourge of France?+ +TALBOT +
+Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
+That with his name the mothers still their babes?
+I see report is fabulous and false:
+I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
+A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
+And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
+Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
+It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
+Should strike such terror to his enemies.
++Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
+I'll sort some other time to visit you.
+COUNTESS
++What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.+ +Messenger +
++Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves+ +TALBOT +
+To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
++Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+I go to certify her Talbot's here.
+Re-enter Porter with keys
+COUNTESS
++If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.+ +TALBOT +
++Prisoner! to whom?+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+COUNTESS
++To me, blood-thirsty lord;+ +TALBOT +
+And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
+Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
+For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
+But now the substance shall endure the like,
+And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
+That hast by tyranny these many years
+Wasted our country, slain our citizens
+And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
++Ha, ha, ha!+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+COUNTESS
++Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.+ +TALBOT +
++I laugh to see your ladyship so fond+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
+Whereon to practise your severity.
+COUNTESS
++Why, art not thou the man?+ +TALBOT +
++I am indeed.+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+COUNTESS
++Then have I substance too.+ +TALBOT +
++No, no, I am but shadow of myself:+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+You are deceived, my substance is not here;
+For what you see is but the smallest part
+And least proportion of humanity:
+I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
+It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
+Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
+COUNTESS
++This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;+ +TALBOT +
+He will be here, and yet he is not here:
+How can these contrarieties agree?
++That will I show you presently.+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of ordnance. Enter soldiers
+How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
+That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
+These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
+With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
+Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
+And in a moment makes them desolate.
+COUNTESS
++Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:+ +TALBOT +
+I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
+And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
+Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
+For I am sorry that with reverence
+I did not entertain thee as thou art.
++Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
+The outward composition of his body.
+What you have done hath not offended me;
+Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
+But only, with your patience, that we may
+Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
+For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
+COUNTESS
++With all my heart, and think me honoured+
+To feast so great a warrior in my house.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 2, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.
+ ++Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer +++RICHARD+ +PLANTAGENET +
++Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?+ +SUFFOLK +
+Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
++Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;+ +PLANTAGENET +
+The garden here is more convenient.
+RICHARD
++Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;+ +SUFFOLK +
+Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
++Faith, I have been a truant in the law,+ +SOMERSET +
+And never yet could frame my will to it;
+And therefore frame the law unto my will.
++Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.+ +WARWICK +
++Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
+Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
+Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
+Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
+I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
+But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
+Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
+RICHARD
++Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:+ +SOMERSET +
+The truth appears so naked on my side
+That any purblind eye may find it out.
++And on my side it is so well apparell'd,+ +PLANTAGENET +
+So clear, so shining and so evident
+That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
+RICHARD
++Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,+ +SOMERSET +
+In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
+Let him that is a true-born gentleman
+And stands upon the honour of his birth,
+If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
+From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
++Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,+ +WARWICK +
+But dare maintain the party of the truth,
+Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
++I love no colours, and without all colour+ +SUFFOLK +
+Of base insinuating flattery
+I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
++I pluck this red rose with young Somerset+ +VERNON +
+And say withal I think he held the right.
++Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,+ +SOMERSET +
+Till you conclude that he upon whose side
+The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
+Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
++Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:+ +PLANTAGENET +
+If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
+RICHARD
++And I.+ +VERNON +
++Then for the truth and plainness of the case.+ +SOMERSET +
+I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
+Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
++Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,+ +VERNON +
+Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
+And fall on my side so, against your will.
++If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,+ +SOMERSET +
+Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
+And keep me on the side where still I am.
++Well, well, come on: who else?+ +Lawyer +
++Unless my study and my books be false,+ +PLANTAGENET +
+The argument you held was wrong in you:
+To SOMERSET
+In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
+RICHARD
++Now, Somerset, where is your argument?+ +SOMERSET +
++Here in my scabbard, meditating that+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
+RICHARD
++Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;+ +SOMERSET +
+For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
+The truth on our side.
++No, Plantagenet,+ +PLANTAGENET +
+'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
+Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
+And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
+RICHARD
++Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?+ +SOMERSET +
++Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?+ +PLANTAGENET +
+RICHARD
++Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;+ +SOMERSET +
+Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
++Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,+ +PLANTAGENET +
+That shall maintain what I have said is true,
+Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
+RICHARD
++Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,+ +SUFFOLK +
+I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
++Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.+ +PLANTAGENET +
+RICHARD
++Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.+ +SUFFOLK +
++I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.+ +SOMERSET +
++Away, away, good William de la Pole!+ +WARWICK +
+We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
++Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;+ +PLANTAGENET +
+His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
+Third son to the third Edward King of England:
+Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
+RICHARD
++He bears him on the place's privilege,+ +SOMERSET +
+Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
++By him that made me, I'll maintain my words+ +PLANTAGENET +
+On any plot of ground in Christendom.
+Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
+For treason executed in our late king's days?
+And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
+Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
+His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
+And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
+RICHARD
++My father was attached, not attainted,+ +SOMERSET +
+Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
+And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
+Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
+For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
+I'll note you in my book of memory,
+To scourge you for this apprehension:
+Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
++Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And know us by these colours for thy foes,
+For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
+RICHARD
++And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,+ +SUFFOLK +
+As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
+Will I for ever and my faction wear,
+Until it wither with me to my grave
+Or flourish to the height of my degree.
++Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!+ +SOMERSET +
+And so farewell until I meet thee next.
+Exit
++Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Exit
+RICHARD
++How I am braved and must perforce endure it!+ +WARWICK +
++This blot that they object against your house+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
+Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
+And if thou be not then created York,
+I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
+Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
+Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
+Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
+And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
+Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
+Shall send between the red rose and the white
+A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
+RICHARD
++Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,+ +VERNON +
+That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
++In your behalf still will I wear the same.+ +Lawyer +
++And so will I.+ +PLANTAGENET +
+RICHARD
++Thanks, gentle sir.+
+Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
+This quarrel will drink blood another day.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. The Tower of London.
+ ++Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair, and Gaolers ++ +MORTIMER ++Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,+ +First Gaoler +
+Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
+Even like a man new haled from the rack,
+So fare my limbs with long imprisonment.
+And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
+Nestor-like aged in an age of care,
+Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
+These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
+Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;
+Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief,
+And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
+That droops his sapless branches to the ground;
+Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
+Unable to support this lump of clay,
+Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
+As witting I no other comfort have.
+But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
++Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:+ +MORTIMER +
+We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;
+And answer was return'd that he will come.
++Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.+ +First Gaoler +
+Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
+Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
+Before whose glory I was great in arms,
+This loathsome sequestration have I had:
+And even since then hath Richard been obscured,
+Deprived of honour and inheritance.
+But now the arbitrator of despairs,
+Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
+With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:
+I would his troubles likewise were expired,
+That so he might recover what was lost.
+Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET
++My lord, your loving nephew now is come.+ +MORTIMER +
++Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?+ +PLANTAGENET +
+RICHARD
++Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,+ +MORTIMER +
+Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
++Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
+O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
+That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
+And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
+Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
+RICHARD
++First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;+ +MORTIMER +
+And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
+This day, in argument upon a case,
+Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
+Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
+And did upbraid me with my father's death:
+Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
+Else with the like I had requited him.
+Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
+In honour of a true Plantagenet
+And for alliance sake, declare the cause
+My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
++That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
+Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
+Was cursed instrument of his decease.
+RICHARD
++Discover more at large what cause that was,+ +MORTIMER +
+For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
++I will, if that my fading breath permit+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And death approach not ere my tale be done.
+Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
+Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
+The first-begotten and the lawful heir,
+Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
+During whose reign the Percies of the north,
+Finding his usurpation most unjust,
+Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:
+The reason moved these warlike lords to this
+Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,
+Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
+I was the next by birth and parentage;
+For by my mother I derived am
+From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
+To King Edward the Third; whereas he
+From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
+Being but fourth of that heroic line.
+But mark: as in this haughty attempt
+They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
+I lost my liberty and they their lives.
+Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
+Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
+Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
+From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
+Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
+Again in pity of my hard distress
+Levied an army, weening to redeem
+And have install'd me in the diadem:
+But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
+And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
+In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
+RICHARD
++Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.+ +MORTIMER +
++True; and thou seest that I no issue have+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And that my fainting words do warrant death;
+Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
+But yet be wary in thy studious care.
+RICHARD
++Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:+ +MORTIMER +
+But yet, methinks, my father's execution
+Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
++With silence, nephew, be thou politic:+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
+And like a mountain, not to be removed.
+But now thy uncle is removing hence:
+As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
+With long continuance in a settled place.
+RICHARD
++O, uncle, would some part of my young years+ +MORTIMER +
+Might but redeem the passage of your age!
++Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
+Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
+Only give order for my funeral:
+And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
+And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!
+Dies
+RICHARD
++And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
+In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
+And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
+Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
+And what I do imagine let that rest.
+Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
+Will see his burial better than his life.
+Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER
+Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
+Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
+And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
+Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:
+I doubt not but with honour to redress;
+And therefore haste I to the parliament,
+Either to be restored to my blood,
+Or make my ill the advantage of my good.
+Exit
++
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+ ++Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, EXETER, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOUCESTER offers to put up a bill; BISHOP OF WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it +++BISHOP+ +OF WINCHESTER +
++Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+With written pamphlets studiously devised,
+Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,
+Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
+Do it without invention, suddenly;
+As I with sudden and extemporal speech
+Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
++Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
+Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
+The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
+That therefore I have forged, or am not able
+Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
+No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
+Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
+As very infants prattle of thy pride.
+Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
+Forward by nature, enemy to peace;
+Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
+A man of thy profession and degree;
+And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
+In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
+As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
+Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
+The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
+From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
+BISHOP
++Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe+ +GLOUCESTER +
+To give me hearing what I shall reply.
+If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,
+As he will have me, how am I so poor?
+Or how haps it I seek not to advance
+Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
+And for dissension, who preferreth peace
+More than I do?--except I be provoked.
+No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
+It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
+It is, because no one should sway but he;
+No one but he should be about the king;
+And that engenders thunder in his breast
+And makes him roar these accusations forth.
+But he shall know I am as good--
++As good!+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Thou bastard of my grandfather!
+BISHOP
++Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+But one imperious in another's throne?
++Am I not protector, saucy priest?+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+BISHOP
++And am not I a prelate of the church?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+And useth it to patronage his theft.
+BISHOP
++Unreverent Gloster!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Thou art reverent+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
+BISHOP
++Rome shall remedy this.+ +WARWICK +
++Roam thither, then.+ +SOMERSET +
++My lord, it were your duty to forbear.+ +WARWICK +
++Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.+ +SOMERSET +
++Methinks my lord should be religious+ +WARWICK +
+And know the office that belongs to such.
++Methinks his lordship should be humbler;+ +SOMERSET +
+it fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
++Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.+ +WARWICK +
++State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Is not his grace protector to the king?
+RICHARD
++[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
+Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
+Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
++Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,+ +WARWICK +
+The special watchmen of our English weal,
+I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
+To join your hearts in love and amity.
+O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
+That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
+Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
+Civil dissension is a viperous worm
+That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
+A noise within, 'Down with the tawny-coats!'
+What tumult's this?
++An uproar, I dare warrant,+ +Mayor +
+Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
+A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor
++O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Pity the city of London, pity us!
+The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
+Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
+Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
+And banding themselves in contrary parts
+Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
+That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
+Our windows are broke down in every street
+And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.
+Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with bloody pates
++We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
+Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
+First Serving-man Nay, if we be forbidden stones,
+We'll fall to it with our teeth.
+Second Serving-man Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
+Skirmish again
++You of my household, leave this peevish broil+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
+Third Serving-man My lord, we know your grace to be a man
+Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
+Inferior to none but to his majesty:
+And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
+So kind a father of the commonweal,
+To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
+We and our wives and children all will fight
+And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.
+First Serving-man Ay, and the very parings of our nails
+Shall pitch a field when we are dead.
+Begin again
++Stay, stay, I say!+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And if you love me, as you say you do,
+Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
++O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!+ +WARWICK +
+Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
+My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
+Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
+Or who should study to prefer a peace.
+If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
++Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Except you mean with obstinate repulse
+To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
+You see what mischief and what murder too
+Hath been enacted through your enmity;
+Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
+BISHOP
++He shall submit, or I will never yield.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Compassion on the king commands me stoop;+ +WARWICK +
+Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
+Should ever get that privilege of me.
++Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
+As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
+Why look you still so stern and tragical?
++Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach+ +WARWICK +
+That malice was a great and grievous sin;
+And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
+But prove a chief offender in the same?
++Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
+What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
+BISHOP
++Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
++[Aside] Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
+This token serveth for a flag of truce
+Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
+So help me God, as I dissemble not!
+BISHOP
++[Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not!+ +KING HENRY VI +
++O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,+ +WARWICK +
+How joyful am I made by this contract!
+Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
+But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
+First Serving-man Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
+Second Serving-man And so will I.
+Third Serving-man And I will see what physic the tavern affords.
+Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, & c
++Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
+We do exhibit to your majesty.
++Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And if your grace mark every circumstance,
+You have great reason to do Richard right;
+Especially for those occasions
+At Eltham Place I told your majesty.
++And those occasions, uncle, were of force:+ +WARWICK +
+Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
+That Richard be restored to his blood.
++Let Richard be restored to his blood;+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
+BISHOP
++As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++If Richard will be true, not that alone+ +PLANTAGENET +
+But all the whole inheritance I give
+That doth belong unto the house of York,
+From whence you spring by lineal descent.
+RICHARD
++Thy humble servant vows obedience+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And humble service till the point of death.
++Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
+I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
+Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
+And rise created princely Duke of York.
+RICHARD
++And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!+ +ALL +
+And as my duty springs, so perish they
+That grudge one thought against your majesty!
++Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!+ +SOMERSET +
++[Aside] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Now will it best avail your majesty+ +KING HENRY VI +
+To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
+The presence of a king engenders love
+Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
+As it disanimates his enemies.
++When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
++Your ships already are in readiness.+ +EXETER +
+Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER
++Ay, we may march in England or in France,+
+Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
+This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
+Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
+And will at last break out into a flame:
+As fester'd members rot but by degree,
+Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
+So will this base and envious discord breed.
+And now I fear that fatal prophecy
+Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
+Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
+That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
+And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
+Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
+His days may finish ere that hapless time.
+Exit
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 3, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. France. Before Rouen.
+ ++Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldiers with sacks upon their backs ++ +JOAN LA PUCELLE ++These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,+ +First Soldier +
+Through which our policy must make a breach:
+Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
+Talk like the vulgar sort of market men
+That come to gather money for their corn.
+If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
+And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
+I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
+That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
++Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,+ +Watch +
+And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
+Therefore we'll knock.
+Knocks
++[Within] Qui est la?+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++Paysans, pauvres gens de France;+ +Watch +
+Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.
++Enter, go in; the market bell is rung.+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.+ +CHARLES +
+Exeunt
+Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, REIGNIER, and forces
++Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.
++Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants;+ +REIGNIER +
+Now she is there, how will she specify
+Where is the best and safest passage in?
++By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,
+No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.
+Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out a torch burning
++Behold, this is the happy wedding torch+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,
+But burning fatal to the Talbotites!
+Exit
++See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;+ +CHARLES +
+The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
++Now shine it like a comet of revenge,+ +REIGNIER +
+A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
++Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;+ +TALBOT +
+Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently,
+And then do execution on the watch.
+Alarum. Exeunt
+An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion
++France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
+Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
+Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
+That hardly we escaped the pride of France.
+Exit
+An alarum: excursions. BEDFORD, brought in sick in a chair. Enter TALBOT and BURGUNDY without: within JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, on the walls
++Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?+ +BURGUNDY +
+I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast
+Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
+'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?
++Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!+ +CHARLES +
+I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own
+And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
++Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.+ +BEDFORD +
++O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason!+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,+ +TALBOT +
+And run a tilt at death within a chair?
++Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!
+Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
+And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
+Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
+Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
++Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;+ +TALBOT +
+If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
+The English whisper together in council
+God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
++Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,+ +TALBOT +
+To try if that our own be ours or no.
++I speak not to that railing Hecate,+ +ALENCON +
+But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest;
+Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
++Signior, no.+ +TALBOT +
++Signior, hang! base muleters of France!+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls
+And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
++Away, captains! let's get us from the walls;+ +TALBOT +
+For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.
+God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you
+That we are here.
+Exeunt from the walls
++And there will we be too, ere it be long,+ +BURGUNDY +
+Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!
+Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
+Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,
+Either to get the town again or die:
+And I, as sure as English Henry lives
+And as his father here was conqueror,
+As sure as in this late-betrayed town
+Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried,
+So sure I swear to get the town or die.
++My vows are equal partners with thy vows.+ +TALBOT +
++But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,+ +BEDFORD +
+The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord,
+We will bestow you in some better place,
+Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.
++Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:+ +BURGUNDY +
+Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen
+And will be partner of your weal or woe.
++Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.+ +BEDFORD +
++Not to be gone from hence; for once I read+ +TALBOT +
+That stout Pendragon in his litter sick
+Came to the field and vanquished his foes:
+Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
+Because I ever found them as myself.
++Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!+ +Captain +
+Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe!
+And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
+But gather we our forces out of hand
+And set upon our boasting enemy.
+Exeunt all but BEDFORD and Attendants
+An alarum: excursions. Enter FASTOLFE and a Captain
++Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?+ +FASTOLFE +
++Whither away! to save myself by flight:+ +Captain +
+We are like to have the overthrow again.
++What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?+ +FASTOLFE +
++Ay,+ +Captain +
+All the Talbots in the world, to save my life!
+Exit
++Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!+ +BEDFORD +
+Exit
+Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALENCON, and CHARLES fly
++Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,+ +TALBOT +
+For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
+What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
+They that of late were daring with their scoffs
+Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
+BEDFORD dies, and is carried in by two in his chair
+An alarum. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest
++Lost, and recover'd in a day again!+ +BURGUNDY +
+This is a double honour, Burgundy:
+Yet heavens have glory for this victory!
++Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy+ +TALBOT +
+Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects
+Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments.
++Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?+ +BURGUNDY +
+I think her old familiar is asleep:
+Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks?
+What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief
+That such a valiant company are fled.
+Now will we take some order in the town,
+Placing therein some expert officers,
+And then depart to Paris to the king,
+For there young Henry with his nobles lie.
++What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.+ +TALBOT +
++But yet, before we go, let's not forget+
+The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased,
+But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen:
+A braver soldier never couched lance,
+A gentler heart did never sway in court;
+But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
+For that's the end of human misery.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. The plains near Rouen.
+ ++Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces ++ +JOAN LA PUCELLE ++Dismay not, princes, at this accident,+ +CHARLES +
+Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
+Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
+For things that are not to be remedied.
+Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
+And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
+We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
+If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
++We have been guided by thee hitherto,+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
+One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
++Search out thy wit for secret policies,+ +ALENCON +
+And we will make thee famous through the world.
++We'll set thy statue in some holy place,+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:
+Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
++Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:+ +CHARLES +
+By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words
+We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
+To leave the Talbot and to follow us.
++Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,+ +ALENCON +
+France were no place for Henry's warriors;
+Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
+But be extirped from our provinces.
++For ever should they be expulsed from France+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+And not have title of an earldom here.
++Your honours shall perceive how I will work+ +CHARLES +
+To bring this matter to the wished end.
+Drum sounds afar off
+Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
+Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
+Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over at a distance, TALBOT and his forces
+There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
+And all the troops of English after him.
+French march. Enter BURGUNDY and forces
+Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
+Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
+Summon a parley; we will talk with him.
+Trumpets sound a parley
++A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!+ +BURGUNDY +
++Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.+ +BURGUNDY +
++What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.+ +CHARLES +
++Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!+ +BURGUNDY +
+Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
++Speak on; but be not over-tedious.+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++Look on thy country, look on fertile France,+ +BURGUNDY +
+And see the cities and the towns defaced
+By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.
+As looks the mother on her lowly babe
+When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
+See, see the pining malady of France;
+Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
+Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast.
+O, turn thy edged sword another way;
+Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.
+One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom
+Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore:
+Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
+And wash away thy country's stained spots.
++Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
++Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,+ +BURGUNDY +
+Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
+Who joint'st thou with but with a lordly nation
+That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?
+When Talbot hath set footing once in France
+And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
+Who then but English Henry will be lord
+And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
+Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof,
+Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
+And was he not in England prisoner?
+But when they heard he was thine enemy,
+They set him free without his ransom paid,
+In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
+See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen
+And joint'st with them will be thy slaughtermen.
+Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord:
+Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
++I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
+And made me almost yield upon my knees.
+Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,
+And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
+My forces and my power of men are yours:
+So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
++[Aside] Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!+ +CHARLES +
++Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
++And doth beget new courage in our breasts.+ +ALENCON +
++Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,+ +CHARLES +
+And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
++Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,+
+And seek how we may prejudice the foe.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 3, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. Paris. The palace.
+ ++Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, EXETER, VERNON BASSET, and others. To them with his Soldiers, TALBOT ++ +TALBOT ++My gracious prince, and honourable peers,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
+I have awhile given truce unto my wars,
+To do my duty to my sovereign:
+In sign, whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim'd
+To your obedience fifty fortresses,
+Twelve cities and seven walled towns of strength,
+Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,
+Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet,
+And with submissive loyalty of heart
+Ascribes the glory of his conquest got
+First to my God and next unto your grace.
+Kneels
++Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+That hath so long been resident in France?
++Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord!+ +VERNON +
+When I was young, as yet I am not old,
+I do remember how my father said
+A stouter champion never handled sword.
+Long since we were resolved of your truth,
+Your faithful service and your toil in war;
+Yet never have you tasted our reward,
+Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
+Because till now we never saw your face:
+Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,
+We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
+And in our coronation take your place.
+Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but VERNON and BASSET
++Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,+ +BASSET +
+Disgracing of these colours that I wear
+In honour of my noble Lord of York:
+Darest thou maintain the former words thou spakest?
++Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage+ +VERNON +
+The envious barking of your saucy tongue
+Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.
++Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.+ +BASSET +
++Why, what is he? as good a man as York.+ +VERNON +
++Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that.+ +BASSET +
+Strikes him
++Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such+ +VERNON +
+That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death,
+Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
+But I'll unto his majesty, and crave
+I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
+When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost.
++Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;
+And, after, meet you sooner than you would.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state.
+ ++Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, the Governor, of Paris, and others ++ +GLOUCESTER ++Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+BISHOP
++God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,+ +FASTOLFE +
+That you elect no other king but him;
+Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
+And none your foes but such as shall pretend
+Malicious practises against his state:
+This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
+Enter FASTOLFE
++My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,+ +TALBOT +
+To haste unto your coronation,
+A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
+Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
++Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
+To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
+Plucking it off
+Which I have done, because unworthily
+Thou wast installed in that high degree.
+Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest
+This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
+When but in all I was six thousand strong
+And that the French were almost ten to one,
+Before we met or that a stroke was given,
+Like to a trusty squire did run away:
+In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
+Myself and divers gentlemen beside
+Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
+Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
+Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
+This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
++To say the truth, this fact was infamous+ +TALBOT +
+And ill beseeming any common man,
+Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
++When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
+Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
+Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
+Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
+But always resolute in most extremes.
+He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
+Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
+Profaning this most honourable order,
+And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
+Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
+That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
++Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
+Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.
+Exit FASTOLFE
+And now, my lord protector, view the letter
+Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
++What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?+ +KING HENRY VI +
+No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
+Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
+Or doth this churlish superscription
+Pretend some alteration in good will?
+What's here?
+Reads
+'I have, upon especial cause,
+Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
+Together with the pitiful complaints
+Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
+Forsaken your pernicious faction
+And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
+O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
+That in alliance, amity and oaths,
+There should be found such false dissembling guile?
++What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Is that the worst this letter doth contain?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him+ +TALBOT +
+And give him chastisement for this abuse.
+How say you, my lord? are you not content?
++Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
++Then gather strength and march unto him straight:+ +TALBOT +
+Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
+And what offence it is to flout his friends.
++I go, my lord, in heart desiring still+ +VERNON +
+You may behold confusion of your foes.
+Exit
+Enter VERNON and BASSET
++Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.+ +BASSET +
++And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.+ +YORK +
++This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.+ +SOMERSET +
++And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.+ +VERNON +
+Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
+And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
++With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.+ +BASSET +
++And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++What is that wrong whereof you both complain?+ +BASSET +
+First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
++Crossing the sea from England into France,+ +VERNON +
+This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
+Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
+Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
+Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
+When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
+About a certain question in the law
+Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
+With other vile and ignominious terms:
+In confutation of which rude reproach
+And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
+I crave the benefit of law of arms.
++And that is my petition, noble lord:+ +YORK +
+For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
+To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
+Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
+And he first took exceptions at this badge,
+Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
+Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
++Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?+ +SOMERSET +
++Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
++Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,+ +YORK +
+When for so slight and frivolous a cause
+Such factious emulations shall arise!
+Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
+Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
++Let this dissension first be tried by fight,+ +SOMERSET +
+And then your highness shall command a peace.
++The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;+ +YORK +
+Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
++There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.+ +VERNON +
++Nay, let it rest where it began at first.+ +BASSET +
++Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!+ +EXETER +
+And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
+Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
+With this immodest clamorous outrage
+To trouble and disturb the king and us?
+And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
+To bear with their perverse objections;
+Much less to take occasion from their mouths
+To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
+Let me persuade you take a better course.
++It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Come hither, you that would be combatants:+ +WARWICK +
+Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
+Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
+And you, my lords, remember where we are,
+In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
+If they perceive dissension in our looks
+And that within ourselves we disagree,
+How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
+To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
+Beside, what infamy will there arise,
+When foreign princes shall be certified
+That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
+King Henry's peers and chief nobility
+Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
+O, think upon the conquest of my father,
+My tender years, and let us not forego
+That for a trifle that was bought with blood
+Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
+I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
+Putting on a red rose
+That any one should therefore be suspicious
+I more incline to Somerset than York:
+Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
+As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
+Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
+But your discretions better can persuade
+Than I am able to instruct or teach:
+And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
+So let us still continue peace and love.
+Cousin of York, we institute your grace
+To be our regent in these parts of France:
+And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
+Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
+And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
+Go cheerfully together and digest.
+Your angry choler on your enemies.
+Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
+After some respite will return to Calais;
+From thence to England; where I hope ere long
+To be presented, by your victories,
+With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.
+Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER and VERNON
++My Lord of York, I promise you, the king+ +YORK +
+Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
++And so he did; but yet I like it not,+ +WARWICK +
+In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
++Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;+ +YORK +
+I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
++An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;+ +EXETER +
+Other affairs must now be managed.
+Exeunt all but EXETER
++Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;+
+For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
+I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
+More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
+Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
+But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
+This jarring discord of nobility,
+This shouldering of each other in the court,
+This factious bandying of their favourites,
+But that it doth presage some ill event.
+'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
+But more when envy breeds unkind division;
+There comes the rain, there begins confusion.
+Exit
++
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Act 4, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Before Bourdeaux.
+ ++Enter TALBOT, with trump and drum ++ +TALBOT ++Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter:+ +General +
+Summon their general unto the wall.
+Trumpet sounds. Enter General and others, aloft
+English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
+Servant in arms to Harry King of England;
+And thus he would: Open your city gates;
+Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,
+And do him homage as obedient subjects;
+And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:
+But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
+You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
+Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;
+Who in a moment even with the earth
+Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
+If you forsake the offer of their love.
++Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,+ +TALBOT +
+Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge!
+The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
+On us thou canst not enter but by death;
+For, I protest, we are well fortified
+And strong enough to issue out and fight:
+If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
+Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
+On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd,
+To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
+And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
+But death doth front thee with apparent spoil
+And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
+Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament
+To rive their dangerous artillery
+Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
+Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man,
+Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit!
+This is the latest glory of thy praise
+That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
+For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
+Finish the process of his sandy hour,
+These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
+Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale and dead.
+Drum afar off
+Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,
+Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
+And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.
+Exeunt General, & c
++He fables not; I hear the enemy:+
+Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
+O, negligent and heedless discipline!
+How are we park'd and bounded in a pale,
+A little herd of England's timorous deer,
+Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!
+If we be English deer, be then in blood;
+Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,
+But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,
+Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
+And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
+Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
+And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
+God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,
+Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Plains in Gascony.
+ ++Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers ++ +YORK ++Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,+ +Messenger +
+That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
++They are return'd, my lord, and give it out+ +YORK +
+That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,
+To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,
+By your espials were discovered
+Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
+Which join'd with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.
++A plague upon that villain Somerset,+ +LUCY +
+That thus delays my promised supply
+Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
+Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
+And I am lowted by a traitor villain
+And cannot help the noble chevalier:
+God comfort him in this necessity!
+If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
+Enter Sir William LUCY
++Thou princely leader of our English strength,+ +YORK +
+Never so needful on the earth of France,
+Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,
+Who now is girdled with a waist of iron
+And hemm'd about with grim destruction:
+To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
+Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.
++O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart+ +LUCY +
+Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!
+So should we save a valiant gentleman
+By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
+Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
+That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
++O, send some succor to the distress'd lord!+ +YORK +
++He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;+ +LUCY +
+We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
+All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.
++Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul;+ +YORK +
+And on his son young John, who two hours since
+I met in travel toward his warlike father!
+This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
+And now they meet where both their lives are done.
++Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have+ +LUCY +
+To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
+Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
+That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
+Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can,
+But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
+Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
+'Long all of Somerset and his delay.
+Exit, with his soldiers
++Thus, while the vulture of sedition+
+Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
+Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
+The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror,
+That ever living man of memory,
+Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross,
+Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss.
+Exit
++
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+ ++Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain of TALBOT's with him ++ +SOMERSET ++It is too late; I cannot send them now:+ +Captain +
+This expedition was by York and Talbot
+Too rashly plotted: all our general force
+Might with a sally of the very town
+Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot
+Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour
+By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
+York set him on to fight and die in shame,
+That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
++Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me+ +SOMERSET +
+Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.
+Enter Sir William LUCY
++How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?+ +LUCY +
++Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;+ +SOMERSET +
+Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
+Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
+To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
+And whiles the honourable captain there
+Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
+And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
+You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
+Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
+Let not your private discord keep away
+The levied succors that should lend him aid,
+While he, renowned noble gentleman,
+Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
+Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
+Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,
+And Talbot perisheth by your default.
++York set him on; York should have sent him aid.+ +LUCY +
++And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;+ +SOMERSET +
+Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
+Collected for this expedition.
++York lies; he might have sent and had the horse;+ +LUCY +
+I owe him little duty, and less love;
+And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
++The fraud of England, not the force of France,+ +SOMERSET +
+Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
+Never to England shall he bear his life;
+But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.
++Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight:+ +LUCY +
+Within six hours they will be at his aid.
++Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain;+ +SOMERSET +
+For fly he could not, if he would have fled;
+And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
++If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!+ +LUCY +
++His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. The English camp near Bourdeaux.
+ ++Enter TALBOT and JOHN his son ++ +TALBOT ++O young John Talbot! I did send for thee+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+To tutor thee in stratagems of war,
+That Talbot's name might be in thee revived
+When sapless age and weak unable limbs
+Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
+But, O malignant and ill-boding stars!
+Now thou art come unto a feast of death,
+A terrible and unavoided danger:
+Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse;
+And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
+By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone.
++Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?+ +TALBOT +
+And shall I fly? O if you love my mother,
+Dishonour not her honourable name,
+To make a bastard and a slave of me!
+The world will say, he is not Talbot's blood,
+That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.
++Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain.+ +JOHN TALBOT +
++He that flies so will ne'er return again.+ +TALBOT +
++If we both stay, we both are sure to die.+ +JOHN TALBOT +
++Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:+ +TALBOT +
+Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
+My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
+Upon my death the French can little boast;
+In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
+Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;
+But mine it will, that no exploit have done:
+You fled for vantage, everyone will swear;
+But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.
+There is no hope that ever I will stay,
+If the first hour I shrink and run away.
+Here on my knee I beg mortality,
+Rather than life preserved with infamy.
++Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?+ +JOHN TALBOT +
++Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.+ +TALBOT +
++Upon my blessing, I command thee go.+ +JOHN TALBOT +
++To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.+ +TALBOT +
++Part of thy father may be saved in thee.+ +JOHN TALBOT +
++No part of him but will be shame in me.+ +TALBOT +
++Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it.+ +JOHN TALBOT +
++Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?+ +TALBOT +
++Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain.+ +JOHN TALBOT +
++You cannot witness for me, being slain.+ +TALBOT +
+If death be so apparent, then both fly.
++And leave my followers here to fight and die?+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+My age was never tainted with such shame.
++And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?+ +TALBOT +
+No more can I be sever'd from your side,
+Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
+Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
+For live I will not, if my father die.
++Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,+
+Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
+Come, side by side together live and die.
+And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Alarum: excursions, wherein JOHN TALBOT is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him ++ +TALBOT ++Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight.+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+The regent hath with Talbot broke his word
+And left us to the rage of France his sword.
+Where is John Talbot? Pause, and take thy breath;
+I gave thee life and rescued thee from death.
++O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!+ +TALBOT +
+The life thou gavest me first was lost and done,
+Till with thy warlike sword, despite of late,
+To my determined time thou gavest new date.
++When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire,+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire
+Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,
+Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage,
+Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,
+And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.
+The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood
+From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
+Of thy first fight, I soon encountered,
+And interchanging blows I quickly shed
+Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace
+Bespoke him thus; 'Contaminated, base
+And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
+Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine
+Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:'
+Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,
+Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care,
+Art thou not weary, John? how dost thou fare?
+Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
+Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?
+Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead:
+The help of one stands me in little stead.
+O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
+To hazard all our lives in one small boat!
+If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
+To-morrow I shall die with mickle age:
+By me they nothing gain an if I stay;
+'Tis but the shortening of my life one day:
+In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,
+My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame:
+All these and more we hazard by thy stay;
+All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.
++The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;+ +TALBOT +
+These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
+On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
+To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
+Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
+The coward horse that bears me fail and die!
+And like me to the peasant boys of France,
+To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!
+Surely, by all the glory you have won,
+An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
+Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
+If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
++Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,+
+Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:
+If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;
+And, commendable proved, let's die in pride.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Alarum: excursions. Enter TALBOT led by a Servant ++ +TALBOT ++Where is my other life? mine own is gone;+ +Servant +
+O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?
+Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity,
+Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:
+When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,
+His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,
+And, like a hungry lion, did commence
+Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
+But when my angry guardant stood alone,
+Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none,
+Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart
+Suddenly made him from my side to start
+Into the clustering battle of the French;
+And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
+His over-mounting spirit, and there died,
+My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
++O, my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne!+ +TALBOT +
+Enter Soldiers, with the body of JOHN TALBOT
++Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,+ +CHARLES +
+Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
+Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
+Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
+In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
+O, thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
+Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
+Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
+Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
+Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
+Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
+Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
+My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
+Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
+Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
+Dies
+Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces
++Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+We should have found a bloody day of this.
++How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood,+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!
++Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said:+ +BURGUNDY +
+'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:'
+But, with a proud majestical high scorn,
+He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born
+To be the pillage of a giglot wench:'
+So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
+He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
++Doubtless he would have made a noble knight;+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms
+Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!
++Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder+ +CHARLES +
+Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
++O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled+ +LUCY +
+During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
+Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the French preceding
++Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,+ +CHARLES +
+To know who hath obtained the glory of the day.
++On what submissive message art thou sent?+ +LUCY +
++Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;+ +CHARLES +
+We English warriors wot not what it means.
+I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en
+And to survey the bodies of the dead.
++For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.+ +LUCY +
+But tell me whom thou seek'st.
++But where's the great Alcides of the field,+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,
+Created, for his rare success in arms,
+Great Earl of Washford, Waterford and Valence;
+Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,
+Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton,
+Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
+The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge;
+Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
+Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece;
+Great marshal to Henry the Sixth
+Of all his wars within the realm of France?
++Here is a silly stately style indeed!+ +LUCY +
+The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
+Writes not so tedious a style as this.
+Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles
+Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.
++Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge,+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
+O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,
+That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
+O, that I could but call these dead to life!
+It were enough to fright the realm of France:
+Were but his picture left amongst you here,
+It would amaze the proudest of you all.
+Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
+And give them burial as beseems their worth.
++I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,+ +CHARLES +
+He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
+For God's sake let him have 'em; to keep them here,
+They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
++Go, take their bodies hence.+ +LUCY +
++I'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be rear'd+ +CHARLES +
+A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
++So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
+And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
+All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, and EXETER ++ +KING HENRY VI ++Have you perused the letters from the pope,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The emperor and the Earl of Armagnac?
++I have, my lord: and their intent is this:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+They humbly sue unto your excellence
+To have a godly peace concluded of
+Between the realms of England and of France.
++How doth your grace affect their motion?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Well, my good lord; and as the only means+ +KING HENRY VI +
+To stop effusion of our Christian blood
+And 'stablish quietness on every side.
++Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought+ +GLOUCESTER +
+It was both impious and unnatural
+That such immanity and bloody strife
+Should reign among professors of one faith.
++Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And surer bind this knot of amity,
+The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,
+A man of great authority in France,
+Proffers his only daughter to your grace
+In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.
++Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young!+ +EXETER +
+And fitter is my study and my books
+Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
+Yet call the ambassador; and, as you please,
+So let them have their answers every one:
+I shall be well content with any choice
+Tends to God's glory and my country's weal.
+Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER in Cardinal's habit, a Legate and two Ambassadors
++What! is my Lord of Winchester install'd,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And call'd unto a cardinal's degree?
+Then I perceive that will be verified
+Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,
+'If once he come to be a cardinal,
+He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.'
++My lords ambassadors, your several suits+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Have been consider'd and debated on.
+And therefore are we certainly resolved
+To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
+Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean
+Shall be transported presently to France.
++And for the proffer of my lord your master,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I have inform'd his highness so at large
+As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
+Her beauty and the value of her dower,
+He doth intend she shall be England's queen.
++In argument and proof of which contract,+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.
+And so, my lord protector, see them guarded
+And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd
+Commit them to the fortune of the sea.
+Exeunt all but CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER and Legate
+CARDINAL
++Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive+ +Legate +
+The sum of money which I promised
+Should be deliver'd to his holiness
+For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
++I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+CARDINAL
++[Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,+
+Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
+Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
+That, neither in birth or for authority,
+The bishop will be overborne by thee:
+I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
+Or sack this country with a mutiny.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces ++ +CHARLES ++These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:+ +ALENCON +
+'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
+And turn again unto the warlike French.
++Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
++Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us;+ +Scout +
+Else, ruin combat with their palaces!
+Enter Scout
++Success unto our valiant general,+ +CHARLES +
+And happiness to his accomplices!
++What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.+ +Scout +
++The English army, that divided was+ +CHARLES +
+Into two parties, is now conjoined in one,
+And means to give you battle presently.
++Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;+ +BURGUNDY +
+But we will presently provide for them.
++I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
++Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.+ +CHARLES +
+Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
+Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
++Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Alarum. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE ++ +JOAN LA PUCELLE ++The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.+ +YORK +
+Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;
+And ye choice spirits that admonish me
+And give me signs of future accidents.
+Thunder
+You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
+Under the lordly monarch of the north,
+Appear and aid me in this enterprise.
+Enter Fiends
+This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
+Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
+Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
+Out of the powerful regions under earth,
+Help me this once, that France may get the field.
+They walk, and speak not
+O, hold me not with silence over-long!
+Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
+I'll lop a member off and give it you
+In earnest of further benefit,
+So you do condescend to help me now.
+They hang their heads
+No hope to have redress? My body shall
+Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
+They shake their heads
+Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice
+Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
+Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,
+Before that England give the French the foil.
+They depart
+See, they forsake me! Now the time is come
+That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest
+And let her head fall into England's lap.
+My ancient incantations are too weak,
+And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
+Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.
+Exit
+Excursions. Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE fighting hand to hand with YORK. JOAN LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.
++Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms
+And try if they can gain your liberty.
+A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!
+See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows,
+As if with Circe she would change my shape!
++Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.+ +YORK +
++O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
++A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!+ +YORK +
+And may ye both be suddenly surprised
+By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!
++Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
++I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.+ +YORK +
++Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.+ +SUFFOLK +
+Exeunt
+Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand
++Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.+ +MARGARET +
+Gazes on her
+O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!
+For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;
+I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
+And lay them gently on thy tender side.
+Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.
++Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,+ +SUFFOLK +
+The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.
++An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.+ +MARGARET +
+Be not offended, nature's miracle,
+Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
+So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
+Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
+Yet, if this servile usage once offend.
+Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.
+She is going
+O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;
+My hand would free her, but my heart says no
+As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
+Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
+So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
+Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
+I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
+Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;
+Hast not a tongue? is she not here?
+Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
+Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,
+Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
++Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so--+ +SUFFOLK +
+What ransom must I pay before I pass?
+For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
++How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,+ +MARGARET +
+Before thou make a trial of her love?
++Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?+ +SUFFOLK +
++She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;+ +MARGARET +
+She is a woman, therefore to be won.
++Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;+ +MARGARET +
+Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
++I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.+ +SUFFOLK +
++There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.+ +MARGARET +
++He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.+ +SUFFOLK +
++And yet a dispensation may be had.+ +MARGARET +
++And yet I would that you would answer me.+ +SUFFOLK +
++I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?+ +MARGARET +
+Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing!
++He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,+ +MARGARET +
+And peace established between these realms
+But there remains a scruple in that too;
+For though her father be the King of Naples,
+Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
+And our nobility will scorn the match.
++Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?+ +SUFFOLK +
++It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much.+ +MARGARET +
+Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
+Madam, I have a secret to reveal.
++What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight,+ +SUFFOLK +
+And will not any way dishonour me.
++Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.+ +MARGARET +
++Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;+ +SUFFOLK +
+And then I need not crave his courtesy.
++Sweet madam, give me a hearing in a cause--+ +MARGARET +
++Tush, women have been captivate ere now.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Lady, wherefore talk you so?+ +MARGARET +
++I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose+ +MARGARET +
+Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?
++To be a queen in bondage is more vile+ +SUFFOLK +
+Than is a slave in base servility;
+For princes should be free.
++And so shall you,+ +MARGARET +
+If happy England's royal king be free.
++Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?+ +SUFFOLK +
++I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,+ +MARGARET +
+To put a golden sceptre in thy hand
+And set a precious crown upon thy head,
+If thou wilt condescend to be my--
++What?+ +SUFFOLK +
++His love.+ +MARGARET +
++I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.+ +SUFFOLK +
++No, gentle madam; I unworthy am+ +MARGARET +
+To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,
+And have no portion in the choice myself.
+How say you, madam, are ye so content?
++An if my father please, I am content.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Then call our captains and our colours forth.+ +REIGNIER +
+And, madam, at your father's castle walls
+We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.
+A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on the walls
+See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!
++To whom?+ +SUFFOLK +
++ To me.+ +REIGNIER +
++ Suffolk, what remedy?+ +SU FFOLK +
+I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,
+Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.
++Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:+ +REIGNIER +
+Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
+Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
+Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
+And this her easy-held imprisonment
+Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.
++Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?+ +SUFFOLK +
++Fair Margaret knows+ +REIGNIER +
+That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
++Upon thy princely warrant, I descend+ +SUFFOLK +
+To give thee answer of thy just demand.
+Exit from the walls
++And here I will expect thy coming.+ +REIGNIER +
+Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below
++Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:+ +SUFFOLK +
+Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
++Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,+ +REIGNIER +
+Fit to be made companion with a king:
+What answer makes your grace unto my suit?
++Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth+ +SUFFOLK +
+To be the princely bride of such a lord;
+Upon condition I may quietly
+Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
+Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
+My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
++That is her ransom; I deliver her;+ +REIGNIER +
+And those two counties I will undertake
+Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
++And I again, in Henry's royal name,+ +SUFFOLK +
+As deputy unto that gracious king,
+Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.
++Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,+ +REIGNIER +
+Because this is in traffic of a king.
+Aside
+And yet, methinks, I could be well content
+To be mine own attorney in this case.
+I'll over then to England with this news,
+And make this marriage to be solemnized.
+So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe
+In golden palaces, as it becomes.
++I do embrace thee, as I would embrace+ +MARGARET +
+The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.
++Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers+ +SUFFOLK +
+Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.
+Going
++Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;+ +MARGARET +
+No princely commendations to my king?
++Such commendations as becomes a maid,+ +SUFFOLK +
+A virgin and his servant, say to him.
++Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.+ +MARGARET +
+But madam, I must trouble you again;
+No loving token to his majesty?
++Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,+ +SUFFOLK +
+Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
++And this withal.+ +MARGARET +
+Kisses her
++That for thyself: I will not so presume+ +SUFFOLK +
+To send such peevish tokens to a king.
+Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET
++O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;+
+Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;
+There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
+Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:
+Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
+And natural graces that extinguish art;
+Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
+That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet,
+Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
+Exit
++
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+ ++Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others ++ +YORK ++Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.+ +Shepherd +
+Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd
++Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Have I sought every country far and near,
+And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
+Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
+Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!
++Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!+ +Shepherd +
+I am descended of a gentler blood:
+Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
++Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so;+ +WARWICK +
+I did beget her, all the parish knows:
+Her mother liveth yet, can testify
+She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
++Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?+ +YORK +
++This argues what her kind of life hath been,+ +Shepherd +
+Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
++Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
+And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
+Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.
++Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man,+ +Shepherd +
+Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
++'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest+ +YORK +
+The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
+Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
+Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
+Of thy nativity! I would the milk
+Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,
+Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
+Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
+I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
+Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
+O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.
+Exit
++Take her away; for she hath lived too long,+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+To fill the world with vicious qualities.
++First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:+ +YORK +
+Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
+But issued from the progeny of kings;
+Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,
+By inspiration of celestial grace,
+To work exceeding miracles on earth.
+I never had to do with wicked spirits:
+But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
+Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
+Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
+Because you want the grace that others have,
+You judge it straight a thing impossible
+To compass wonders but by help of devils.
+No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been
+A virgin from her tender infancy,
+Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
+Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,
+Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.
++Ay, ay: away with her to execution!+ +WARWICK +
++And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
+Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
+That so her torture may be shortened.
++Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?+ +YORK +
+Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,
+That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.
+I am with child, ye bloody homicides:
+Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
+Although ye hale me to a violent death.
++Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!+ +WARWICK +
++The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought:+ +YORK +
+Is all your strict preciseness come to this?
++She and the Dauphin have been juggling:+ +WARWICK +
+I did imagine what would be her refuge.
++Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live;+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Especially since Charles must father it.
++You are deceived; my child is none of his:+ +YORK +
+It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love.
++Alencon! that notorious Machiavel!+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
++O, give me leave, I have deluded you:+ +WARWICK +
+'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
+But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd.
++A married man! that's most intolerable.+ +YORK +
++Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well,+ +WARWICK +
+There were so many, whom she may accuse.
++It's sign she hath been liberal and free.+ +YORK +
++And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
+Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
++Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:+ +YORK +
+May never glorious sun reflex his beams
+Upon the country where you make abode;
+But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
+Environ you, till mischief and despair
+Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
+Exit, guarded
++Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
+Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER, attended
+CARDINAL
++Lord regent, I do greet your excellence+ +YORK +
+With letters of commission from the king.
+For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
+Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
+Have earnestly implored a general peace
+Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
+And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
+Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
++ Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?+ +WARWICK +
+After the slaughter of so many peers,
+So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
+That in this quarrel have been overthrown
+And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
+Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
+Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
+By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
+Our great progenitors had conquered?
+O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
+The utter loss of all the realm of France.
++Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,+ +CHARLES +
+It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
+As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
+Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, and others
++Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed+ +YORK +
+That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
+We come to be informed by yourselves
+What the conditions of that league must be.
++Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
+By sight of these our baleful enemies.
+CARDINAL
++Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:+ +ALENCON +
+That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
+Of mere compassion and of lenity,
+To ease your country of distressful war,
+And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
+You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
+And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
+To pay him tribute, submit thyself,
+Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
+And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
++Must he be then as shadow of himself?+ +CHARLES +
+Adorn his temples with a coronet,
+And yet, in substance and authority,
+Retain but privilege of a private man?
+This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
++'Tis known already that I am possess'd+ +YORK +
+With more than half the Gallian territories,
+And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
+Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
+Detract so much from that prerogative,
+As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
+No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
+That which I have than, coveting for more,
+Be cast from possibility of all.
++Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means+ +REIGNIER +
+Used intercession to obtain a league,
+And, now the matter grows to compromise,
+Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
+Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
+Of benefit proceeding from our king
+And not of any challenge of desert,
+Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
++My lord, you do not well in obstinacy+ +ALENCON +
+To cavil in the course of this contract:
+If once it be neglected, ten to one
+We shall not find like opportunity.
++To say the truth, it is your policy+ +WARWICK +
+To save your subjects from such massacre
+And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
+By our proceeding in hostility;
+And therefore take this compact of a truce,
+Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
++How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?+ +CHARLES +
++It shall;+ +YORK +
+Only reserved, you claim no interest
+In any of our towns of garrison.
++Then swear allegiance to his majesty,+
+As thou art knight, never to disobey
+Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
+Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
+So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
+Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
+For here we entertain a solemn peace.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene +SCENE V. London. The palace.
+ ++Enter SUFFOLK in conference with KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER and EXETER ++ +KING HENRY VI ++Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,+ +SUFFOLK +
+Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:
+Her virtues graced with external gifts
+Do breed love's settled passions in my heart:
+And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts
+Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
+So am I driven by breath of her renown
+Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
+Where I may have fruition of her love.
++Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Is but a preface of her worthy praise;
+The chief perfections of that lovely dame
+Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
+Would make a volume of enticing lines,
+Able to ravish any dull conceit:
+And, which is more, she is not so divine,
+So full-replete with choice of all delights,
+But with as humble lowliness of mind
+She is content to be at your command;
+Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents,
+To love and honour Henry as her lord.
++And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Therefore, my lord protector, give consent
+That Margaret may be England's royal queen.
++So should I give consent to flatter sin.+ +SUFFOLK +
+You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd
+Unto another lady of esteem:
+How shall we then dispense with that contract,
+And not deface your honour with reproach?
++As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Or one that, at a triumph having vow'd
+To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists
+By reason of his adversary's odds:
+A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,
+And therefore may be broke without offence.
++Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?+ +SUFFOLK +
+Her father is no better than an earl,
+Although in glorious titles he excel.
++Yes, lord, her father is a king,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The King of Naples and Jerusalem;
+And of such great authority in France
+As his alliance will confirm our peace
+And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.
++And so the Earl of Armagnac may do,+ +EXETER +
+Because he is near kinsman unto Charles.
++Beside, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower,+ +SUFFOLK +
+Where Reignier sooner will receive than give.
++A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That he should be so abject, base and poor,
+To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.
+Henry is able to enrich his queen
+And not seek a queen to make him rich:
+So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
+As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.
+Marriage is a matter of more worth
+Than to be dealt in by attorneyship;
+Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects,
+Must be companion of his nuptial bed:
+And therefore, lords, since he affects her most,
+It most of all these reasons bindeth us,
+In our opinions she should be preferr'd.
+For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
+An age of discord and continual strife?
+Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,
+And is a pattern of celestial peace.
+Whom should we match with Henry, being a king,
+But Margaret, that is daughter to a king?
+Her peerless feature, joined with her birth,
+Approves her fit for none but for a king:
+Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,
+More than in women commonly is seen,
+Will answer our hope in issue of a king;
+For Henry, son unto a conqueror,
+Is likely to beget more conquerors,
+If with a lady of so high resolve
+As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love.
+Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me
+That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she.
++Whether it be through force of your report,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that
+My tender youth was never yet attaint
+With any passion of inflaming love,
+I cannot tell; but this I am assured,
+I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
+Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
+As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
+Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France;
+Agree to any covenants, and procure
+That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
+To cross the seas to England and be crown'd
+King Henry's faithful and anointed queen:
+For your expenses and sufficient charge,
+Among the people gather up a tenth.
+Be gone, I say; for, till you do return,
+I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.
+And you, good uncle, banish all offence:
+If you do censure me by what you were,
+Not what you are, I know it will excuse
+This sudden execution of my will.
+And so, conduct me where, from company,
+I may revolve and ruminate my grief.
+Exit
++Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last.+ +SUFFOLK +
+Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EXETER
++Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd; and thus he goes,
+As did the youthful Paris once to Greece,
+With hope to find the like event in love,
+But prosper better than the Trojan did.
+Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
+But I will rule both her, the king and realm.
+Exit
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+ +The First part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 1 + Entire play in one page
+ ++Act 1, Scene 1: London. The palace.
+Act 1, Scene 2: London. An apartment of the Prince's.
+Act 1, Scene 3: London. The palace.
++Act 2, Scene 1: Rochester. An inn yard.
+Act 2, Scene 2: The highway, near Gadshill.
+Act 2, Scene 3: Warkworth castle
+Act 2, Scene 4: The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.
++Act 3, Scene 1: Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.
+Act 3, Scene 2: London. The palace.
++Act 4, Scene 1: The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
+Act 4, Scene 2: A public road near Coventry.
+Act 4, Scene 3: The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
+Act 4, Scene 4: York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace.
++Act 5, Scene 1: KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury.
+
+Act 5, Scene 2: The rebel camp.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Plain between the camps.
+Act 5, Scene 4: Another part of the field.
+Act 5, Scene 5: Another part of the field.
+ + + + diff --git a/data/1kinghenryvi.html b/data/1kinghenryvi.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fd9371fac4b5cdbde0ad71111dd48b957292a086 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/1kinghenryvi.html @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ + + +Henry VI, part 1: List of Scenes + + + + + + ++
+ +The First part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + Entire play in one page
+ ++Act 1, Scene 1: Westminster Abbey.
+Act 1, Scene 2: France. Before Orleans.
+Act 1, Scene 3: London. Before the Tower.
+Act 1, Scene 4: Orleans.
+Act 1, Scene 5: The same.
+Act 1, Scene 6: The same.
++Act 2, Scene 1: Before Orleans.
+Act 2, Scene 2: Orleans. Within the town.
+Act 2, Scene 3: Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.
+Act 2, Scene 4: London. The Temple-garden.
+Act 2, Scene 5: The Tower of London.
++Act 3, Scene 1: London. The Parliament-house.
+Act 3, Scene 2: France. Before Rouen.
+Act 3, Scene 3: The plains near Rouen.
+Act 3, Scene 4: Paris. The palace.
++Act 4, Scene 1: Paris. A hall of state.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Before Bourdeaux.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Plains in Gascony.
+Act 4, Scene 4: Other plains in Gascony.
+Act 4, Scene 5: The English camp near Bourdeaux.
+Act 4, Scene 6: A field of battle.
+Act 4, Scene 7: Another part of the field.
++Act 5, Scene 1: London. The palace.
+
+Act 5, Scene 2: France. Plains in Anjou.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Before Angiers.
+Act 5, Scene 4: Camp of the YORK in Anjou.
+Act 5, Scene 5: London. The palace.
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+ ++Warkworth. Before the castle +++Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues ++ +RUMOUR ++Open your ears; for which of you will stop
+The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks?
+I, from the orient to the drooping west,
+Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
+The acts commenced on this ball of earth:
+Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
+The which in every language I pronounce,
+Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
+I speak of peace, while covert enmity
+Under the smile of safety wounds the world:
+And who but Rumour, who but only I,
+Make fearful musters and prepared defence,
+Whiles the big year, swoln with some other grief,
+Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
+And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
+Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures
+And of so easy and so plain a stop
+That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
+The still-discordant wavering multitude,
+Can play upon it. But what need I thus
+My well-known body to anatomize
+Among my household? Why is Rumour here?
+I run before King Harry's victory;
+Who in a bloody field by Shrewsbury
+Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops,
+Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
+Even with the rebel's blood. But what mean I
+To speak so true at first? my office is
+To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell
+Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,
+And that the king before the Douglas' rage
+Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
+This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns
+Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
+And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,
+Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
+Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,
+And not a man of them brings other news
+Than they have learn'd of me: from Rumour's tongues
+They bring smooth comforts false, worse than
+true wrongs.
+Exit
++
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+ ++Enter LORD BARDOLPH ++ +LORD BARDOLPH ++Who keeps the gate here, ho?+ +Porter +
+The Porter opens the gate
+Where is the earl?
++What shall I say you are?+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
++Tell thou the earl+ +Porter +
+That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
++His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard;+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Please it your honour, knock but at the gate,
+And he himself wilt answer.
+Enter NORTHUMBERLAND
++Here comes the earl.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Exit Porter
++What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute now+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Should be the father of some stratagem:
+The times are wild: contention, like a horse
+Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose
+And bears down all before him.
++Noble earl,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
++Good, an God will!+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
++ As good as heart can wish:+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+The king is almost wounded to the death;
+And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
+Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
+Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John
+And Westmoreland and Stafford fled the field;
+And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John,
+Is prisoner to your son: O, such a day,
+So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won,
+Came not till now to dignify the times,
+Since Caesar's fortunes!
++How is this derived?+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Saw you the field? came you from Shrewsbury?
++I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+A gentleman well bred and of good name,
+That freely render'd me these news for true.
++Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+On Tuesday last to listen after news.
+Enter TRAVERS
++My lord, I over-rode him on the way;+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+And he is furnish'd with no certainties
+More than he haply may retail from me.
++Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?+ +TRAVERS +
++My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+With joyful tidings; and, being better horsed,
+Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard
+A gentleman, almost forspent with speed,
+That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse.
+He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
+I did demand what news from Shrewsbury:
+He told me that rebellion had bad luck
+And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold.
+With that, he gave his able horse the head,
+And bending forward struck his armed heels
+Against the panting sides of his poor jade
+Up to the rowel-head, and starting so
+He seem'd in running to devour the way,
+Staying no longer question.
++Ha! Again:+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
+Of Hotspur Coldspur? that rebellion
+Had met ill luck?
++ My lord, I'll tell you what;+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+If my young lord your son have not the day,
+Upon mine honour, for a silken point
+I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
++Why should that gentleman that rode by Travers+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Give then such instances of loss?
++Who, he?+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+He was some hilding fellow that had stolen
+The horse he rode on, and, upon my life,
+Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.
+Enter MORTON
++Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,+ +MORTON +
+Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:
+So looks the strand whereon the imperious flood
+Hath left a witness'd usurpation.
+Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?
++I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask
+To fright our party.
++How doth my son and brother?+ +MORTON +
+Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek
+Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
+Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
+So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
+Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
+And would have told him half his Troy was burnt;
+But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue,
+And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it.
+This thou wouldst say, 'Your son did thus and thus;
+Your brother thus: so fought the noble Douglas:'
+Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds:
+But in the end, to stop my ear indeed,
+Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
+Ending with 'Brother, son, and all are dead.'
++Douglas is living, and your brother, yet;+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+But, for my lord your son--
++Why, he is dead.+ +MORTON +
+See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
+He that but fears the thing he would not know
+Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes
+That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton;
+Tell thou an earl his divination lies,
+And I will take it as a sweet disgrace
+And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.
++You are too great to be by me gainsaid:+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
++Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead.+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+I see a strange confession in thine eye:
+Thou shakest thy head and hold'st it fear or sin
+To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so;
+The tongue offends not that reports his death:
+And he doth sin that doth belie the dead,
+Not he which says the dead is not alive.
+Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
+Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
+Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
+Remember'd tolling a departing friend.
++I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.+ +MORTON +
++I am sorry I should force you to believe+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+That which I would to God I had not seen;
+But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
+Rendering faint quittance, wearied and out-breathed,
+To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat down
+The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
+From whence with life he never more sprung up.
+In few, his death, whose spirit lent a fire
+Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,
+Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
+From the best temper'd courage in his troops;
+For from his metal was his party steel'd;
+Which once in him abated, all the rest
+Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead:
+And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
+Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed,
+So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
+Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear
+That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim
+Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
+Fly from the field. Then was the noble Worcester
+Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot,
+The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword
+Had three times slain the appearance of the king,
+'Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame
+Of those that turn'd their backs, and in his flight,
+Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
+Is that the king hath won, and hath sent out
+A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,
+Under the conduct of young Lancaster
+And Westmoreland. This is the news at full.
++For this I shall have time enough to mourn.+ +TRAVERS +
+In poison there is physic; and these news,
+Having been well, that would have made me sick,
+Being sick, have in some measure made me well:
+And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints,
+Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
+Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
+Out of his keeper's arms, even so my limbs,
+Weaken'd with grief, being now enraged with grief,
+Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch!
+A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel
+Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif!
+Thou art a guard too wanton for the head
+Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit.
+Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
+The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring
+To frown upon the enraged Northumberland!
+Let heaven kiss earth! now let not Nature's hand
+Keep the wild flood confined! let order die!
+And let this world no longer be a stage
+To feed contention in a lingering act;
+But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
+Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
+On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
+And darkness be the burier of the dead!
++This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
++Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour.+ +MORTON +
++The lives of all your loving complices+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er
+To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
+You cast the event of war, my noble lord,
+And summ'd the account of chance, before you said
+'Let us make head.' It was your presurmise,
+That, in the dole of blows, your son might drop:
+You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge,
+More likely to fall in than to get o'er;
+You were advised his flesh was capable
+Of wounds and scars and that his forward spirit
+Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged:
+Yet did you say 'Go forth;' and none of this,
+Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
+The stiff-borne action: what hath then befallen,
+Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth,
+More than that being which was like to be?
++We all that are engaged to this loss+ +MORTON +
+Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas
+That if we wrought our life 'twas ten to one;
+And yet we ventured, for the gain proposed
+Choked the respect of likely peril fear'd;
+And since we are o'erset, venture again.
+Come, we will all put forth, body and goods.
++'Tis more than time: and, my most noble lord,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,
+The gentle Archbishop of York is up
+With well-appointed powers: he is a man
+Who with a double surety binds his followers.
+My lord your son had only but the corpse,
+But shadows and the shows of men, to fight;
+For that same word, rebellion, did divide
+The action of their bodies from their souls;
+And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
+As men drink potions, that their weapons only
+Seem'd on our side; but, for their spirits and souls,
+This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
+As fish are in a pond. But now the bishop
+Turns insurrection to religion:
+Supposed sincere and holy in his thoughts,
+He's followed both with body and with mind;
+And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
+Of fair King Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones;
+Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause;
+Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,
+Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;
+And more and less do flock to follow him.
++I knew of this before; but, to speak truth,+
+This present grief had wiped it from my mind.
+Go in with me; and counsel every man
+The aptest way for safety and revenge:
+Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed:
+Never so few, and never yet more need.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 1, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. London. A street.
+ ++Enter FALSTAFF, with his Page bearing his sword and buckler ++ +FALSTAFF ++Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water?+ +Page +
++He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy+ +FALSTAFF +
+water; but, for the party that owed it, he might
+have more diseases than he knew for.
++Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the+ +Page +
+brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not
+able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more
+than I invent or is invented on me: I am not only
+witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other
+men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that
+hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the
+prince put thee into my service for any other reason
+than to set me off, why then I have no judgment.
+Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn
+in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never
+manned with an agate till now: but I will inset you
+neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and
+send you back again to your master, for a jewel,--
+the juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is
+not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in
+the palm of my hand than he shall get one on his
+cheek; and yet he will not stick to say his face is
+a face-royal: God may finish it when he will, 'tis
+not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still at a
+face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence
+out of it; and yet he'll be crowing as if he had
+writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He
+may keep his own grace, but he's almost out of mine,
+I can assure him. What said Master Dombledon about
+the satin for my short cloak and my slops?
++He said, sir, you should procure him better+ +FALSTAFF +
+assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his
+band and yours; he liked not the security.
++Let him be damned, like the glutton! pray God his+ +Page +
+tongue be hotter! A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally
+yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand,
+and then stand upon security! The whoreson
+smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and
+bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is
+through with them in honest taking up, then they
+must stand upon security. I had as lief they would
+put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to stop it with
+security. I looked a' should have sent me two and
+twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he
+sends me security. Well, he may sleep in security;
+for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness
+of his wife shines through it: and yet cannot he
+see, though he have his own lanthorn to light him.
+Where's Bardolph?
++He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in+ +Page +
+Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife in the
+stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived.
+Enter the Lord Chief-Justice and Servant
++Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the+ +FALSTAFF +
+Prince for striking him about Bardolph.
++Wait, close; I will not see him.+ +Servant +
+Lord Chief-Justice What's he that goes there?
++Falstaff, an't please your lordship.+ +Servant +
+Lord Chief-Justice He that was in question for the robbery?
++He, my lord: but he hath since done good service at+ +Servant +
+Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now going with some
+charge to the Lord John of Lancaster.
+Lord Chief-Justice What, to York? Call him back again.
++Sir John Falstaff!+ +FALSTAFF +
++Boy, tell him I am deaf.+ +Page +
++You must speak louder; my master is deaf.+ +Servant +
+Lord Chief-Justice I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good.
+Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him.
++Sir John!+ +FALSTAFF +
++What! a young knave, and begging! Is there not+ +Servant +
+wars? is there not employment? doth not the king
+lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers?
+Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it
+is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side,
+were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell
+how to make it.
++You mistake me, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting+ +Servant +
+my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied
+in my throat, if I had said so.
++I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and our+ +FALSTAFF +
+soldiership aside; and give me leave to tell you,
+you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other
+than an honest man.
++I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that+ +Servant +
+which grows to me! if thou gettest any leave of me,
+hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better be
+hanged. You hunt counter: hence! avaunt!
++Sir, my lord would speak with you.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lord Chief-Justice Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.
++My good lord! God give your lordship good time of+ +FALSTAFF +
+day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: I heard
+say your lordship was sick: I hope your lordship
+goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not
+clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in
+you, some relish of the saltness of time; and I must
+humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverent care
+of your health.
+Lord Chief-Justice Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to
+Shrewsbury.
++An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is+ +FALSTAFF +
+returned with some discomfort from Wales.
+Lord Chief-Justice I talk not of his majesty: you would not come when
+I sent for you.
++And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into+ +FALSTAFF +
+this same whoreson apoplexy.
+Lord Chief-Justice Well, God mend him! I pray you, let me speak with
+you.
++This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy,+ +FALSTAFF +
+an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the
+blood, a whoreson tingling.
+Lord Chief-Justice What tell you me of it? be it as it is.
++It hath its original from much grief, from study and+ +FALSTAFF +
+perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of
+his effects in Galen: it is a kind of deafness.
+Lord Chief-Justice I think you are fallen into the disease; for you
+hear not what I say to you.
++Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't please+ +FALSTAFF +
+you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady
+of not marking, that I am troubled withal.
+Lord Chief-Justice To punish you by the heels would amend the
+attention of your ears; and I care not if I do
+become your physician.
++I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient:+ +FALSTAFF +
+your lordship may minister the potion of
+imprisonment to me in respect of poverty; but how
+should I be your patient to follow your
+prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a
+scruple, or indeed a scruple itself.
+Lord Chief-Justice I sent for you, when there were matters against you
+for your life, to come speak with me.
++As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the+ +FALSTAFF +
+laws of this land-service, I did not come.
+Lord Chief-Justice Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy.
++He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lord Chief-Justice Your means are very slender, and your waste is great.
++I would it were otherwise; I would my means were+ +FALSTAFF +
+greater, and my waist slenderer.
+Lord Chief-Justice You have misled the youthful prince.
++The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow+ +FALSTAFF +
+with the great belly, and he my dog.
+Lord Chief-Justice Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: your
+day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded
+over your night's exploit on Gad's-hill: you may
+thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting
+that action.
++My lord?+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lord Chief-Justice But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a
+sleeping wolf.
++To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lord Chief-Justice What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt
+out.
++A wassail candle, my lord, all tallow: if I did say+ +FALSTAFF +
+of wax, my growth would approve the truth.
+Lord Chief-Justice There is not a white hair on your face but should
+have his effect of gravity.
++His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lord Chief-Justice You follow the young prince up and down, like his
+ill angel.
++Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; but I hope+ +FALSTAFF +
+he that looks upon me will take me without weighing:
+and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot go: I
+cannot tell. Virtue is of so little regard in these
+costermonger times that true valour is turned
+bear-herd: pregnancy is made a tapster, and hath
+his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all the
+other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of
+this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry.
+You that are old consider not the capacities of us
+that are young; you do measure the heat of our
+livers with the bitterness of your galls: and we
+that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess,
+are wags too.
+Lord Chief-Justice Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth,
+that are written down old with all the characters of
+age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a
+yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an
+increasing belly? is not your voice broken? your
+wind short? your chin double? your wit single? and
+every part about you blasted with antiquity? and
+will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!
++My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the+ +FALSTAFF +
+afternoon, with a white head and something a round
+belly. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing
+and singing of anthems. To approve my youth
+further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in
+judgment and understanding; and he that will caper
+with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the
+money, and have at him! For the box of the ear that
+the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince,
+and you took it like a sensible lord. I have
+chequed him for it, and the young lion repents;
+marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk
+and old sack.
+Lord Chief-Justice Well, God send the prince a better companion!
++God send the companion a better prince! I cannot+ +FALSTAFF +
+rid my hands of him.
+Lord Chief-Justice Well, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry: I
+hear you are going with Lord John of Lancaster
+against the Archbishop and the Earl of
+Northumberland.
++Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look+ +FALSTAFF +
+you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home,
+that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the
+Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean
+not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day,
+and I brandish any thing but a bottle, I would I
+might never spit white again. There is not a
+dangerous action can peep out his head but I am
+thrust upon it: well, I cannot last ever: but it
+was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if
+they have a good thing, to make it too common. If
+ye will needs say I am an old man, you should give
+me rest. I would to God my name were not so
+terrible to the enemy as it is: I were better to be
+eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to
+nothing with perpetual motion.
+Lord Chief-Justice Well, be honest, be honest; and God bless your
+expedition!
++Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to+ +FALSTAFF +
+furnish me forth?
+Lord Chief-Justice Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to
+bear crosses. Fare you well: commend me to my
+cousin Westmoreland.
+Exeunt Chief-Justice and Servant
++If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man+ +Page +
+can no more separate age and covetousness than a'
+can part young limbs and lechery: but the gout
+galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and
+so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy!
++Sir?+ +FALSTAFF +
++What money is in my purse?+ +Page +
++Seven groats and two pence.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I can get no remedy against this consumption of the+
+purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out,
+but the disease is incurable. Go bear this letter
+to my Lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this
+to the Earl of Westmoreland; and this to old
+Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry
+since I perceived the first white hair on my chin.
+About it: you know where to find me.
+Exit Page
+A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for
+the one or the other plays the rogue with my great
+toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars
+for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more
+reasonable. A good wit will make use of any thing:
+I will turn diseases to commodity.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 1, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. York. The Archbishop's palace.
+ ++Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, the Lords HASTINGS, MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH ++ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK ++Thus have you heard our cause and known our means;+ +MOWBRAY +
+And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
+Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes:
+And first, lord marshal, what say you to it?
++I well allow the occasion of our arms;+ +HASTINGS +
+But gladly would be better satisfied
+How in our means we should advance ourselves
+To look with forehead bold and big enough
+Upon the power and puissance of the king.
++Our present musters grow upon the file+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+To five and twenty thousand men of choice;
+And our supplies live largely in the hope
+Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns
+With an incensed fire of injuries.
++The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus;+ +HASTINGS +
+Whether our present five and twenty thousand
+May hold up head without Northumberland?
++With him, we may.+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
++ Yea, marry, there's the point:+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+But if without him we be thought too feeble,
+My judgment is, we should not step too far
+Till we had his assistance by the hand;
+For in a theme so bloody-faced as this
+Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
+Of aids incertain should not be admitted.
++'Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for indeed+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.
++It was, my lord; who lined himself with hope,+ +HASTINGS +
+Eating the air on promise of supply,
+Flattering himself in project of a power
+Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts:
+And so, with great imagination
+Proper to madmen, led his powers to death
+And winking leap'd into destruction.
++But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.
++Yes, if this present quality of war,+ +HASTINGS +
+Indeed the instant action: a cause on foot
+Lives so in hope as in an early spring
+We see the appearing buds; which to prove fruit,
+Hope gives not so much warrant as despair
+That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
+We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
+And when we see the figure of the house,
+Then must we rate the cost of the erection;
+Which if we find outweighs ability,
+What do we then but draw anew the model
+In fewer offices, or at last desist
+To build at all? Much more, in this great work,
+Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down
+And set another up, should we survey
+The plot of situation and the model,
+Consent upon a sure foundation,
+Question surveyors, know our own estate,
+How able such a work to undergo,
+To weigh against his opposite; or else
+We fortify in paper and in figures,
+Using the names of men instead of men:
+Like one that draws the model of a house
+Beyond his power to build it; who, half through,
+Gives o'er and leaves his part-created cost
+A naked subject to the weeping clouds
+And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
++Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth,+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd
+The utmost man of expectation,
+I think we are a body strong enough,
+Even as we are, to equal with the king.
++What, is the king but five and twenty thousand?+ +HASTINGS +
++To us no more; nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph.+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
+Are in three heads: one power against the French,
+And one against Glendower; perforce a third
+Must take up us: so is the unfirm king
+In three divided; and his coffers sound
+With hollow poverty and emptiness.
++That he should draw his several strengths together+ +HASTINGS +
+And come against us in full puissance,
+Need not be dreaded.
++If he should do so,+ +LORD BARDOLPH +
+He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh
+Baying him at the heels: never fear that.
++Who is it like should lead his forces hither?+ +HASTINGS +
++The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland;+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth:
+But who is substituted 'gainst the French,
+I have no certain notice.
++Let us on,+ +MOWBRAY +
+And publish the occasion of our arms.
+The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;
+Their over-greedy love hath surfeited:
+An habitation giddy and unsure
+Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
+O thou fond many, with what loud applause
+Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
+Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!
+And being now trimm'd in thine own desires,
+Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
+That thou provokest thyself to cast him up.
+So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
+Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
+And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up,
+And howl'st to find it. What trust is in
+these times?
+They that, when Richard lived, would have him die,
+Are now become enamour'd on his grave:
+Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head
+When through proud London he came sighing on
+After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,
+Criest now 'O earth, yield us that king again,
+And take thou this!' O thoughts of men accursed!
+Past and to come seems best; things present worst.
++Shall we go draw our numbers and set on?+ +HASTINGS +
++We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 2, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. London. A street.
+ ++Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, FANG and his Boy with her, and SNARE following. ++ +MISTRESS QUICKLY ++Master Fang, have you entered the action?+ +FANG +
++It is entered.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Where's your yeoman? Is't a lusty yeoman? will a'+ +FANG +
+stand to 't?
++Sirrah, where's Snare?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++O Lord, ay! good Master Snare.+ +SNARE +
++Here, here.+ +FANG +
++Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Yea, good Master Snare; I have entered him and all.+ +SNARE +
++It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in+ +FANG +
+mine own house, and that most beastly: in good
+faith, he cares not what mischief he does. If his
+weapon be out: he will foin like any devil; he will
+spare neither man, woman, nor child.
++If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow.+ +FANG +
++An I but fist him once; an a' come but within my vice,--+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an+ +FALSTAFF +
+infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang,
+hold him sure: good Master Snare, let him not
+'scape. A' comes continuantly to Pie-corner--saving
+your manhoods--to buy a saddle; and he is indited to
+dinner to the Lubber's-head in Lumbert street, to
+Master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, since my
+exion is entered and my case so openly known to the
+world, let him be brought in to his answer. A
+hundred mark is a long one for a poor lone woman to
+bear: and I have borne, and borne, and borne, and
+have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed
+off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame
+to be thought on. There is no honesty in such
+dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass and a
+beast, to bear every knave's wrong. Yonder he
+comes; and that errant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph,
+with him. Do your offices, do your offices: Master
+Fang and Master Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices.
+Enter FALSTAFF, Page, and BARDOLPH
++How now! whose mare's dead? what's the matter?+ +FANG +
++Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph: cut me off the+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+villain's head: throw the quean in the channel.
++Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the+ +FALSTAFF +
+channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly
+rogue! Murder, murder! Ah, thou honeysuckle
+villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and the
+king's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a
+honey-seed, a man-queller, and a woman-queller.
++Keep them off, Bardolph.+ +FANG +
++A rescue! a rescue!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo't, wo't+ +FALSTAFF +
+thou? Thou wo't, wo't ta? do, do, thou rogue! do,
+thou hemp-seed!
++Away, you scullion! you rampallion! You+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.
+Enter the Lord Chief-Justice, and his men
+Lord Chief-Justice What is the matter? keep the peace here, ho!
++Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Lord Chief-Justice How now, Sir John! what are you brawling here?
+Doth this become your place, your time and business?
+You should have been well on your way to York.
+Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang'st upon him?
++O most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.
+Lord Chief-Justice For what sum?
++It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all,+ +FALSTAFF +
+all I have. He hath eaten me out of house and home;
+he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of
+his: but I will have some of it out again, or I
+will ride thee o' nights like the mare.
++I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have+ +FALSTAFF +
+any vantage of ground to get up.
+Lord Chief-Justice How comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good
+temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?
+Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so
+rough a course to come by her own?
++What is the gross sum that I owe thee?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the+ +FALSTAFF +
+money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a
+parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber,
+at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon
+Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke
+thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of
+Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was
+washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady
+thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife
+Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me
+gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of
+vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns;
+whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I
+told thee they were ill for a green wound? And
+didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs,
+desire me to be no more so familiarity with such
+poor people; saying that ere long they should call
+me madam? And didst thou not kiss me and bid me
+fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy
+book-oath: deny it, if thou canst.
++My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says up+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+and down the town that the eldest son is like you:
+she hath been in good case, and the truth is,
+poverty hath distracted her. But for these foolish
+officers, I beseech you I may have redress against them.
+Lord Chief-Justice Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your
+manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It
+is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words
+that come with such more than impudent sauciness
+from you, can thrust me from a level consideration:
+you have, as it appears to me, practised upon the
+easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her
+serve your uses both in purse and in person.
++Yea, in truth, my lord.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lord Chief-Justice Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her, and
+unpay the villany you have done her: the one you
+may do with sterling money, and the other with
+current repentance.
++My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without+ +FALSTAFF +
+reply. You call honourable boldness impudent
+sauciness: if a man will make courtesy and say
+nothing, he is virtuous: no, my lord, my humble
+duty remembered, I will not be your suitor. I say
+to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers,
+being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs.
+Lord Chief-Justice You speak as having power to do wrong: but answer
+in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy this
+poor woman.
++Come hither, hostess.+ +GOWER +
+Enter GOWER
+Lord Chief-Justice Now, Master Gower, what news?
++The king, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales+ +FALSTAFF +
+Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells.
++As I am a gentleman.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Faith, you said so before.+ +FALSTAFF +
++As I am a gentleman. Come, no more words of it.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain+ +FALSTAFF +
+to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my
+dining-chambers.
++Glasses, glasses is the only drinking: and for thy+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of
+the Prodigal, or the German hunting in water-work,
+is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings and these
+fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou
+canst. Come, an 'twere not for thy humours, there's
+not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face,
+and draw the action. Come, thou must not be in
+this humour with me; dost not know me? come, come, I
+know thou wast set on to this.
++Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles: i'+ +FALSTAFF +
+faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me,
+la!
++Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll be a+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+fool still.
++Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I+ +FALSTAFF +
+hope you'll come to supper. You'll pay me all together?
++Will I live?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+To BARDOLPH
+Go, with her, with her; hook on, hook on.
++Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?+ +FALSTAFF +
++No more words; let's have her.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Exeunt MISTRESS QUICKLY, BARDOLPH, Officers and Boy
+Lord Chief-Justice I have heard better news.
++What's the news, my lord?+ +GOWER +
+Lord Chief-Justice Where lay the king last night?
++At Basingstoke, my lord.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I hope, my lord, all's well: what is the news, my lord?+ +GOWER +
+Lord Chief-Justice Come all his forces back?
++No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,+ +FALSTAFF +
+Are marched up to my lord of Lancaster,
+Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.
++Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord?+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lord Chief-Justice You shall have letters of me presently:
+Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.
++My lord!+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lord Chief-Justice What's the matter?
++Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?+ +GOWER +
++I must wait upon my good lord here; I thank you,+ +FALSTAFF +
+good Sir John.
+Lord Chief-Justice Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to
+take soldiers up in counties as you go.
++Will you sup with me, Master Gower?+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lord Chief-Justice What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?
++Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool+
+that taught them me. This is the right fencing
+grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair.
+Lord Chief-Justice Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. London. Another street.
+ ++Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS ++ +PRINCE HENRY ++Before God, I am exceeding weary.+ +POINS +
++Is't come to that? I had thought weariness durst not+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+have attached one of so high blood.
++Faith, it does me; though it discolours the+ +POINS +
+complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth
+it not show vilely in me to desire small beer?
++Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied as+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+to remember so weak a composition.
++Belike then my appetite was not princely got; for,+ +POINS +
+by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature,
+small beer. But, indeed, these humble
+considerations make me out of love with my
+greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember
+thy name! or to know thy face to-morrow! or to
+take note how many pair of silk stockings thou
+hast, viz. these, and those that were thy
+peach-coloured ones! or to bear the inventory of thy
+shirts, as, one for superfluity, and another for
+use! But that the tennis-court-keeper knows better
+than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee when
+thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done
+a great while, because the rest of thy low
+countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland:
+and God knows, whether those that bawl out the ruins
+of thy linen shall inherit his kingdom: but the
+midwives say the children are not in the fault;
+whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are
+mightily strengthened.
++How ill it follows, after you have laboured so hard,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+you should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good
+young princes would do so, their fathers being so
+sick as yours at this time is?
++Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?+ +POINS +
++Yes, faith; and let it be an excellent good thing.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.+ +POINS +
++Go to; I stand the push of your one thing that you+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+will tell.
++Marry, I tell thee, it is not meet that I should be+ +POINS +
+sad, now my father is sick: albeit I could tell
+thee, as to one it pleases me, for fault of a
+better, to call my friend, I could be sad, and sad
+indeed too.
++Very hardly upon such a subject.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++By this hand thou thinkest me as far in the devil's+ +POINS +
+book as thou and Falstaff for obduracy and
+persistency: let the end try the man. But I tell
+thee, my heart bleeds inwardly that my father is so
+sick: and keeping such vile company as thou art
+hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow.
++The reason?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++What wouldst thou think of me, if I should weep?+ +POINS +
++I would think thee a most princely hypocrite.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++It would be every man's thought; and thou art a+ +POINS +
+blessed fellow to think as every man thinks: never
+a man's thought in the world keeps the road-way
+better than thine: every man would think me an
+hypocrite indeed. And what accites your most
+worshipful thought to think so?
++Why, because you have been so lewd and so much+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+engraffed to Falstaff.
++And to thee.+ +POINS +
++By this light, I am well spoke on; I can hear it+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+with my own ears: the worst that they can say of
+me is that I am a second brother and that I am a
+proper fellow of my hands; and those two things, I
+confess, I cannot help. By the mass, here comes Bardolph.
+Enter BARDOLPH and Page
++And the boy that I gave Falstaff: a' had him from+ +BARDOLPH +
+me Christian; and look, if the fat villain have not
+transformed him ape.
++God save your grace!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++And yours, most noble Bardolph!+ +BARDOLPH +
++Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you+ +Page +
+be blushing? wherefore blush you now? What a
+maidenly man-at-arms are you become! Is't such a
+matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead?
++A' calls me e'en now, my lord, through a red+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+lattice, and I could discern no part of his face
+from the window: at last I spied his eyes, and
+methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife's
+new petticoat and so peeped through.
++Has not the boy profited?+ +BARDOLPH +
++Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!+ +Page +
++Away, you rascally Althaea's dream, away!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Instruct us, boy; what dream, boy?+ +Page +
++Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamed she was delivered+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+of a fire-brand; and therefore I call him her dream.
++A crown's worth of good interpretation: there 'tis,+ +POINS +
+boy.
++O, that this good blossom could be kept from+ +BARDOLPH +
+cankers! Well, there is sixpence to preserve thee.
++An you do not make him hanged among you, the+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+gallows shall have wrong.
++And how doth thy master, Bardolph?+ +BARDOLPH +
++Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's coming to+ +POINS +
+town: there's a letter for you.
++Delivered with good respect. And how doth the+ +BARDOLPH +
+martlemas, your master?
++In bodily health, sir.+ +POINS +
++Marry, the immortal part needs a physician; but+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+that moves not him: though that be sick, it dies
+not.
++I do allow this wen to be as familiar with me as my+ +POINS +
+dog; and he holds his place; for look you how be writes.
++[Reads] 'John Falstaff, knight,'--every man must+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+know that, as oft as he has occasion to name
+himself: even like those that are kin to the king;
+for they never prick their finger but they say,
+'There's some of the king's blood spilt.' 'How
+comes that?' says he, that takes upon him not to
+conceive. The answer is as ready as a borrower's
+cap, 'I am the king's poor cousin, sir.'
++Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it+ +POINS +
+from Japhet. But to the letter.
++[Reads] 'Sir John Falstaff, knight, to the son of+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+the king, nearest his father, Harry Prince of
+Wales, greeting.' Why, this is a certificate.
++Peace!+ +POINS +
++[Reads] 'I will imitate the honourable Romans in+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+brevity:' he sure means brevity in breath,
+short-winded. 'I commend me to thee, I commend
+thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with
+Poins; for he misuses thy favours so much, that he
+swears thou art to marry his sister Nell. Repent
+at idle times as thou mayest; and so, farewell.
+Thine, by yea and no, which is as much as to
+say, as thou usest him, JACK FALSTAFF with my
+familiars, JOHN with my brothers and sisters,
+and SIR JOHN with all Europe.'
+My lord, I'll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it.
++That's to make him eat twenty of his words. But do+ +POINS +
+you use me thus, Ned? must I marry your sister?
++God send the wench no worse fortune! But I never said so.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the+ +BARDOLPH +
+spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.
+Is your master here in London?
++Yea, my lord.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Where sups he? doth the old boar feed in the old frank?+ +BARDOLPH +
++At the old place, my lord, in Eastcheap.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++What company?+ +Page +
++Ephesians, my lord, of the old church.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Sup any women with him?+ +Page +
++None, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Mistress Doll Tearsheet.
++What pagan may that be?+ +Page +
++A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of my master's.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Even such kin as the parish heifers are to the town+ +POINS +
+bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?
++I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to your+ +BARDOLPH +
+master that I am yet come to town: there's for
+your silence.
++I have no tongue, sir.+ +Page +
++And for mine, sir, I will govern it.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Fare you well; go.+ +POINS +
+Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page
+This Doll Tearsheet should be some road.
++I warrant you, as common as the way between Saint+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Alban's and London.
++How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night+ +POINS +
+in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen?
++Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and wait+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+upon him at his table as drawers.
++From a God to a bull? a heavy decension! it was+
+Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? a low
+transformation! that shall be mine; for in every
+thing the purpose must weigh with the folly.
+Follow me, Ned.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Warkworth. Before the castle. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 2, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Warkworth. Before the castle.
+ ++Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY NORTHUMBERLAND, and LADY PERCY ++ +NORTHUMBERLAND ++I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Give even way unto my rough affairs:
+Put not you on the visage of the times
+And be like them to Percy troublesome.
+LADY
++I have given over, I will speak no more:+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.
++Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn;+ +LADY PERCY +
+And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.
++O yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars!+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+The time was, father, that you broke your word,
+When you were more endeared to it than now;
+When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry,
+Threw many a northward look to see his father
+Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
+Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
+There were two honours lost, yours and your son's.
+For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
+For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
+In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
+Did all the chivalry of England move
+To do brave acts: he was indeed the glass
+Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves:
+He had no legs that practised not his gait;
+And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
+Became the accents of the valiant;
+For those that could speak low and tardily
+Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
+To seem like him: so that in speech, in gait,
+In diet, in affections of delight,
+In military rules, humours of blood,
+He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
+That fashion'd others. And him, O wondrous him!
+O miracle of men! him did you leave,
+Second to none, unseconded by you,
+To look upon the hideous god of war
+In disadvantage; to abide a field
+Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name
+Did seem defensible: so you left him.
+Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
+To hold your honour more precise and nice
+With others than with him! let them alone:
+The marshal and the archbishop are strong:
+Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
+To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck,
+Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave.
++Beshrew your heart,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me
+With new lamenting ancient oversights.
+But I must go and meet with danger there,
+Or it will seek me in another place
+And find me worse provided.
+LADY
++O, fly to Scotland,+ +LADY PERCY +
+Till that the nobles and the armed commons
+Have of their puissance made a little taste.
++If they get ground and vantage of the king,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Then join you with them, like a rib of steel,
+To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves,
+First let them try themselves. So did your son;
+He was so suffer'd: so came I a widow;
+And never shall have length of life enough
+To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
+That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven,
+For recordation to my noble husband.
++Come, come, go in with me. 'Tis with my mind+
+As with the tide swell'd up unto his height,
+That makes a still-stand, running neither way:
+Fain would I go to meet the archbishop,
+But many thousand reasons hold me back.
+I will resolve for Scotland: there am I,
+Till time and vantage crave my company.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 2, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap.
+ ++Enter two Drawers ++ +First Drawer ++What the devil hast thou brought there? apple-johns?+ +Second Drawer +
+thou knowest Sir John cannot endure an apple-john.
++Mass, thou sayest true. The prince once set a dish+ +First Drawer +
+of apple-johns before him, and told him there were
+five more Sir Johns, and, putting off his hat, said
+'I will now take my leave of these six dry, round,
+old, withered knights.' It angered him to the
+heart: but he hath forgot that.
++Why, then, cover, and set them down: and see if+ +Second Drawer +
+thou canst find out Sneak's noise; Mistress
+Tearsheet would fain hear some music. Dispatch: the
+room where they supped is too hot; they'll come in straight.
++Sirrah, here will be the prince and Master Poins+ +First Drawer +
+anon; and they will put on two of our jerkins and
+aprons; and Sir John must not know of it: Bardolph
+hath brought word.
++By the mass, here will be old Utis: it will be an+ +Second Drawer +
+excellent stratagem.
++I'll see if I can find out Sneak.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Exit
+Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
++I' faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+excellent good temperality: your pulsidge beats as
+extraordinarily as heart would desire; and your
+colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, in good
+truth, la! But, i' faith, you have drunk too much
+canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine,
+and it perfumes the blood ere one can say 'What's
+this?' How do you now?
++Better than I was: hem!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lo, here comes Sir John.
+Enter FALSTAFF
++[Singing] 'When Arthur first in court,'+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+--Empty the jordan.
+Exit First Drawer
+Singing
+--'And was a worthy king.' How now, Mistress Doll!
++Sick of a calm; yea, good faith.+ +FALSTAFF +
++So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they are sick.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?+ +FALSTAFF +
++You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++I make them! gluttony and diseases make them; I+ +FALSTAFF +
+make them not.
++If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Doll, we
+catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue grant that.
++Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.+ +FALSTAFF +
++'Your broaches, pearls, and ouches:' for to serve+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+bravely is to come halting off, you know: to come
+off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to
+surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged
+chambers bravely,--
++Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+meet but you fall to some discord: you are both,
+i' good truth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts; you
+cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What
+the good-year! one must bear, and that must be
+you: you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the
+emptier vessel.
++Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full+ +First Drawer +
+hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of
+Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk
+better stuffed in the hold. Come, I'll be friends
+with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and
+whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is
+nobody cares.
+Re-enter First Drawer
++Sir, Ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+you.
++Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+hither: it is the foul-mouthed'st rogue in England.
++If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my+ +FALSTAFF +
+faith; I must live among my neighbours: I'll no
+swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the
+very best: shut the door; there comes no swaggerers
+here: I have not lived all this while, to have
+swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you.
++Dost thou hear, hostess?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Pray ye, pacify yourself, Sir John: there comes no+ +FALSTAFF +
+swaggerers here.
++Dost thou hear? it is mine ancient.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Tilly-fally, Sir John, ne'er tell me: your ancient+ +FALSTAFF +
+swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master
+Tisick, the debuty, t'other day; and, as he said to
+me, 'twas no longer ago than Wednesday last, 'I'
+good faith, neighbour Quickly,' says he; Master
+Dumbe, our minister, was by then; 'neighbour
+Quickly,' says he, 'receive those that are civil;
+for,' said he, 'you are in an ill name:' now a'
+said so, I can tell whereupon; 'for,' says he, 'you
+are an honest woman, and well thought on; therefore
+take heed what guests you receive: receive,' says
+he, 'no swaggering companions.' There comes none
+here: you would bless you to hear what he said:
+no, I'll no swaggerers.
++He's no swaggerer, hostess; a tame cheater, i'+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+faith; you may stroke him as gently as a puppy
+greyhound: he'll not swagger with a Barbary hen, if
+her feathers turn back in any show of resistance.
+Call him up, drawer.
+Exit First Drawer
++Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+house, nor no cheater: but I do not love
+swaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one
+says swagger: feel, masters, how I shake; look you,
+I warrant you.
++So you do, hostess.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, an 'twere an aspen+ +PISTOL +
+leaf: I cannot abide swaggerers.
+Enter PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and Page
++God save you, Sir John!+ +FALSTAFF +
++Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge+ +PISTOL +
+you with a cup of sack: do you discharge upon mine hostess.
++I will discharge upon her, Sir John, with two bullets.+ +FALSTAFF +
++She is Pistol-proof, sir; you shall hardly offend+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+her.
++Come, I'll drink no proofs nor no bullets: I'll+ +PISTOL +
+drink no more than will do me good, for no man's
+pleasure, I.
++Then to you, Mistress Dorothy; I will charge you.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What!+ +PISTOL +
+you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen
+mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I am meat for
+your master.
++I know you, Mistress Dorothy.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away!+ +PISTOL +
+by this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy
+chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away,
+you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale
+juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir? God's
+light, with two points on your shoulder? much!
++God let me not live, but I will murder your ruff for this.+ +FALSTAFF +
++No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off here:+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+discharge yourself of our company, Pistol.
++No, Good Captain Pistol; not here, sweet captain.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, art thou+ +BARDOLPH +
+not ashamed to be called captain? An captains were
+of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for
+taking their names upon you before you have earned
+them. You a captain! you slave, for what? for
+tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house? He a
+captain! hang him, rogue! he lives upon mouldy
+stewed prunes and dried cakes. A captain! God's
+light, these villains will make the word as odious
+as the word 'occupy;' which was an excellent good
+word before it was ill sorted: therefore captains
+had need look to 't.
++Pray thee, go down, good ancient.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll.+ +PISTOL +
++Not I I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could+ +Page +
+tear her: I'll be revenged of her.
++Pray thee, go down.+ +PISTOL +
++I'll see her damned first; to Pluto's damned lake,+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+by this hand, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and
+tortures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I.
+Down, down, dogs! down, faitors! Have we not
+Hiren here?
++Good Captain Peesel, be quiet; 'tis very late, i'+ +PISTOL +
+faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your choler.
++These be good humours, indeed! Shall pack-horses+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
+Which cannot go but thirty mile a-day,
+Compare with Caesars, and with Cannibals,
+And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with
+King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
+Shall we fall foul for toys?
++By my troth, captain, these are very bitter words.+ +BARDOLPH +
++Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to abrawl anon.+ +PISTOL +
++Die men like dogs! give crowns like pins! Have we+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+not Heren here?
++O' my word, captain, there's none such here. What+ +PISTOL +
+the good-year! do you think I would deny her? For
+God's sake, be quiet.
++Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Come, give's some sack.
+'Si fortune me tormente, sperato me contento.'
+Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire:
+Give me some sack: and, sweetheart, lie thou there.
+Laying down his sword
+Come we to full points here; and are etceteras nothing?
++Pistol, I would be quiet.+ +PISTOL +
++Sweet knight, I kiss thy neaf: what! we have seen+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+the seven stars.
++For God's sake, thrust him down stairs: I cannot+ +PISTOL +
+endure such a fustian rascal.
++Thrust him down stairs! know we not Galloway nags?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat+ +BARDOLPH +
+shilling: nay, an a' do nothing but speak nothing,
+a' shall be nothing here.
++Come, get you down stairs.+ +PISTOL +
++What! shall we have incision? shall we imbrue?+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Snatching up his sword
+Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!
+Why, then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
+Untwine the Sisters Three! Come, Atropos, I say!
++Here's goodly stuff toward!+ +FALSTAFF +
++Give me my rapier, boy.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Get you down stairs.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Drawing, and driving PISTOL out
++Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear keeping+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+house, afore I'll be in these tirrits and frights.
+So; murder, I warrant now. Alas, alas! put up
+your naked weapons, put up your naked weapons.
+Exeunt PISTOL and BARDOLPH
++I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal's gone.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you!
++He you not hurt i' the groin? methought a' made a+ +FALSTAFF +
+shrewd thrust at your belly.
+Re-enter BARDOLPH
++Have you turned him out o' doors?+ +BARDOLPH +
++Yea, sir. The rascal's drunk: you have hurt him,+ +FALSTAFF +
+sir, i' the shoulder.
++A rascal! to brave me!+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! alas, poor ape,+ +FALSTAFF +
+how thou sweatest! come, let me wipe thy face;
+come on, you whoreson chops: ah, rogue! i'faith, I
+love thee: thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy,
+worth five of Agamemnon, and ten times better than
+the Nine Worthies: ah, villain!
++A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Do, an thou darest for thy heart: an thou dost,+ +Page +
+I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets.
+Enter Music
++The music is come, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Doll.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+A rascal bragging slave! the rogue fled from me
+like quicksilver.
++I' faith, and thou followedst him like a church.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig,
+when wilt thou leave fighting o' days and foining
+o' nights, and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven?
+Enter, behind, PRINCE HENRY and POINS, disguised
++Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's-head;+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+do not bid me remember mine end.
++Sirrah, what humour's the prince of?+ +FALSTAFF +
++A good shallow young fellow: a' would have made a+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+good pantler, a' would ha' chipp'd bread well.
++They say Poins has a good wit.+ +FALSTAFF +
++He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit's as thick+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+as Tewksbury mustard; there's no more conceit in him
+than is in a mallet.
++Why does the prince love him so, then?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Because their legs are both of a bigness, and a'+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+plays at quoits well, and eats conger and fennel,
+and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons, and
+rides the wild-mare with the boys, and jumps upon
+joined-stools, and swears with a good grace, and
+wears his boots very smooth, like unto the sign of
+the leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet
+stories; and such other gambol faculties a' has,
+that show a weak mind and an able body, for the
+which the prince admits him: for the prince himself
+is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the
+scales between their avoirdupois.
++Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?+ +POINS +
++Let's beat him before his whore.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Look, whether the withered elder hath not his poll+ +POINS +
+clawed like a parrot.
++Is it not strange that desire should so many years+ +FALSTAFF +
+outlive performance?
++Kiss me, Doll.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! what+ +POINS +
+says the almanac to that?
++And look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man, be not+ +FALSTAFF +
+lisping to his master's old tables, his note-book,
+his counsel-keeper.
++Thou dost give me flattering busses.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I am old, I am old.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young+ +FALSTAFF +
+boy of them all.
++What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+money o' Thursday: shalt have a cap to-morrow. A
+merry song, come: it grows late; we'll to bed.
+Thou'lt forget me when I am gone.
++By my troth, thou'lt set me a-weeping, an thou+ +FALSTAFF +
+sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself handsome
+till thy return: well, harken at the end.
++Some sack, Francis.+ +PRINCE HENRY + +POINS +
++Anon, anon, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Coming forward
++Ha! a bastard son of the king's? And art not thou+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Poins his brother?
++Why, thou globe of sinful continents! what a life+ +FALSTAFF +
+dost thou lead!
++A better than thou: I am a gentleman; thou art a drawer.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Very true, sir; and I come to draw you out by the ears.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by my troth,+ +FALSTAFF +
+welcome to London. Now, the Lord bless that sweet
+face of thine! O, Jesu, are you come from Wales?
++Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.
++How, you fat fool! I scorn you.+ +POINS +
++My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat.
++You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous,
+civil gentlewoman!
++God's blessing of your good heart! and so she is,+ +FALSTAFF +
+by my troth.
++Didst thou hear me?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Yea, and you knew me, as you did when you ran away+ +FALSTAFF +
+by Gad's-hill: you knew I was at your back, and
+spoke it on purpose to try my patience.
++No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse;+ +FALSTAFF +
+and then I know how to handle you.
++No abuse, Hal, o' mine honour, no abuse.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++Not to dispraise me, and call me pantier and+ +FALSTAFF +
+bread-chipper and I know not what?
++No abuse, Hal.+ +POINS +
++No abuse?+ +FALSTAFF +
++No abuse, Ned, i' the world; honest Ned, none. I+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked
+might not fall in love with him; in which doing, I
+have done the part of a careful friend and a true
+subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it.
+No abuse, Hal: none, Ned, none: no, faith, boys, none.
++See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth+ +POINS +
+not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to
+close with us? is she of the wicked? is thine
+hostess here of the wicked? or is thy boy of the
+wicked? or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his
+nose, of the wicked?
++Answer, thou dead elm, answer.+ +FALSTAFF +
++The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable;+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he
+doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy,
+there is a good angel about him; but the devil
+outbids him too.
++For the women?+ +FALSTAFF +
++For one of them, she is in hell already, and burns+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+poor souls. For the other, I owe her money, and
+whether she be damned for that, I know not.
++No, I warrant you.+ +FALSTAFF +
++No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee,
+for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house,
+contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl.
++All victuallers do so; what's a joint of mutton or+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+two in a whole Lent?
++You, gentlewoman,-+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++What says your grace?+ +FALSTAFF +
++His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Knocking within
++Who knocks so loud at door? Look to the door there, Francis.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Enter PETO
++Peto, how now! what news?+ +PETO +
++The king your father is at Westminster:+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+And there are twenty weak and wearied posts
+Come from the north: and, as I came along,
+I met and overtook a dozen captains,
+Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,
+And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff.
++By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame,+ +FALSTAFF +
+So idly to profane the precious time,
+When tempest of commotion, like the south
+Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt
+And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
+Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night.
+Exeunt PRINCE HENRY, POINS, PETO and BARDOLPH
++Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and+ +BARDOLPH +
+we must hence and leave it unpicked.
+Knocking within
+More knocking at the door!
+Re-enter BARDOLPH
+How now! what's the matter?
++You must away to court, sir, presently;+ +FALSTAFF +
+A dozen captains stay at door for you.
++[To the Page] Pay the musicians, sirrah. Farewell,+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+hostess; farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches,
+how men of merit are sought after: the undeserver
+may sleep, when the man of action is called on.
+Farewell good wenches: if I be not sent away post,
+I will see you again ere I go.
++I cannot speak; if my heart be not read to burst,--+ +FALSTAFF +
+well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
++Farewell, farewell.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+Exeunt FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH
++Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these+ +BARDOLPH +
+twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but an
+honester and truer-hearted man,--well, fare thee well.
++[Within] Mistress Tearsheet!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++What's the matter?+ +BARDOLPH +
++[Within] Good Mistress Tearsheet, come to my master.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++O, run, Doll, run; run, good Doll: come.
+She comes blubbered
+Yea, will you come, Doll?
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Westminster. The palace. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 3, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Westminster. The palace.
+ ++Enter KING HENRY IV in his nightgown, with a Page ++ +KING HENRY IV ++Go call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick;+ +WARWICK +
+But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters,
+And well consider of them; make good speed.
+Exit Page
+How many thousand of my poorest subjects
+Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep,
+Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
+That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
+And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
+Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
+Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee
+And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
+Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
+Under the canopies of costly state,
+And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
+O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile
+In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch
+A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell?
+Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
+Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
+In cradle of the rude imperious surge
+And in the visitation of the winds,
+Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
+Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them
+With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds,
+That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
+Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose
+To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude,
+And in the calmest and most stillest night,
+With all appliances and means to boot,
+Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down!
+Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
+Enter WARWICK and SURREY
++Many good morrows to your majesty!+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Is it good morrow, lords?+ +WARWICK +
++'Tis one o'clock, and past.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Why, then, good morrow to you all, my lords.+ +WARWICK +
+Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you?
++We have, my liege.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Then you perceive the body of our kingdom+ +WARWICK +
+How foul it is; what rank diseases grow
+And with what danger, near the heart of it.
++It is but as a body yet distemper'd;+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Which to his former strength may be restored
+With good advice and little medicine:
+My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.
++O God! that one might read the book of fate,+ +WARWICK +
+And see the revolution of the times
+Make mountains level, and the continent,
+Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
+Into the sea! and, other times, to see
+The beachy girdle of the ocean
+Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock,
+And changes fill the cup of alteration
+With divers liquors! O, if this were seen,
+The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,
+What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
+Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
+'Tis not 'ten years gone
+Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends,
+Did feast together, and in two years after
+Were they at wars: it is but eight years since
+This Percy was the man nearest my soul,
+Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs
+And laid his love and life under my foot,
+Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard
+Gave him defiance. But which of you was by--
+You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember--
+To WARWICK
+When Richard, with his eye brimful of tears,
+Then cheque'd and rated by Northumberland,
+Did speak these words, now proved a prophecy?
+'Northumberland, thou ladder by the which
+My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne;'
+Though then, God knows, I had no such intent,
+But that necessity so bow'd the state
+That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss:
+'The time shall come,' thus did he follow it,
+'The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head,
+Shall break into corruption:' so went on,
+Foretelling this same time's condition
+And the division of our amity.
++There is a history in all men's lives,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Figuring the nature of the times deceased;
+The which observed, a man may prophesy,
+With a near aim, of the main chance of things
+As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
+And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
+Such things become the hatch and brood of time;
+And by the necessary form of this
+King Richard might create a perfect guess
+That great Northumberland, then false to him,
+Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness;
+Which should not find a ground to root upon,
+Unless on you.
++ Are these things then necessities?+ +WARWICK +
+Then let us meet them like necessities:
+And that same word even now cries out on us:
+They say the bishop and Northumberland
+Are fifty thousand strong.
++It cannot be, my lord;+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
+The numbers of the fear'd. Please it your grace
+To go to bed. Upon my soul, my lord,
+The powers that you already have sent forth
+Shall bring this prize in very easily.
+To comfort you the more, I have received
+A certain instance that Glendower is dead.
+Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill,
+And these unseason'd hours perforce must add
+Unto your sickness.
++I will take your counsel:+
+And were these inward wars once out of hand,
+We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Gloucestershire. Before SHALLOW'S house. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 3, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Gloucestershire. Before SHALLOW'S house.
+ ++Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting; MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, a Servant or two with them ++ +SHALLOW ++Come on, come on, come on, sir; give me your hand,+ +SILENCE +
+sir, give me your hand, sir: an early stirrer, by
+the rood! And how doth my good cousin Silence?
++Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.+ +SHALLOW +
++And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? and your+ +SILENCE +
+fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen?
++Alas, a black ousel, cousin Shallow!+ +SHALLOW +
++By yea and nay, sir, I dare say my cousin William is+ +SILENCE +
+become a good scholar: he is at Oxford still, is he not?
++Indeed, sir, to my cost.+ +SHALLOW +
++A' must, then, to the inns o' court shortly. I was+ +SILENCE +
+once of Clement's Inn, where I think they will
+talk of mad Shallow yet.
++You were called 'lusty Shallow' then, cousin.+ +SHALLOW +
++By the mass, I was called any thing; and I would+ +SILENCE +
+have done any thing indeed too, and roundly too.
+There was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire,
+and black George Barnes, and Francis Pickbone, and
+Will Squele, a Cotswold man; you had not four such
+swinge-bucklers in all the inns o' court again: and
+I may say to you, we knew where the bona-robas were
+and had the best of them all at commandment. Then
+was Jack Falstaff, now Sir John, a boy, and page to
+Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.
++This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers?+ +SHALLOW +
++The same Sir John, the very same. I see him break+ +SILENCE +
+Skogan's head at the court-gate, when a' was a
+crack not thus high: and the very same day did I
+fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer,
+behind Gray's Inn. Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I
+have spent! and to see how many of my old
+acquaintance are dead!
++We shall all follow, cousin.+ +SHADOW +
++Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure: death,+ +SILENCE +
+as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall
+die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?
++By my troth, I was not there.+ +SHALLOW +
++Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living+ +SILENCE +
+yet?
++Dead, sir.+ +SHALLOW +
++Jesu, Jesu, dead! a' drew a good bow; and dead! a'+ +SILENCE +
+shot a fine shoot: John a Gaunt loved him well, and
+betted much money on his head. Dead! a' would have
+clapped i' the clout at twelve score; and carried
+you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a
+half, that it would have done a man's heart good to
+see. How a score of ewes now?
++Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes may be+ +SHALLOW +
+worth ten pounds.
++And is old Double dead?+ +SILENCE +
++Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think.+ +BARDOLPH +
+Enter BARDOLPH and one with him
++Good morrow, honest gentlemen: I beseech you, which+ +SHALLOW +
+is Justice Shallow?
++I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of this+ +BARDOLPH +
+county, and one of the king's justices of th e peace:
+What is your good pleasure with me?
++My captain, sir, commends him to you; my captain,+ +SHALLOW +
+Sir John Falstaff, a tall gentleman, by heaven, and
+a most gallant leader.
++He greets me well, sir. I knew him a good backsword+ +BARDOLPH +
+man. How doth the good knight? may I ask how my
+lady his wife doth?
++Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated than+ +SHALLOW +
+with a wife.
++It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said+ +BARDOLPH +
+indeed too. Better accommodated! it is good; yea,
+indeed, is it: good phrases are surely, and ever
+were, very commendable. Accommodated! it comes of
+'accommodo' very good; a good phrase.
++Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word. Phrase call+ +SHALLOW +
+you it? by this good day, I know not the phrase;
+but I will maintain the word with my sword to be a
+soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good
+command, by heaven. Accommodated; that is, when a
+man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is,
+being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated;
+which is an excellent thing.
++It is very just.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Enter FALSTAFF
+Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good
+hand, give me your worship's good hand: by my
+troth, you like well and bear your years very well:
+welcome, good Sir John.
++I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert+ +SHALLOW +
+Shallow: Master Surecard, as I think?
++No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Good Master Silence, it well befits you should be of+ +SILENCE +
+the peace.
++Your good-worship is welcome.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Fie! this is hot weather, gentlemen. Have you+ +SHALLOW +
+provided me here half a dozen sufficient men?
++Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Let me see them, I beseech you.+ +SHALLOW +
++Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's the+ +MOULDY +
+roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see. So, so:
+yea, marry, sir: Ralph Mouldy! Let them appear as
+I call; let them do so, let them do so. Let me
+see; where is Mouldy?
++Here, an't please you.+ +SHALLOW +
++What think you, Sir John? a good-limbed fellow;+ +FALSTAFF +
+young, strong, and of good friends.
++Is thy name Mouldy?+ +MOULDY +
++Yea, an't please you.+ +FALSTAFF +
++'Tis the more time thou wert used.+ +SHALLOW +
++Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith! Things that+ +FALSTAFF +
+are mouldy lack use: very singular good! in faith,
+well said, Sir John, very well said.
++Prick him.+ +MOULDY +
++I was pricked well enough before, an you could have+ +FALSTAFF +
+let me alone: my old dame will be undone now for
+one to do her husbandry and her drudgery: you need
+not to have pricked me; there are other men fitter
+to go out than I.
++Go to: peace, Mouldy; you shall go. Mouldy, it is+ +MOULDY +
+time you were spent.
++Spent!+ +SHALLOW +
++Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside: know you where+ +FALSTAFF +
+you are? For the other, Sir John: let me see:
+Simon Shadow!
++Yea, marry, let me have him to sit under: he's like+ +SHALLOW +
+to be a cold soldier.
++Where's Shadow?+ +SHADOW +
++Here, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Shadow, whose son art thou?+ +SHADOW +
++My mother's son, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Thy mother's son! like enough, and thy father's+ +SHALLOW +
+shadow: so the son of the female is the shadow of
+the male: it is often so, indeed; but much of the
+father's substance!
++Do you like him, Sir John?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Shadow will serve for summer; prick him, for we have+ +SHALLOW +
+a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book.
++Thomas Wart!+ +FALSTAFF +
++Where's he?+ +WART +
++Here, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Is thy name Wart?+ +WART +
++Yea, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Thou art a very ragged wart.+ +SHALLOW +
++Shall I prick him down, Sir John?+ +FALSTAFF +
++It were superfluous; for his apparel is built upon+ +SHALLOW +
+his back and the whole frame stands upon pins:
+prick him no more.
++Ha, ha, ha! you can do it, sir; you can do it: I+ +FEEBLE +
+commend you well. Francis Feeble!
++Here, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++What trade art thou, Feeble?+ +FEEBLE +
++A woman's tailor, sir.+ +SHALLOW +
++Shall I prick him, sir?+ +FALSTAFF +
++You may: but if he had been a man's tailor, he'ld+ +FEEBLE +
+ha' pricked you. Wilt thou make as many holes in
+an enemy's battle as thou hast done in a woman's petticoat?
++I will do my good will, sir; you can have no more.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Well said, good woman's tailor! well said,+ +FEEBLE +
+courageous Feeble! thou wilt be as valiant as the
+wrathful dove or most magnanimous mouse. Prick the
+woman's tailor: well, Master Shallow; deep, Master Shallow.
++I would Wart might have gone, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou mightst+ +FEEBLE +
+mend him and make him fit to go. I cannot put him
+to a private soldier that is the leader of so many
+thousands: let that suffice, most forcible Feeble.
++It shall suffice, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is next?+ +SHALLOW +
++Peter Bullcalf o' the green!+ +FALSTAFF +
++Yea, marry, let's see Bullcalf.+ +BULLCALF +
++Here, sir.+ +FALSTAFF +
++'Fore God, a likely fellow! Come, prick me Bullcalf+ +BULLCALF +
+till he roar again.
++O Lord! good my lord captain,--+ +FALSTAFF +
++What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked?+ +BULLCALF +
++O Lord, sir! I am a diseased man.+ +FALSTAFF +
++What disease hast thou?+ +BULLCALF +
++A whoreson cold, sir, a cough, sir, which I caught+ +FALSTAFF +
+with ringing in the king's affairs upon his
+coronation-day, sir.
++Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; we wilt+ +SHALLOW +
+have away thy cold; and I will take such order that
+my friends shall ring for thee. Is here all?
++Here is two more called than your number, you must+ +FALSTAFF +
+have but four here, sir: and so, I pray you, go in
+with me to dinner.
++Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry+ +SHALLOW +
+dinner. I am glad to see you, by my troth, Master Shallow.
++O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night+ +FALSTAFF +
+in the windmill in Saint George's field?
++No more of that, good Master Shallow, no more of that.+ +SHALLOW +
++Ha! 'twas a merry night. And is Jane Nightwork alive?+ +FALSTAFF +
++She lives, Master Shallow.+ +SHALLOW +
++She never could away with me.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Never, never; she would always say she could not+ +SHALLOW +
+abide Master Shallow.
++By the mass, I could anger her to the heart. She+ +FALSTAFF +
+was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold her own well?
++Old, old, Master Shallow.+ +SHALLOW +
++Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but be old;+ +SILENCE +
+certain she's old; and had Robin Nightwork by old
+Nightwork before I came to Clement's Inn.
++That's fifty-five year ago.+ +SHALLOW +
++Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that+ +FALSTAFF +
+this knight and I have seen! Ha, Sir John, said I well?
++We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.+ +SHALLOW +
++That we have, that we have, that we have; in faith,+ +BULLCALF +
+Sir John, we have: our watch-word was 'Hem boys!'
+Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to dinner:
+Jesus, the days that we have seen! Come, come.
+Exeunt FALSTAFF and Justices
++Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend;+ +BARDOLPH +
+and here's four Harry ten shillings in French crowns
+for you. In very truth, sir, I had as lief be
+hanged, sir, as go: and yet, for mine own part, sir,
+I do not care; but rather, because I am unwilling,
+and, for mine own part, have a desire to stay with
+my friends; else, sir, I did not care, for mine own
+part, so much.
++Go to; stand aside.+ +MOULDY +
++And, good master corporal captain, for my old+ +BARDOLPH +
+dame's sake, stand my friend: she has nobody to do
+any thing about her when I am gone; and she is old,
+and cannot help herself: You shall have forty, sir.
++Go to; stand aside.+ +FEEBLE +
++By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once: we+ +BARDOLPH +
+owe God a death: I'll ne'er bear a base mind:
+an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: no man is
+too good to serve's prince; and let it go which way
+it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.
++Well said; thou'rt a good fellow.+ +FEEBLE +
++Faith, I'll bear no base mind.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Re-enter FALSTAFF and the Justices
++Come, sir, which men shall I have?+ +SHALLOW +
++Four of which you please.+ +BARDOLPH +
++Sir, a word with you: I have three pound to free+ +FALSTAFF +
+Mouldy and Bullcalf.
++Go to; well.+ +SHALLOW +
++Come, Sir John, which four will you have?+ +FALSTAFF +
++Do you choose for me.+ +SHALLOW +
++Marry, then, Mouldy, Bullcalf, Feeble and Shadow.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Mouldy and Bullcalf: for you, Mouldy, stay at home+ +SHALLOW +
+till you are past service: and for your part,
+Bullcalf, grow till you come unto it: I will none of you.
++Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong: they are+ +FALSTAFF +
+your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best.
++Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a+ +BARDOLPH +
+man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature,
+bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the
+spirit, Master Shallow. Here's Wart; you see what a
+ragged appearance it is; a' shall charge you and
+discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's
+hammer, come off and on swifter than he that gibbets
+on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-faced
+fellow, Shadow; give me this man: he presents no
+mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim
+level at the edge of a penknife. And for a retreat;
+how swiftly will this Feeble the woman's tailor run
+off! O, give me the spare men, and spare me the
+great ones. Put me a caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph.
++Hold, Wart, traverse; thus, thus, thus.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Come, manage me your caliver. So: very well: go+ +SHALLOW +
+to: very good, exceeding good. O, give me always a
+little, lean, old, chapt, bald shot. Well said, i'
+faith, Wart; thou'rt a good scab: hold, there's a
+tester for thee.
++He is not his craft's master; he doth not do it+ +FALSTAFF +
+right. I remember at Mile-end Green, when I lay at
+Clement's Inn--I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur's
+show,--there was a little quiver fellow, and a'
+would manage you his piece thus; and a' would about
+and about, and come you in and come you in: 'rah,
+tah, tah,' would a' say; 'bounce' would a' say; and
+away again would a' go, and again would a' come: I
+shall ne'er see such a fellow.
++These fellows will do well, Master Shallow. God+ +SHALLOW +
+keep you, Master Silence: I will not use many words
+with you. Fare you well, gentlemen both: I thank
+you: I must a dozen mile to-night. Bardolph, give
+the soldiers coats.
++Sir John, the Lord bless you! God prosper your+ +FALSTAFF +
+affairs! God send us peace! At your return visit
+our house; let our old acquaintance be renewed;
+peradventure I will with ye to the court.
++'Fore God, I would you would, Master Shallow.+ +SHALLOW +
++Go to; I have spoke at a word. God keep you.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Fare you well, gentle gentlemen.
+Exeunt Justices
+On, Bardolph; lead the men away.
+Exeunt BARDOLPH, Recruits, & c
+As I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do
+see the bottom of Justice Shallow. Lord, Lord, how
+subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This
+same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to
+me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he
+hath done about Turnbull Street: and every third
+word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk's
+tribute. I do remember him at Clement's Inn like a
+man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a'
+was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked
+radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it
+with a knife: a' was so forlorn, that his
+dimensions to any thick sight were invincible: a'
+was the very genius of famine; yet lecherous as a
+monkey, and the whores called him mandrake: a' came
+ever in the rearward of the fashion, and sung those
+tunes to the overscutched huswives that he heard the
+carmen whistle, and swear they were his fancies or
+his good-nights. And now is this Vice's dagger
+become a squire, and talks as familiarly of John a
+Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother to him; and
+I'll be sworn a' ne'er saw him but once in the
+Tilt-yard; and then he burst his head for crowding
+among the marshal's men. I saw it, and told John a
+Gaunt he beat his own name; for you might have
+thrust him and all his apparel into an eel-skin; the
+case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a
+court: and now has he land and beefs. Well, I'll
+be acquainted with him, if I return; and it shall
+go hard but I will make him a philosopher's two
+stones to me: if the young dace be a bait for the
+old pike, I see no reason in the law of nature but I
+may snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Yorkshire. Gaultree Forest.
+ ++Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY, LORD HASTINGS, and others ++ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK ++What is this forest call'd?+ +HASTINGS +
++'Tis Gaultree Forest, an't shall please your grace.+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
++Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers forth+ +HASTINGS +
+To know the numbers of our enemies.
++We have sent forth already.+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
++'Tis well done.+ +MOWBRAY +
+My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
+I must acquaint you that I have received
+New-dated letters from Northumberland;
+Their cold intent, tenor and substance, thus:
+Here doth he wish his person, with such powers
+As might hold sortance with his quality,
+The which he could not levy; whereupon
+He is retired, to ripe his growing fortunes,
+To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers
+That your attempts may overlive the hazard
+And fearful melting of their opposite.
++Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground+ +HASTINGS +
+And dash themselves to pieces.
+Enter a Messenger
++Now, what news?+ +Messenger +
++West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,+ +MOWBRAY +
+In goodly form comes on the enemy;
+And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number
+Upon or near the rate of thirty thousand.
++The just proportion that we gave them out+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+Let us sway on and face them in the field.
++What well-appointed leader fronts us here?+ +MOWBRAY +
+Enter WESTMORELAND
++I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++Health and fair greeting from our general,+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+The prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.
++Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace:+ +WESTMORELAND +
+What doth concern your coming?
++Then, my lord,+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+Unto your grace do I in chief address
+The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
+Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
+Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags,
+And countenanced by boys and beggary,
+I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd,
+In his true, native and most proper shape,
+You, reverend father, and these noble lords
+Had not been here, to dress the ugly form
+Of base and bloody insurrection
+With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop,
+Whose see is by a civil peace maintained,
+Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd,
+Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd,
+Whose white investments figure innocence,
+The dove and very blessed spirit of peace,
+Wherefore do you so ill translate ourself
+Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace,
+Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war;
+Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
+Your pens to lances and your tongue divine
+To a trumpet and a point of war?
++Wherefore do I this? so the question stands.+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Briefly to this end: we are all diseased,
+And with our surfeiting and wanton hours
+Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
+And we must bleed for it; of which disease
+Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.
+But, my most noble Lord of Westmoreland,
+I take not on me here as a physician,
+Nor do I as an enemy to peace
+Troop in the throngs of military men;
+But rather show awhile like fearful war,
+To diet rank minds sick of happiness
+And purge the obstructions which begin to stop
+Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.
+I have in equal balance justly weigh'd
+What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
+And find our griefs heavier than our offences.
+We see which way the stream of time doth run,
+And are enforced from our most quiet there
+By the rough torrent of occasion;
+And have the summary of all our griefs,
+When time shall serve, to show in articles;
+Which long ere this we offer'd to the king,
+And might by no suit gain our audience:
+When we are wrong'd and would unfold our griefs,
+We are denied access unto his person
+Even by those men that most have done us wrong.
+The dangers of the days but newly gone,
+Whose memory is written on the earth
+With yet appearing blood, and the examples
+Of every minute's instance, present now,
+Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms,
+Not to break peace or any branch of it,
+But to establish here a peace indeed,
+Concurring both in name and quality.
++When ever yet was your appeal denied?+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+Wherein have you been galled by the king?
+What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you,
+That you should seal this lawless bloody book
+Of forged rebellion with a seal divine
+And consecrate commotion's bitter edge?
++My brother general, the commonwealth,+ +WESTMORELAND +
+To brother born an household cruelty,
+I make my quarrel in particular.
++There is no need of any such redress;+ +MOWBRAY +
+Or if there were, it not belongs to you.
++Why not to him in part, and to us all+ +WESTMORELAND +
+That feel the bruises of the days before,
+And suffer the condition of these times
+To lay a heavy and unequal hand
+Upon our honours?
++ O, my good Lord Mowbray,+ +MOWBRAY +
+Construe the times to their necessities,
+And you shall say indeed, it is the time,
+And not the king, that doth you injuries.
+Yet for your part, it not appears to me
+Either from the king or in the present time
+That you should have an inch of any ground
+To build a grief on: were you not restored
+To all the Duke of Norfolk's signories,
+Your noble and right well remember'd father's?
++What thing, in honour, had my father lost,+ +WESTMORELAND +
+That need to be revived and breathed in me?
+The king that loved him, as the state stood then,
+Was force perforce compell'd to banish him:
+And then that Harry Bolingbroke and he,
+Being mounted and both roused in their seats,
+Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,
+Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down,
+Their eyes of fire sparking through sights of steel
+And the loud trumpet blowing them together,
+Then, then, when there was nothing could have stay'd
+My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,
+O when the king did throw his warder down,
+His own life hung upon the staff he threw;
+Then threw he down himself and all their lives
+That by indictment and by dint of sword
+Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.
++You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.+ +MOWBRAY +
+The Earl of Hereford was reputed then
+In England the most valiant gentlemen:
+Who knows on whom fortune would then have smiled?
+But if your father had been victor there,
+He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry:
+For all the country in a general voice
+Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love
+Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on
+And bless'd and graced indeed, more than the king.
+But this is mere digression from my purpose.
+Here come I from our princely general
+To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace
+That he will give you audience; and wherein
+It shall appear that your demands are just,
+You shall enjoy them, every thing set off
+That might so much as think you enemies.
++But he hath forced us to compel this offer;+ +WESTMORELAND +
+And it proceeds from policy, not love.
++Mowbray, you overween to take it so;+ +MOWBRAY +
+This offer comes from mercy, not from fear:
+For, lo! within a ken our army lies,
+Upon mine honour, all too confident
+To give admittance to a thought of fear.
+Our battle is more full of names than yours,
+Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
+Our armour all as strong, our cause the best;
+Then reason will our heart should be as good
+Say you not then our offer is compell'd.
++Well, by my will we shall admit no parley.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++That argues but the shame of your offence:+ +HASTINGS +
+A rotten case abides no handling.
++Hath the Prince John a full commission,+ +WESTMORELAND +
+In very ample virtue of his father,
+To hear and absolutely to determine
+Of what conditions we shall stand upon?
++That is intended in the general's name:+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+I muse you make so slight a question.
++Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule,+ +WESTMORELAND +
+For this contains our general grievances:
+Each several article herein redress'd,
+All members of our cause, both here and hence,
+That are insinew'd to this action,
+Acquitted by a true substantial form
+And present execution of our wills
+To us and to our purposes confined,
+We come within our awful banks again
+And knit our powers to the arm of peace.
++This will I show the general. Please you, lords,+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+In sight of both our battles we may meet;
+And either end in peace, which God so frame!
+Or to the place of difference call the swords
+Which must decide it.
++My lord, we will do so.+ +MOWBRAY +
+Exit WESTMORELAND
++There is a thing within my bosom tells me+ +HASTINGS +
+That no conditions of our peace can stand.
++Fear you not that: if we can make our peace+ +MOWBRAY +
+Upon such large terms and so absolute
+As our conditions shall consist upon,
+Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
++Yea, but our valuation shall be such+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+That every slight and false-derived cause,
+Yea, every idle, nice and wanton reason
+Shall to the king taste of this action;
+That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
+We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind
+That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
+And good from bad find no partition.
++No, no, my lord. Note this; the king is weary+ +HASTINGS +
+Of dainty and such picking grievances:
+For he hath found to end one doubt by death
+Revives two greater in the heirs of life,
+And therefore will he wipe his tables clean
+And keep no tell-tale to his memory
+That may repeat and history his loss
+To new remembrance; for full well he knows
+He cannot so precisely weed this land
+As his misdoubts present occasion:
+His foes are so enrooted with his friends
+That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
+He doth unfasten so and shake a friend:
+So that this land, like an offensive wife
+That hath enraged him on to offer strokes,
+As he is striking, holds his infant up
+And hangs resolved correction in the arm
+That was uprear'd to execution.
++Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+On late offenders, that he now doth lack
+The very instruments of chastisement:
+So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
+May offer, but not hold.
++'Tis very true:+ +MOWBRAY +
+And therefore be assured, my good lord marshal,
+If we do now make our atonement well,
+Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
+Grow stronger for the breaking.
++Be it so.+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland.
+Re-enter WESTMORELAND
++The prince is here at hand: pleaseth your lordship+ +MOWBRAY +
+To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies.
++Your grace of York, in God's name then, set forward.+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
++Before, and greet his grace: my lord, we come.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Another part of the forest.
+ ++Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, attended; afterwards the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, HASTINGS, and others: from the other side, Prince John of LANCASTER, and WESTMORELAND; Officers, and others with them ++ +LANCASTER ++You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray:+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop;
+And so to you, Lord Hastings, and to all.
+My Lord of York, it better show'd with you
+When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
+Encircled you to hear with reverence
+Your exposition on the holy text
+Than now to see you here an iron man,
+Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
+Turning the word to sword and life to death.
+That man that sits within a monarch's heart,
+And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,
+Would he abuse the countenance of the king,
+Alack, what mischiefs might he set abrooch
+In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop,
+It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken
+How deep you were within the books of God?
+To us the speaker in his parliament;
+To us the imagined voice of God himself;
+The very opener and intelligencer
+Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven
+And our dull workings. O, who shall believe
+But you misuse the reverence of your place,
+Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,
+As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
+In deeds dishonourable? You have ta'en up,
+Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
+The subjects of his substitute, my father,
+And both against the peace of heaven and him
+Have here up-swarm'd them.
++Good my Lord of Lancaster,+ +MOWBRAY +
+I am not here against your father's peace;
+But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
+The time misorder'd doth, in common sense,
+Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form,
+To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
+The parcels and particulars of our grief,
+The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court,
+Whereon this Hydra son of war is born;
+Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep
+With grant of our most just and right desires,
+And true obedience, of this madness cured,
+Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
++If not, we ready are to try our fortunes+ +HASTINGS +
+To the last man.
++ And though we here fall down,+ +LANCASTER +
+We have supplies to second our attempt:
+If they miscarry, theirs shall second them;
+And so success of mischief shall be born
+And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up
+Whiles England shall have generation.
++You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow,+ +WESTMORELAND +
+To sound the bottom of the after-times.
++Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly+ +LANCASTER +
+How far forth you do like their articles.
++I like them all, and do allow them well,+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+And swear here, by the honour of my blood,
+My father's purposes have been mistook,
+And some about him have too lavishly
+Wrested his meaning and authority.
+My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;
+Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,
+Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
+As we will ours: and here between the armies
+Let's drink together friendly and embrace,
+That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
+Of our restored love and amity.
++I take your princely word for these redresses.+ +LANCASTER +
++I give it you, and will maintain my word:+ +HASTINGS +
+And thereupon I drink unto your grace.
++Go, captain, and deliver to the army+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+This news of peace: let them have pay, and part:
+I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.
+Exit Officer
++To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++I pledge your grace; and, if you knew what pains+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+I have bestow'd to breed this present peace,
+You would drink freely: but my love to ye
+Shall show itself more openly hereafter.
++I do not doubt you.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++I am glad of it.+ +MOWBRAY +
+Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.
++You wish me health in very happy season;+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+For I am, on the sudden, something ill.
++Against ill chances men are ever merry;+ +WESTMORELAND +
+But heaviness foreruns the good event.
++Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+Serves to say thus, 'some good thing comes
+to-morrow.'
++Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.+ +MOWBRAY +
++So much the worse, if your own rule be true.+ +LANCASTER +
+Shouts within
++The word of peace is render'd: hark, how they shout!+ +MOWBRAY +
++This had been cheerful after victory.+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
++A peace is of the nature of a conquest;+ +LANCASTER +
+For then both parties nobly are subdued,
+And neither party loser.
++Go, my lord,+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
+And let our army be discharged too.
+Exit WESTMORELAND
+And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
+March, by us, that we may peruse the men
+We should have coped withal.
++Go, good Lord Hastings,+ +LANCASTER +
+And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by.
+Exit HASTINGS
++I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Re-enter WESTMORELAND
+Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
++The leaders, having charge from you to stand,+ +LANCASTER +
+Will not go off until they hear you speak.
++They know their duties.+ +HASTINGS +
+Re-enter HASTINGS
++My lord, our army is dispersed already;+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their courses
+East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,
+Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place.
++Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which+ +MOWBRAY +
+I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason:
+And you, lord archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,
+Of capitol treason I attach you both.
++Is this proceeding just and honourable?+ +WESTMORELAND +
++Is your assembly so?+ +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +
++Will you thus break your faith?+ +LANCASTER +
++I pawn'd thee none:+
+I promised you redress of these same grievances
+Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
+I will perform with a most Christian care.
+But for you, rebels, look to taste the due
+Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
+Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
+Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence.
+Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray:
+God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.
+Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
+Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/2henryiv.4.3.html b/data/2henryiv.4.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dbfc390753047f63bbe6e2d41574c750c0fb4245 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/2henryiv.4.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,297 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 2 +
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Another part of the forest.
+ ++Alarum. Excursions. Enter FALSTAFF and COLEVILE, meeting ++ +FALSTAFF ++What's your name, sir? of what condition are you,+ +COLEVILE +
+and of what place, I pray?
++I am a knight, sir, and my name is Colevile of the dale.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Well, then, Colevile is your name, a knight is your+ +COLEVILE +
+degree, and your place the dale: Colevile shall be
+still your name, a traitor your degree, and the
+dungeon your place, a place deep enough; so shall
+you be still Colevile of the dale.
++Are not you Sir John Falstaff?+ +FALSTAFF +
++As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. Do ye+ +COLEVILE +
+yield, sir? or shall I sweat for you? if I do
+sweat, they are the drops of thy lovers, and they
+weep for thy death: therefore rouse up fear and
+trembling, and do observance to my mercy.
++I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and in that+ +FALSTAFF +
+thought yield me.
++I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of+ +LANCASTER +
+mine, and not a tongue of them all speaks any other
+word but my name. An I had but a belly of any
+indifference, I were simply the most active fellow
+in Europe: my womb, my womb, my womb, undoes me.
+Here comes our general.
+Enter PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, BLUNT, and others
++The heat is past; follow no further now:+ +FALSTAFF +
+Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.
+Exit WESTMORELAND
+Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
+When every thing is ended, then you come:
+These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
+One time or other break some gallows' back.
++I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus: I+ +LANCASTER +
+never knew yet but rebuke and cheque was the reward
+of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a
+bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion, the
+expedition of thought? I have speeded hither with
+the very extremest inch of possibility; I have
+foundered nine score and odd posts: and here,
+travel-tainted as I am, have in my pure and
+immaculate valour, taken Sir John Colevile of the
+dale, a most furious knight and valorous enemy.
+But what of that? he saw me, and yielded; that I
+may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome,
+'I came, saw, and overcame.'
++It was more of his courtesy than your deserving.+ +FALSTAFF +
++I know not: here he is, and here I yield him: and+ +LANCASTER +
+I beseech your grace, let it be booked with the
+rest of this day's deeds; or, by the Lord, I will
+have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own
+picture on the top on't, Colevile kissing my foot:
+to the which course if I be enforced, if you do not
+all show like gilt twopences to me, and I in the
+clear sky of fame o'ershine you as much as the full
+moon doth the cinders of the element, which show
+like pins' heads to her, believe not the word of
+the noble: therefore let me have right, and let
+desert mount.
++Thine's too heavy to mount.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Let it shine, then.+ +LANCASTER +
++Thine's too thick to shine.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me+ +LANCASTER +
+good, and call it what you will.
++Is thy name Colevile?+ +COLEVILE +
++It is, my lord.+ +LANCASTER +
++A famous rebel art thou, Colevile.+ +FALSTAFF +
++And a famous true subject took him.+ +COLEVILE +
++I am, my lord, but as my betters are+ +FALSTAFF +
+That led me hither: had they been ruled by me,
+You should have won them dearer than you have.
++I know not how they sold themselves: but thou, like+ +LANCASTER +
+a kind fellow, gavest thyself away gratis; and I
+thank thee for thee.
+Re-enter WESTMORELAND
++Now, have you left pursuit?+ +WESTMORELAND +
++Retreat is made and execution stay'd.+ +LANCASTER +
++Send Colevile with his confederates+ +FALSTAFF +
+To York, to present execution:
+Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure.
+Exeunt BLUNT and others with COLEVILE
+And now dispatch we toward the court, my lords:
+I hear the king my father is sore sick:
+Our news shall go before us to his majesty,
+Which, cousin, you shall bear to comfort him,
+And we with sober speed will follow you.
++My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go+ +LANCASTER +
+Through Gloucestershire: and, when you come to court,
+Stand my good lord, pray, in your good report.
++Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition,+ +FALSTAFF +
+Shall better speak of you than you deserve.
+Exeunt all but Falstaff
++I would you had but the wit: 'twere better than+ +BARDOLPH +
+your dukedom. Good faith, this same young sober-
+blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make
+him laugh; but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine.
+There's never none of these demure boys come to any
+proof; for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood,
+and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a
+kind of male green-sickness; and then when they
+marry, they get wenches: they are generally fools
+and cowards; which some of us should be too, but for
+inflammation. A good sherris sack hath a two-fold
+operation in it. It ascends me into the brain;
+dries me there all the foolish and dull and curdy
+vapours which environ it; makes it apprehensive,
+quick, forgetive, full of nimble fiery and
+delectable shapes, which, delivered o'er to the
+voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes
+excellent wit. The second property of your
+excellent sherris is, the warming of the blood;
+which, before cold and settled, left the liver
+white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity
+and cowardice; but the sherris warms it and makes
+it course from the inwards to the parts extreme:
+it illumineth the face, which as a beacon gives
+warning to all the rest of this little kingdom,
+man, to arm; and then the vital commoners and
+inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain,
+the heart, who, great and puffed up with this
+retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour
+comes of sherris. So that skill in the weapon is
+nothing without sack, for that sets it a-work; and
+learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil, till
+sack commences it and sets it in act and use.
+Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant; for
+the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his
+father, he hath, like lean, sterile and bare land,
+manured, husbanded and tilled with excellent
+endeavour of drinking good and good store of fertile
+sherris, that he is become very hot and valiant. If
+I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I
+would teach them should be, to forswear thin
+potations and to addict themselves to sack.
+Enter BARDOLPH
+How now Bardolph?
++The army is discharged all and gone.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Let them go. I'll through Gloucestershire; and+
+there will I visit Master Robert Shallow, esquire:
+I have him already tempering between my finger and
+my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Come away.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. Westminster. The Jerusalem Chamber.
+ ++Enter KING HENRY IV, the Princes Thomas of CLARENCE and Humphrey of GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others ++ +KING HENRY IV ++Now, lords, if God doth give successful end+ +WARWICK +
+To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
+We will our youth lead on to higher fields
+And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
+Our navy is address'd, our power collected,
+Our substitutes in absence well invested,
+And every thing lies level to our wish:
+Only, we want a little personal strength;
+And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot,
+Come underneath the yoke of government.
++Both which we doubt not but your majesty+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Shall soon enjoy.
++ Humphrey, my son of Gloucester,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Where is the prince your brother?
++I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++And how accompanied?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++I do not know, my lord.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++No, my good lord; he is in presence here.+ +CLARENCE +
++What would my lord and father?+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence.+ +CLARENCE +
+How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother?
+He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas;
+Thou hast a better place in his affection
+Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy,
+And noble offices thou mayst effect
+Of mediation, after I am dead,
+Between his greatness and thy other brethren:
+Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love,
+Nor lose the good advantage of his grace
+By seeming cold or careless of his will;
+For he is gracious, if he be observed:
+He hath a tear for pity and a hand
+Open as day for melting charity:
+Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he's flint,
+As humorous as winter and as sudden
+As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
+His temper, therefore, must be well observed:
+Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
+When thou perceive his blood inclined to mirth;
+But, being moody, give him line and scope,
+Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
+Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Thomas,
+And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends,
+A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in,
+That the united vessel of their blood,
+Mingled with venom of suggestion--
+As, force perforce, the age will pour it in--
+Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
+As aconitum or rash gunpowder.
++I shall observe him with all care and love.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?+ +CLARENCE +
++He is not there to-day; he dines in London.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++And how accompanied? canst thou tell that?+ +CLARENCE +
++With Poins, and other his continual followers.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds;+ +WARWICK +
+And he, the noble image of my youth,
+Is overspread with them: therefore my grief
+Stretches itself beyond the hour of death:
+The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape
+In forms imaginary the unguided days
+And rotten times that you shall look upon
+When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
+For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
+When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
+When means and lavish manners meet together,
+O, with what wings shall his affections fly
+Towards fronting peril and opposed decay!
++My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite:+ +KING HENRY IV +
+The prince but studies his companions
+Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,
+'Tis needful that the most immodest word
+Be look'd upon and learn'd; which once attain'd,
+Your highness knows, comes to no further use
+But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
+The prince will in the perfectness of time
+Cast off his followers; and their memory
+Shall as a pattern or a measure live,
+By which his grace must mete the lives of others,
+Turning past evils to advantages.
++'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb+ +WESTMORELAND +
+In the dead carrion.
+Enter WESTMORELAND
+Who's here? Westmoreland?
++Health to my sovereign, and new happiness+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Added to that that I am to deliver!
+Prince John your son doth kiss your grace's hand:
+Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings and all
+Are brought to the correction of your law;
+There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd
+But peace puts forth her olive every where.
+The manner how this action hath been borne
+Here at more leisure may your highness read,
+With every course in his particular.
++O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,+ +HARCOURT +
+Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
+The lifting up of day.
+Enter HARCOURT
+Look, here's more news.
++From enemies heaven keep your majesty;+ +KING HENRY IV +
+And, when they stand against you, may they fall
+As those that I am come to tell you of!
+The Earl Northumberland and the Lord Bardolph,
+With a great power of English and of Scots
+Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown:
+The manner and true order of the fight
+This packet, please it you, contains at large.
++And wherefore should these good news make me sick?+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Will fortune never come with both hands full,
+But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
+She either gives a stomach and no food;
+Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast
+And takes away the stomach; such are the rich,
+That have abundance and enjoy it not.
+I should rejoice now at this happy news;
+And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy:
+O me! come near me; now I am much ill.
++Comfort, your majesty!+ +CLARENCE +
++O my royal father!+ +WESTMORELAND +
++My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up.+ +WARWICK +
++Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits+ +CLARENCE +
+Are with his highness very ordinary.
+Stand from him. Give him air; he'll straight be well.
++No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The incessant care and labour of his mind
+Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in
+So thin that life looks through and will break out.
++The people fear me; for they do observe+ +CLARENCE +
+Unfather'd heirs and loathly births of nature:
+The seasons change their manners, as the year
+Had found some months asleep and leap'd them over.
++The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between;+ +WARWICK +
+And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
+Say it did so a little time before
+That our great-grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.
++Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++This apoplexy will certain be his end.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence+
+Into some other chamber: softly, pray.
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. Another chamber.
+ ++KING HENRY IV lying on a bed: CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others in attendance ++ +KING HENRY IV ++Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;+ +WARWICK +
+Unless some dull and favourable hand
+Will whisper music to my weary spirit.
++Call for the music in the other room.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Set me the crown upon my pillow here.+ +CLARENCE +
++His eye is hollow, and he changes much.+ +WARWICK +
++Less noise, less noise!+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Enter PRINCE HENRY
++Who saw the Duke of Clarence?+ +CLARENCE +
++I am here, brother, full of heaviness.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++How now! rain within doors, and none abroad!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+How doth the king?
++Exceeding ill.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++ Heard he the good news yet?+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Tell it him.
++He alter'd much upon the hearing it.+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without physic.+ +WARWICK +
++Not so much noise, my lords: sweet prince,+ +CLARENCE +
+speak low;
+The king your father is disposed to sleep.
++Let us withdraw into the other room.+ +WARWICK +
++Will't please your grace to go along with us?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
++No; I will sit and watch here by the king.+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY
+Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
+Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
+O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
+That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
+To many a watchful night! sleep with it now!
+Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet
+As he whose brow with homely biggen bound
+Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!
+When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
+Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
+That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
+There lies a downy feather which stirs not:
+Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
+Perforce must move. My gracious lord! my father!
+This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep
+That from this golden rigol hath divorced
+So many English kings. Thy due from me
+Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood,
+Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
+Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:
+My due from thee is this imperial crown,
+Which, as immediate as thy place and blood,
+Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,
+Which God shall guard: and put the world's whole strength
+Into one giant arm, it shall not force
+This lineal honour from me: this from thee
+Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.
+Exit
++Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence!+ +CLARENCE +
+Re-enter WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest
++Doth the king call?+ +WARWICK +
++What would your majesty? How fares your grace?+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?+ +CLARENCE +
++We left the prince my brother here, my liege,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Who undertook to sit and watch by you.
++The Prince of Wales! Where is he? let me see him:+ +WARWICK +
+He is not here.
++This door is open; he is gone this way.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++He came not through the chamber where we stay'd.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow?+ +WARWICK +
++When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++The prince hath ta'en it hence: go, seek him out.+ +WARWICK +
+Is he so hasty that he doth suppose
+My sleep my death?
+Find him, my Lord of Warwick; chide him hither.
+Exit WARWICK
+This part of his conjoins with my disease,
+And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are!
+How quickly nature falls into revolt
+When gold becomes her object!
+For this the foolish over-careful fathers
+Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,
+Their bones with industry;
+For this they have engrossed and piled up
+The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
+For this they have been thoughtful to invest
+Their sons with arts and martial exercises:
+When, like the bee, culling from every flower
+The virtuous sweets,
+Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
+We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees,
+Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste
+Yield his engrossments to the ending father.
+Re-enter WARWICK
+Now, where is he that will not stay so long
+Till his friend sickness hath determined me?
++My lord, I found the prince in the next room,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
+With such a deep demeanor in great sorrow
+That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
+Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
+With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
++But wherefore did he take away the crown?+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+Re-enter PRINCE HENRY
+Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry.
+Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.
+Exeunt WARWICK and the rest
++I never thought to hear you speak again.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought:+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
+Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair
+That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honours
+Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!
+Thou seek'st the greatness that will o'erwhelm thee.
+Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
+Is held from falling with so weak a wind
+That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.
+Thou hast stolen that which after some few hours
+Were thine without offence; and at my death
+Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:
+Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not,
+And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
+Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
+Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
+To stab at half an hour of my life.
+What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
+Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
+And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
+That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
+Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse
+Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head:
+Only compound me with forgotten dust
+Give that which gave thee life unto the worms.
+Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
+For now a time is come to mock at form:
+Harry the Fifth is crown'd: up, vanity!
+Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence!
+And to the English court assemble now,
+From every region, apes of idleness!
+Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum:
+Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance,
+Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit
+The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
+Be happy, he will trouble you no more;
+England shall double gild his treble guilt,
+England shall give him office, honour, might;
+For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks
+The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
+Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent.
+O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows!
+When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
+What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
+O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
+Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!
++O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+The moist impediments unto my speech,
+I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke
+Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard
+The course of it so far. There is your crown;
+And He that wears the crown immortally
+Long guard it yours! If I affect it more
+Than as your honour and as your renown,
+Let me no more from this obedience rise,
+Which my most inward true and duteous spirit
+Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending.
+God witness with me, when I here came in,
+And found no course of breath within your majesty,
+How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign,
+O, let me in my present wildness die
+And never live to show the incredulous world
+The noble change that I have purposed!
+Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
+And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,
+I spake unto this crown as having sense,
+And thus upbraided it: 'The care on thee depending
+Hath fed upon the body of my father;
+Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold:
+Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
+Preserving life in medicine potable;
+But thou, most fine, most honour'd: most renown'd,
+Hast eat thy bearer up.' Thus, my most royal liege,
+Accusing it, I put it on my head,
+To try with it, as with an enemy
+That had before my face murder'd my father,
+The quarrel of a true inheritor.
+But if it did infect my blood with joy,
+Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
+If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
+Did with the least affection of a welcome
+Give entertainment to the might of it,
+Let God for ever keep it from my head
+And make me as the poorest vassal is
+That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
++O my son,+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+God put it in thy mind to take it hence,
+That thou mightst win the more thy father's love,
+Pleading so wisely in excuse of it!
+Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
+And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
+That ever I shall breathe. God knows, my son,
+By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways
+I met this crown; and I myself know well
+How troublesome it sat upon my head.
+To thee it shall descend with bitter quiet,
+Better opinion, better confirmation;
+For all the soil of the achievement goes
+With me into the earth. It seem'd in me
+But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand,
+And I had many living to upbraid
+My gain of it by their assistances;
+Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,
+Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears
+Thou see'st with peril I have answered;
+For all my reign hath been but as a scene
+Acting that argument: and now my death
+Changes the mode; for what in me was purchased,
+Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;
+So thou the garland wear'st successively.
+Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do,
+Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green;
+And all my friends, which thou must make thy friends,
+Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
+By whose fell working I was first advanced
+And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
+To be again displaced: which to avoid,
+I cut them off; and had a purpose now
+To lead out many to the Holy Land,
+Lest rest and lying still might make them look
+Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,
+Be it thy course to busy giddy minds
+With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,
+May waste the memory of the former days.
+More would I, but my lungs are wasted so
+That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
+How I came by the crown, O God forgive;
+And grant it may with thee in true peace live!
++My gracious liege,+ +KING HENRY IV +
+You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
+Then plain and right must my possession be:
+Which I with more than with a common pain
+'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
+Enter Lord John of LANCASTER
++Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.+ +LANCASTER +
++Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father!+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John;+ +PRINCE HENRY +
+But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
+From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight
+My worldly business makes a period.
+Where is my Lord of Warwick?
++My Lord of Warwick!+ +KING HENRY IV +
+Enter WARWICK, and others
++Doth any name particular belong+ +WARWICK +
+Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?
++'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.+ +KING HENRY IV +
++Laud be to God! even there my life must end.
+It hath been prophesied to me many years,
+I should not die but in Jerusalem;
+Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land:
+But bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;
+In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 5, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S house.
+ ++Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page ++ +SHALLOW ++By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away to-night.+ +FALSTAFF +
+What, Davy, I say!
++You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow.+ +SHALLOW +
++I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused;+ +DAVY +
+excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse
+shall serve; you shall not be excused. Why, Davy!
+Enter DAVY
++Here, sir.+ +SHALLOW +
++Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy; let me+ +DAVY +
+see, Davy; let me see: yea, marry, William cook,
+bid him come hither. Sir John, you shall not be excused.
++Marry, sir, thus; those precepts cannot be served:+ +SHALLOW +
+and, again, sir, shall we sow the headland with wheat?
++With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook: are+ +DAVY +
+there no young pigeons?
++Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note for shoeing+ +SHALLOW +
+and plough-irons.
++Let it be cast and paid. Sir John, you shall not be excused.+ +DAVY +
++Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must need be+ +SHALLOW +
+had: and, sir, do you mean to stop any of William's
+wages, about the sack he lost the other day at
+Hinckley fair?
++A' shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, a couple+ +DAVY +
+of short-legged hens, a joint of mutton, and any
+pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.
++Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?+ +SHALLOW +
++Yea, Davy. I will use him well: a friend i' the+ +DAVY +
+court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men
+well, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.
++No worse than they are backbitten, sir; for they+ +SHALLOW +
+have marvellous foul linen.
++Well conceited, Davy: about thy business, Davy.+ +DAVY +
++I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of+ +SHALLOW +
+Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill.
++There is many complaints, Davy, against that Visor:+ +DAVY +
+that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.
++I grant your worship that he is a knave, sir; but+ +SHALLOW +
+yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some
+countenance at his friend's request. An honest
+man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave
+is not. I have served your worship truly, sir,
+this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in
+a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I
+have but a very little credit with your worship. The
+knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I
+beseech your worship, let him be countenanced.
++Go to; I say he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy.+ +BARDOLPH +
+Exit DAVY
+Where are you, Sir John? Come, come, come, off
+with your boots. Give me your hand, Master Bardolph.
++I am glad to see your worship.+ +SHALLOW +
++I thank thee with all my heart, kind+ +FALSTAFF +
+Master Bardolph: and welcome, my tall fellow.
+To the Page
+Come, Sir John.
++I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.+ +SHALLOW +
+Exit SHALLOW
+Bardolph, look to our horses.
+Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page
+If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four
+dozen of such bearded hermits' staves as Master
+Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to see the
+semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his:
+they, by observing of him, do bear themselves like
+foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is
+turned into a justice-like serving-man: their
+spirits are so married in conjunction with the
+participation of society that they flock together in
+consent, like so many wild-geese. If I had a suit
+to Master Shallow, I would humour his men with the
+imputation of being near their master: if to his
+men, I would curry with Master Shallow that no man
+could better command his servants. It is certain
+that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is
+caught, as men take diseases, one of another:
+therefore let men take heed of their company. I
+will devise matter enough out of this Shallow to
+keep Prince Harry in continual laughter the wearing
+out of six fashions, which is four terms, or two
+actions, and a' shall laugh without intervallums. O,
+it is much that a lie with a slight oath and a jest
+with a sad brow will do with a fellow that never
+had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall see him
+laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up!
++[Within] Sir John!+ +FALSTAFF +
++I come, Master Shallow; I come, Master Shallow.+
+Exit
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Westminster. The palace. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 5, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Westminster. The palace.
+ ++Enter WARWICK and the Lord Chief-Justice, meeting ++ +WARWICK ++How now, my lord chief-justice! whither away?+ +WARWICK +
+Lord Chief-Justice How doth the king?
++Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.+ +WARWICK +
+Lord Chief-Justice I hope, not dead.
++He's walk'd the way of nature;+ +WARWICK +
+And to our purposes he lives no more.
+Lord Chief-Justice I would his majesty had call'd me with him:
+The service that I truly did his life
+Hath left me open to all injuries.
++Indeed I think the young king loves you not.+ +WARWICK +
+Lord Chief-Justice I know he doth not, and do arm myself
+To welcome the condition of the time,
+Which cannot look more hideously upon me
+Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.
+Enter LANCASTER, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WESTMORELAND, and others
++Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:+ +LANCASTER +
+O that the living Harry had the temper
+Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!
+How many nobles then should hold their places
+That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
+Lord Chief-Justice O God, I fear all will be overturn'd!
++Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.+ +GLOUCESTER + +CLARENCE +
++Good morrow, cousin.+ +LANCASTER +
++We meet like men that had forgot to speak.+ +WARWICK +
++We do remember; but our argument+ +LANCASTER +
+Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
++Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Lord Chief-Justice Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!
++O, good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed;+ +LANCASTER +
+And I dare swear you borrow not that face
+Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your own.
++Though no man be assured what grace to find,+ +CLARENCE +
+You stand in coldest expectation:
+I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.
++Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair;+ +WARWICK +
+Which swims against your stream of quality.
+Lord Chief-Justice Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,
+Led by the impartial conduct of my soul:
+And never shall you see that I will beg
+A ragged and forestall'd remission.
+If truth and upright innocency fail me,
+I'll to the king my master that is dead,
+And tell him who hath sent me after him.
++Here comes the prince.+ +KING HENRY V +
+Enter KING HENRY V, attended
+Lord Chief-Justice Good morrow; and God save your majesty!
++This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,+ +Princes +
+Sits not so easy on me as you think.
+Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear:
+This is the English, not the Turkish court;
+Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
+But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
+For, by my faith, it very well becomes you:
+Sorrow so royally in you appears
+That I will deeply put the fashion on
+And wear it in my heart: why then, be sad;
+But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
+Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
+For me, by heaven, I bid you be assured,
+I'll be your father and your brother too;
+Let me but bear your love, I 'll bear your cares:
+Yet weep that Harry's dead; and so will I;
+But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears
+By number into hours of happiness.
++We hope no other from your majesty.+ +KING HENRY V +
++You all look strangely on me: and you most;+ +KING HENRY V +
+You are, I think, assured I love you not.
+Lord Chief-Justice I am assured, if I be measured rightly,
+Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
++No!+ +KING HENRY V +
+How might a prince of my great hopes forget
+So great indignities you laid upon me?
+What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
+The immediate heir of England! Was this easy?
+May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?
+Lord Chief-Justice I then did use the person of your father;
+The image of his power lay then in me:
+And, in the administration of his law,
+Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
+Your highness pleased to forget my place,
+The majesty and power of law and justice,
+The image of the king whom I presented,
+And struck me in my very seat of judgment;
+Whereon, as an offender to your father,
+I gave bold way to my authority
+And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
+Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
+To have a son set your decrees at nought,
+To pluck down justice from your awful bench,
+To trip the course of law and blunt the sword
+That guards the peace and safety of your person;
+Nay, more, to spurn at your most royal image
+And mock your workings in a second body.
+Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
+Be now the father and propose a son,
+Hear your own dignity so much profaned,
+See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
+Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd;
+And then imagine me taking your part
+And in your power soft silencing your son:
+After this cold considerance, sentence me;
+And, as you are a king, speak in your state
+What I have done that misbecame my place,
+My person, or my liege's sovereignty.
++You are right, justice, and you weigh this well;+
+Therefore still bear the balance and the sword:
+And I do wish your honours may increase,
+Till you do live to see a son of mine
+Offend you and obey you, as I did.
+So shall I live to speak my father's words:
+'Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
+That dares do justice on my proper son;
+And not less happy, having such a son,
+That would deliver up his greatness so
+Into the hands of justice.' You did commit me:
+For which, I do commit into your hand
+The unstained sword that you have used to bear;
+With this remembrance, that you use the same
+With the like bold, just and impartial spirit
+As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand.
+You shall be as a father to my youth:
+My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear,
+And I will stoop and humble my intents
+To your well-practised wise directions.
+And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you;
+My father is gone wild into his grave,
+For in his tomb lie my affections;
+And with his spirit sadly I survive,
+To mock the expectation of the world,
+To frustrate prophecies and to raze out
+Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
+After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
+Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now:
+Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea,
+Where it shall mingle with the state of floods
+And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
+Now call we our high court of parliament:
+And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,
+That the great body of our state may go
+In equal rank with the best govern'd nation;
+That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
+As things acquainted and familiar to us;
+In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
+Our coronation done, we will accite,
+As I before remember'd, all our state:
+And, God consigning to my good intents,
+No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say,
+God shorten Harry's happy life one day!
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 5, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S orchard.
+ ++Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, DAVY, BARDOLPH, and the Page ++ +SHALLOW ++Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour,+ +FALSTAFF +
+we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing,
+with a dish of caraways, and so forth: come,
+cousin Silence: and then to bed.
++'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.+ +SHALLOW +
++Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all,+ +FALSTAFF +
+Sir John: marry, good air. Spread, Davy; spread,
+Davy; well said, Davy.
++This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your+ +SHALLOW +
+serving-man and your husband.
++A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet,+ +SILENCE +
+Sir John: by the mass, I have drunk too much sack
+at supper: a good varlet. Now sit down, now sit
+down: come, cousin.
++Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, we shall+ +FALSTAFF +
+Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
+Singing
+And praise God for the merry year;
+When flesh is cheap and females dear,
+And lusty lads roam here and there
+So merrily,
+And ever among so merrily.
++There's a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I'll+ +SHALLOW +
+give you a health for that anon.
++Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.+ +DAVY +
++Sweet sir, sit; I'll be with you anon. most sweet+ +SHALLOW +
+sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit.
+Proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink:
+but you must bear; the heart's all.
+Exit
++Be merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little soldier+ +SILENCE +
+there, be merry.
++Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;+ +FALSTAFF +
+Singing
+For women are shrews, both short and tall:
+'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all,
+And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
+Be merry, be merry.
++I did not think Master Silence had been a man of+ +SILENCE +
+this mettle.
++Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.+ +DAVY +
+Re-enter DAVY
++There's a dish of leather-coats for you.+ +SHALLOW +
+To BARDOLPH
++Davy!+ +DAVY +
++Your worship! I'll be with you straight.+ +SILENCE +
+To BARDOLPH
+A cup of wine, sir?
++A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,+ +FALSTAFF +
+Singing
+And drink unto the leman mine;
+And a merry heart lives long-a.
++Well said, Master Silence.+ +SILENCE +
++An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Health and long life to you, Master Silence.+ +SILENCE +
++Fill the cup, and let it come;+ +SHALLOW +
+Singing
+I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.
++Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any+ +DAVY +
+thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.
+Welcome, my little tiny thief.
+To the Page
+And welcome indeed too. I'll drink to Master
+Bardolph, and to all the cavaleros about London.
++I hove to see London once ere I die.+ +BARDOLPH +
++An I might see you there, Davy,--+ +SHALLOW +
++By the mass, you'll crack a quart together, ha!+ +BARDOLPH +
+Will you not, Master Bardolph?
++Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.+ +SHALLOW +
++By God's liggens, I thank thee: the knave will+ +BARDOLPH +
+stick by thee, I can assure thee that. A' will not
+out; he is true bred.
++And I'll stick by him, sir.+ +SHALLOW +
++Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Knocking within
+Look who's at door there, ho! who knocks?
+Exit DAVY
++Why, now you have done me right.+ +SILENCE +
+To SILENCE, seeing him take off a bumper
++[Singing]+ +FALSTAFF +
+Do me right,
+And dub me knight: Samingo.
+Is't not so?
++'Tis so.+ +SILENCE +
++Is't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.+ +DAVY +
+Re-enter DAVY
++An't please your worship, there's one Pistol come+ +FALSTAFF +
+from the court with news.
++From the court! let him come in.+ +PISTOL +
+Enter PISTOL
+How now, Pistol!
++Sir John, God save you!+ +FALSTAFF +
++What wind blew you hither, Pistol?+ +PISTOL +
++Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet+ +SILENCE +
+knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.
++By'r lady, I think a' be, but goodman Puff of Barson.+ +PISTOL +
++Puff!+ +FALSTAFF +
+Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
+Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
+And helter-skelter have I rode to thee,
+And tidings do I bring and lucky joys
+And golden times and happy news of price.
++I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world.+ +PISTOL +
++A foutre for the world and worldlings base!+ +FALSTAFF +
+I speak of Africa and golden joys.
++O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?+ +SILENCE +
+Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
++And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.+ +PISTOL +
+Singing
++Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?+ +SILENCE +
+And shall good news be baffled?
+Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
++Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.+ +PISTOL +
++Why then, lament therefore.+ +SHALLOW +
++Give me pardon, sir: if, sir, you come with news+ +PISTOL +
+from the court, I take it there's but two ways,
+either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am,
+sir, under the king, in some authority.
++Under which king, Besonian? speak, or die.+ +SHALLOW +
++Under King Harry.+ +PISTOL +
++ Harry the Fourth? or Fifth?+ +SHALLOW +
++Harry the Fourth.+ +PISTOL +
++A foutre for thine office!+ +FALSTAFF +
+Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
+Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth:
+When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
+The bragging Spaniard.
++What, is the old king dead?+ +PISTOL +
++As nail in door: the things I speak are just.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. Master Robert+ +BARDOLPH +
+Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land,
+'tis thine. Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.
++O joyful day!+ +PISTOL +
+I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.
++What! I do bring good news.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my+ +PISTOL +
+Lord Shallow,--be what thou wilt; I am fortune's
+steward--get on thy boots: we'll ride all night.
+O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph!
+Exit BARDOLPH
+Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal devise
+something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, Master
+Shallow: I know the young king is sick for me. Let
+us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at
+my commandment. Blessed are they that have been my
+friends; and woe to my lord chief-justice!
++Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!+
+'Where is the life that late I led?' say they:
+Why, here it is; welcome these pleasant days!
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. London. A street. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 5, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. London. A street.
+ ++Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET ++ +MISTRESS QUICKLY ++No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might+ +First Beadle +
+die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast
+drawn my shoulder out of joint.
++The constables have delivered her over to me; and+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant
+her: there hath been a man or two lately killed about her.
++Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I 'll tell+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
+thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an
+the child I now go with do miscarry, thou wert
+better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
+paper-faced villain.
++O the Lord, that Sir John were come! he would make+ +First Beadle +
+this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the
+fruit of her womb miscarry!
++If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again;+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go
+with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol
+beat amongst you.
++I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I+ +First Beadle +
+will have you as soundly swinged for this,--you
+blue-bottle rogue, you filthy famished correctioner,
+if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles.
++Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++O God, that right should thus overcome might!+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
+Well, of sufferance comes ease.
++Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Ay, come, you starved blood-hound.+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Goodman death, goodman bones!+ +MISTRESS QUICKLY +
++Thou atomy, thou!+ +DOLL TEARSHEET +
++Come, you thin thing; come you rascal.+ +First Beadle +
++Very well.+
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/2henryiv.5.5.html b/data/2henryiv.5.5.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ba2921ff26fc1e8e77cbeb47e7ffb47b7c5c1c26 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/2henryiv.5.5.html @@ -0,0 +1,328 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 5, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. A public place near Westminster Abbey. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + | Act 5, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene +SCENE V. A public place near Westminster Abbey.
+ ++Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes ++ +First Groom ++More rushes, more rushes.+ +Second Groom +
++The trumpets have sounded twice.+ +First Groom +
++'Twill be two o'clock ere they come from the+ +FALSTAFF +
+coronation: dispatch, dispatch.
+Exeunt
+Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and Page
++Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will+ +PISTOL +
+make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him as
+a' comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he
+will give me.
++God bless thy lungs, good knight.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. O, if I had had+ +SHALLOW +
+time to have made new liveries, I would have
+bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But
+'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this
+doth infer the zeal I had to see him.
++It doth so.+ +FALSTAFF +
++It shows my earnestness of affection,--+ +SHALLOW +
++It doth so.+ +FALSTAFF +
++My devotion,--+ +SHALLOW +
++It doth, it doth, it doth.+ +FALSTAFF +
++As it were, to ride day and night; and not to+ +SHALLOW +
+deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience
+to shift me,--
++It is best, certain.+ +FALSTAFF +
++But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with+ +PISTOL +
+desire to see him; thinking of nothing else,
+putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there
+were nothing else to be done but to see him.
++'Tis 'semper idem,' for 'obsque hoc nihil est:'+ +SHALLOW +
+'tis all in every part.
++'Tis so, indeed.+ +PISTOL +
++My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver,+ +FALSTAFF +
+And make thee rage.
+Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
+Is in base durance and contagious prison;
+Haled thither
+By most mechanical and dirty hand:
+Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell
+Alecto's snake,
+For Doll is in. Pistol speaks nought but truth.
++I will deliver her.+ +PISTOL +
+Shouts within, and the trumpets sound
++There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Enter KING HENRY V and his train, the Lord Chief- Justice among them
++God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal!+ +PISTOL +
++The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!+ +FALSTAFF +
++God save thee, my sweet boy!+ +KING HENRY IV +
++My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man.+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lord Chief-Justice Have you your wits? know you what 'tis to speak?
++My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!+ +KING HENRY IV +
++I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers;+ +FALSTAFF +
+How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
+I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
+So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane;
+But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.
+Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
+Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
+For thee thrice wider than for other men.
+Reply not to me with a fool-born jest:
+Presume not that I am the thing I was;
+For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
+That I have turn'd away my former self;
+So will I those that kept me company.
+When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
+Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
+The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
+Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,
+As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
+Not to come near our person by ten mile.
+For competence of life I will allow you,
+That lack of means enforce you not to evil:
+And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
+We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
+Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord,
+To see perform'd the tenor of our word. Set on.
+Exeunt KING HENRY V, & c
++Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.+ +SHALLOW +
++Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me+ +FALSTAFF +
+have home with me.
++That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not you+ +SHALLOW +
+grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to
+him: look you, he must seem thus to the world:
+fear not your advancements; I will be the man yet
+that shall make you great.
++I cannot well perceive how, unless you should give+ +FALSTAFF +
+me your doublet and stuff me out with straw. I
+beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred
+of my thousand.
++Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you+ +SHALLOW +
+heard was but a colour.
++A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John.+ +FALSTAFF +
++Fear no colours: go with me to dinner: come,+ +FALSTAFF +
+Lieutenant Pistol; come, Bardolph: I shall be sent
+for soon at night.
+Re-enter Prince John of LANCASTER, the Lord Chief-Justice; Officers with them
+Lord Chief-Justice Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet:
+Take all his company along with him.
++My lord, my lord,--+ +PISTOL +
+Lord Chief-Justice I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon.
+Take them away.
++Si fortune me tormenta, spero contenta.+ +LANCASTER +
+Exeunt all but PRINCE JOHN and the Lord Chief-Justice
++I like this fair proceeding of the king's:+ +LANCASTER +
+He hath intent his wonted followers
+Shall all be very well provided for;
+But all are banish'd till their conversations
+Appear more wise and modest to the world.
+Lord Chief-Justice And so they are.
++The king hath call'd his parliament, my lord.+ +LANCASTER +
+Lord Chief-Justice He hath.
++I will lay odds that, ere this year expire,
+We bear our civil swords and native fire
+As far as France: I beard a bird so sing,
+Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
+Come, will you hence?
+Exeunt
+EPILOGUE
+Spoken by a Dancer
+First my fear; then my courtesy; last my speech.
+My fear is, your displeasure; my courtesy, my duty;
+and my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look
+for a good speech now, you undo me: for what I have
+to say is of mine own making; and what indeed I
+should say will, I doubt, prove mine own marring.
+But to the purpose, and so to the venture. Be it
+known to you, as it is very well, I was lately here
+in the end of a displeasing play, to pray your
+patience for it and to promise you a better. I
+meant indeed to pay you with this; which, if like an
+ill venture it come unluckily home, I break, and
+you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here I promised you
+I would be and here I commit my body to your
+mercies: bate me some and I will pay you some and,
+as most debtors do, promise you infinitely.
+If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will
+you command me to use my legs? and yet that were but
+light payment, to dance out of your debt. But a
+good conscience will make any possible satisfaction,
+and so would I. All the gentlewomen here have
+forgiven me: if the gentlemen will not, then the
+gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which
+was never seen before in such an assembly.
+One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too
+much cloyed with fat meat, our humble author will
+continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make
+you merry with fair Katharine of France: where, for
+any thing I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat,
+unless already a' be killed with your hard
+opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is
+not the man. My tongue is weary; when my legs are
+too, I will bid you good night: and so kneel down
+before you; but, indeed, to pray for the queen.
+ diff --git a/data/2henryvi.1.1.html b/data/2henryvi.1.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..021d31ef4d18796ee2ad370d00bfcc2d14b480d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/2henryvi.1.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,440 @@ + + + +SCENE I. London. The palace. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +SCENE I. London. The palace.
+ ++Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and CARDINAL, on the one side; QUEEN MARGARET, SUFFOLK, YORK, SOMERSET, and BUCKINGHAM, on the other ++ +SUFFOLK ++As by your high imperial majesty+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I had in charge at my depart for France,
+As procurator to your excellence,
+To marry Princess Margaret for your grace,
+So, in the famous ancient city, Tours,
+In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,
+The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne and Alencon,
+Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops,
+I have perform'd my task and was espoused:
+And humbly now upon my bended knee,
+In sight of England and her lordly peers,
+Deliver up my title in the queen
+To your most gracious hands, that are the substance
+Of that great shadow I did represent;
+The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
+The fairest queen that ever king received.
++Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I can express no kinder sign of love
+Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life,
+Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
+For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
+A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
+If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
++Great King of England and my gracious lord,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The mutual conference that my mind hath had,
+By day, by night, waking and in my dreams,
+In courtly company or at my beads,
+With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign,
+Makes me the bolder to salute my king
+With ruder terms, such as my wit affords
+And over-joy of heart doth minister.
++Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech,+ +ALL +
+Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty,
+Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys;
+Such is the fulness of my heart's content.
+Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
++[Kneeling] Long live Queen Margaret, England's+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+happiness!
++We thank you all.+ +SUFFOLK +
+Flourish
++My lord protector, so it please your grace,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Here are the articles of contracted peace
+Between our sovereign and the French king Charles,
+For eighteen months concluded by consent.
++[Reads] 'Imprimis, it is agreed between the French+ +KING HENRY VI +
+king Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquess of
+Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that
+the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret,
+daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia and
+Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the
+thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, that the duchy
+of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released
+and delivered to the king her father'--
+Lets the paper fall
++Uncle, how now!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++ Pardon me, gracious lord;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart
+And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.
++Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.+ +CARDINAL +
++[Reads] 'Item, It is further agreed between them,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be
+released and delivered over to the king her father,
+and she sent over of the King of England's own
+proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.'
++They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
+And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
+We here discharge your grace from being regent
+I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen months
+Be full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
+Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,
+Salisbury, and Warwick;
+We thank you all for the great favour done,
+In entertainment to my princely queen.
+Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
+To see her coronation be perform'd.
+Exeunt KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SUFFOLK
++Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,+ +CARDINAL +
+To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief,
+Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
+What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
+His valour, coin and people, in the wars?
+Did he so often lodge in open field,
+In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
+To conquer France, his true inheritance?
+And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,
+To keep by policy what Henry got?
+Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,
+Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,
+Received deep scars in France and Normandy?
+Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself,
+With all the learned council of the realm,
+Studied so long, sat in the council-house
+Early and late, debating to and fro
+How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
+And had his highness in his infancy
+Crowned in Paris in despite of foes?
+And shall these labours and these honours die?
+Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance,
+Your deeds of war and all our counsel die?
+O peers of England, shameful is this league!
+Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
+Blotting your names from books of memory,
+Razing the characters of your renown,
+Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
+Undoing all, as all had never been!
++Nephew, what means this passionate discourse,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+This peroration with such circumstance?
+For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
++Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;+ +SALISBURY +
+But now it is impossible we should:
+Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,
+Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine
+Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style
+Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
++Now, by the death of Him that died for all,+ +WARWICK +
+These counties were the keys of Normandy.
+But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
++For grief that they are past recovery:+ +YORK +
+For, were there hope to conquer them again,
+My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
+Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both;
+Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:
+And are the cities, that I got with wounds,
+Delivered up again with peaceful words?
+Mort Dieu!
++For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+That dims the honour of this warlike isle!
+France should have torn and rent my very heart,
+Before I would have yielded to this league.
+I never read but England's kings have had
+Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives:
+And our King Henry gives away his own,
+To match with her that brings no vantages.
++A proper jest, and never heard before,+ +CARDINAL +
+That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth
+For costs and charges in transporting her!
+She should have stayed in France and starved
+in France, Before--
++My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+It was the pleasure of my lord the King.
++My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind;+ +CARDINAL +
+'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
+But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.
+Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face
+I see thy fury: if I longer stay,
+We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
+Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,
+I prophesied France will be lost ere long.
+Exit
++So, there goes our protector in a rage.+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+'Tis known to you he is mine enemy,
+Nay, more, an enemy unto you all,
+And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.
+Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,
+And heir apparent to the English crown:
+Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
+And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
+There's reason he should be displeased at it.
+Look to it, lords! let not his smoothing words
+Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.
+What though the common people favour him,
+Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of
+Gloucester,'
+Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,
+'Jesu maintain your royal excellence!'
+With 'God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!'
+I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,
+He will be found a dangerous protector.
++Why should he, then, protect our sovereign,+ +CARDINAL +
+He being of age to govern of himself?
+Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,
+And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk,
+We'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat.
++This weighty business will not brook delay:+ +SOMERSET +
+I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.
+Exit
++Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+And greatness of his place be grief to us,
+Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal:
+His insolence is more intolerable
+Than all the princes in the land beside:
+If Gloucester be displaced, he'll be protector.
++Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,+ +SALISBURY +
+Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.
+Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and SOMERSET
++Pride went before, ambition follows him.+ +WARWICK +
+While these do labour for their own preferment,
+Behoves it us to labour for the realm.
+I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester
+Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
+Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal,
+More like a soldier than a man o' the church,
+As stout and proud as he were lord of all,
+Swear like a ruffian and demean himself
+Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.
+Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age,
+Thy deeds, thy plainness and thy housekeeping,
+Hath won the greatest favour of the commons,
+Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey:
+And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
+In bringing them to civil discipline,
+Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
+When thou wert regent for our sovereign,
+Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people:
+Join we together, for the public good,
+In what we can, to bridle and suppress
+The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal,
+With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition;
+And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's deeds,
+While they do tend the profit of the land.
++So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,+ +YORK +
+And common profit of his country!
++[Aside] And so says York, for he hath greatest cause.+ +SALISBURY +
++Then let's make haste away, and look unto the main.+ +WARWICK +
++Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost;+ +YORK +
+That Maine which by main force Warwick did win,
+And would have kept so long as breath did last!
+Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,
+Which I will win from France, or else be slain,
+Exeunt WARWICK and SALISBURY
++Anjou and Maine are given to the French;+
+Paris is lost; the state of Normandy
+Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
+Suffolk concluded on the articles,
+The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased
+To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter.
+I cannot blame them all: what is't to them?
+'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
+Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage
+And purchase friends and give to courtezans,
+Still revelling like lords till all be gone;
+While as the silly owner of the goods
+Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands
+And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof,
+While all is shared and all is borne away,
+Ready to starve and dare not touch his own:
+So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue,
+While his own lands are bargain'd for and sold.
+Methinks the realms of England, France and Ireland
+Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood
+As did the fatal brand Althaea burn'd
+Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.
+Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!
+Cold news for me, for I had hope of France,
+Even as I have of fertile England's soil.
+A day will come when York shall claim his own;
+And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts
+And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,
+And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,
+For that's the golden mark I seek to hit:
+Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
+Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,
+Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
+Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown.
+Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:
+Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,
+To pry into the secrets of the state;
+Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
+With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen,
+And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars:
+Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
+With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed;
+And in my standard bear the arms of York
+To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
+And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
+Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 1, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. GLOUCESTER'S house.
+ ++Enter GLOUCESTER and his DUCHESS ++ +DUCHESS ++Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?
+Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
+As frowning at the favours of the world?
+Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
+Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
+What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem,
+Enchased with all the honours of the world?
+If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
+Until thy head be circled with the same.
+Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
+What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine:
+And, having both together heaved it up,
+We'll both together lift our heads to heaven,
+And never more abase our sight so low
+As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
++O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,+ +DUCHESS +
+Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.
+And may that thought, when I imagine ill
+Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
+Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
+My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.
++What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it+ +GLOUCESTER +
+With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.
++Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court,+ +DUCHESS +
+Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot,
+But, as I think, it was by the cardinal;
+And on the pieces of the broken wand
+Were placed the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
+And William de la Pole, first duke of Suffolk.
+This was my dream: what it doth bode, God knows.
++Tut, this was nothing but an argument+ +GLOUCESTER +
+That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove
+Shall lose his head for his presumption.
+But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
+Methought I sat in seat of majesty
+In the cathedral church of Westminster,
+And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd;
+Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel'd to me
+And on my head did set the diadem.
++Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:+ +DUCHESS +
+Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
+Art thou not second woman in the realm,
+And the protector's wife, beloved of him?
+Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
+Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
+And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
+To tumble down thy husband and thyself
+From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
+Away from me, and let me hear no more!
++What, what, my lord! are you so choleric+ +GLOUCESTER +
+With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
+Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
+And not be cheque'd.
++Nay, be not angry; I am pleased again.+ +Messenger +
+Enter Messenger
++My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure+ +GLOUCESTER +
+You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's,
+Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk.
++I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?+ +DUCHESS +
++Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.+ +HUME +
+Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Messenger
+Follow I must; I cannot go before,
+While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
+Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
+I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks
+And smooth my way upon their headless necks;
+And, being a woman, I will not be slack
+To play my part in Fortune's pageant.
+Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man,
+We are alone; here's none but thee and I.
+Enter HUME
++Jesus preserve your royal majesty!+ +DUCHESS +
++What say'st thou? majesty! I am but grace.+ +HUME +
++But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,+ +DUCHESS +
+Your grace's title shall be multiplied.
++What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd+ +HUME +
+With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
+With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
+And will they undertake to do me good?
++This they have promised, to show your highness+ +DUCHESS +
+A spirit raised from depth of under-ground,
+That shall make answer to such questions
+As by your grace shall be propounded him.
++It is enough; I'll think upon the questions:+ +HUME +
+When from St. Alban's we do make return,
+We'll see these things effected to the full.
+Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
+With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
+Exit
++Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold;+
+Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume!
+Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum:
+The business asketh silent secrecy.
+Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
+Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
+Yet have I gold flies from another coast;
+I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
+And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
+Yet I do find it so; for to be plain,
+They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,
+Have hired me to undermine the duchess
+And buz these conjurations in her brain.
+They say 'A crafty knave does need no broker;'
+Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.
+Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
+To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
+Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at last
+Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck,
+And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall:
+Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 1, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. The palace.
+ ++Enter three or four Petitioners, PETER, the Armourer's man, being one ++ +First Petitioner ++My masters, let's stand close: my lord protector+ +Second Petitioner +
+will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver
+our supplications in the quill.
++Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man!+ +PETER +
+Jesu bless him!
+Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN MARGARET
++Here a' comes, methinks, and the queen with him.+ +Second Petitioner +
+I'll be the first, sure.
++Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and+ +SUFFOLK +
+not my lord protector.
++How now, fellow! would'st anything with me?+ +First Petitioner +
++I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my lord+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+protector.
++[Reading] 'To my Lord Protector!' Are your+ +First Petitioner +
+supplications to his lordship? Let me see them:
+what is thine?
++Mine is, an't please your grace, against John+ +SUFFOLK +
+Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my
+house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.
++Thy wife, too! that's some wrong, indeed. What's+ +Second Petitioner +
+yours? What's here!
+Reads
+'Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the
+commons of Melford.' How now, sir knave!
++Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.+ +PETER +
++[Giving his petition] Against my master, Thomas+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful
+heir to the crown.
++What sayst thou? did the Duke of York say he was+ +PETER +
+rightful heir to the crown?
++That my master was? no, forsooth: my master said+ +SUFFOLK +
+that he was, and that the king was an usurper.
++Who is there?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Enter Servant
+Take this fellow in, and send for
+his master with a pursuivant presently: we'll hear
+more of your matter before the King.
+Exit Servant with PETER
++And as for you, that love to be protected+ +ALL +
+Under the wings of our protector's grace,
+Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.
+Tears the supplication
+Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.
++Come, let's be gone.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Exeunt
++My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,+ +SUFFOLK +
+Is this the fashion in the court of England?
+Is this the government of Britain's isle,
+And this the royalty of Albion's king?
+What shall King Henry be a pupil still
+Under the surly Gloucester's governance?
+Am I a queen in title and in style,
+And must be made a subject to a duke?
+I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
+Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love
+And stolest away the ladies' hearts of France,
+I thought King Henry had resembled thee
+In courage, courtship and proportion:
+But all his mind is bent to holiness,
+To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
+His champions are the prophets and apostles,
+His weapons holy saws of sacred writ,
+His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
+Are brazen images of canonized saints.
+I would the college of the cardinals
+Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome,
+And set the triple crown upon his head:
+That were a state fit for his holiness.
++Madam, be patient: as I was cause+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Your highness came to England, so will I
+In England work your grace's full content.
++Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort,+ +SUFFOLK +
+The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham,
+And grumbling York: and not the least of these
+But can do more in England than the king.
++And he of these that can do most of all+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Cannot do more in England than the Nevils:
+Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.
++Not all these lords do vex me half so much+ +SUFFOLK +
+As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife.
+She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,
+More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife:
+Strangers in court do take her for the queen:
+She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
+And in her heart she scorns our poverty:
+Shall I not live to be avenged on her?
+Contemptuous base-born callet as she is,
+She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
+The very train of her worst wearing gown
+Was better worth than all my father's lands,
+Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.
++Madam, myself have limed a bush for her,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And placed a quire of such enticing birds,
+That she will light to listen to the lays,
+And never mount to trouble you again.
+So, let her rest: and, madam, list to me;
+For I am bold to counsel you in this.
+Although we fancy not the cardinal,
+Yet must we join with him and with the lords,
+Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.
+As for the Duke of York, this late complaint
+Will make but little for his benefit.
+So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last,
+And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
+Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, BUCKINGHAM, YORK, SOMERSET, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and the DUCHESS
++For my part, noble lords, I care not which;+ +YORK +
+Or Somerset or York, all's one to me.
++If York have ill demean'd himself in France,+ +SOMERSET +
+Then let him be denay'd the regentship.
++If Somerset be unworthy of the place,+ +WARWICK +
+Let York be regent; I will yield to him.
++Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no,+ +CARDINAL +
+Dispute not that: York is the worthier.
++Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.+ +WARWICK +
++The cardinal's not my better in the field.+ +BUCKINGHAM +
++All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.+ +WARWICK +
++Warwick may live to be the best of all.+ +SALISBURY +
++Peace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Why Somerset should be preferred in this.
++Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Madam, the king is old enough himself+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+To give his censure: these are no women's matters.
++If he be old enough, what needs your grace+ +GLOUCESTER +
+To be protector of his excellence?
++Madam, I am protector of the realm;+ +SUFFOLK +
+And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.
++Resign it then and leave thine insolence.+ +CARDINAL +
+Since thou wert king--as who is king but thou?--
+The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck;
+The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas;
+And all the peers and nobles of the realm
+Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.
++The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags+ +SOMERSET +
+Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
++Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Have cost a mass of public treasury.
++Thy cruelty in execution+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,
+And left thee to the mercy of the law.
++They sale of offices and towns in France,+ +DUCHESS +
+If they were known, as the suspect is great,
+Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.
+Exit GLOUCESTER. QUEEN MARGARET drops her fan
+Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not?
+She gives the DUCHESS a box on the ear
+I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?
++Was't I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
+I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
++Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.+ +DUCHESS +
++Against her will! good king, look to't in time;+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
+Though in this place most master wear no breeches,
+She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged.
+Exit
++Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
+She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,
+She'll gallop far enough to her destruction.
+Exit
+Re-enter GLOUCESTER
++Now, lords, my choler being over-blown+ +SUFFOLK +
+With walking once about the quadrangle,
+I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
+As for your spiteful false objections,
+Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
+But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
+As I in duty love my king and country!
+But, to the matter that we have in hand:
+I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man
+To be your regent in the realm of France.
++Before we make election, give me leave+ +YORK +
+To show some reason, of no little force,
+That York is most unmeet of any man.
++I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:+ +WARWICK +
+First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride;
+Next, if I be appointed for the place,
+My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,
+Without discharge, money, or furniture,
+Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands:
+Last time, I danced attendance on his will
+Till Paris was besieged, famish'd, and lost.
++That can I witness; and a fouler fact+ +SUFFOLK +
+Did never traitor in the land commit.
++Peace, headstrong Warwick!+ +WARWICK +
++Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?+ +SUFFOLK +
+Enter HORNER, the Armourer, and his man PETER, guarded
++Because here is a man accused of treason:+ +YORK +
+Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!
++Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++What mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these?+ +SUFFOLK +
++Please it your majesty, this is the man+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That doth accuse his master of high treason:
+His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York,
+Was rightful heir unto the English crown
+And that your majesty was a usurper.
++Say, man, were these thy words?+ +HORNER +
++An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor+ +PETER +
+thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am
+falsely accused by the villain.
++By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to+ +YORK +
+me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my
+Lord of York's armour.
++Base dunghill villain and mechanical,+ +HORNER +
+I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech.
+I do beseech your royal majesty,
+Let him have all the rigor of the law.
++Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My accuser is my 'prentice; and when I did correct
+him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his
+knees he would be even with me: I have good
+witness of this: therefore I beseech your majesty,
+do not cast away an honest man for a villain's
+accusation.
++Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++This doom, my lord, if I may judge:+ +SOMERSET +
+Let Somerset be regent over the French,
+Because in York this breeds suspicion:
+And let these have a day appointed them
+For single combat in convenient place,
+For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
+This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom.
++I humbly thank your royal majesty.+ +HORNER +
++And I accept the combat willingly.+ +PETER +
++Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity+ +GLOUCESTER +
+my case. The spite of man prevaileth against me. O
+Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to
+fight a blow. O Lord, my heart!
++Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Away with them to prison; and the day of combat+
+shall be the last of the next month. Come,
+Somerset, we'll see thee sent away.
+Flourish. Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 1, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER's garden.
+ ++Enter MARGARET JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE ++ +HUME ++Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+performance of your promises.
++Master Hume, we are therefore provided: will her+ +HUME +
+ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
++Ay, what else? fear you not her courage.+ +BOLINGBROKE +
++I have heard her reported to be a woman of an+ +DUCHESS +
+invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient,
+Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be
+busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God's name,
+and leave us.
+Exit HUME
+Mother Jourdain, be you
+prostrate and grovel on the earth; John Southwell,
+read you; and let us to our work.
+Enter the DUCHESS aloft, HUME following
++Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+gear the sooner the better.
++Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:+ +Spirit +
+Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
+The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
+The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl,
+And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves,
+That time best fits the work we have in hand.
+Madam, sit you and fear not: whom we raise,
+We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.
+Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, & c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth
++Adsum.+ +MARGARET JOURDAIN +
++Asmath,+ +Spirit +
+By the eternal God, whose name and power
+Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
+For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.
++Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done!+ +BOLINGBROKE +
++'First of the king: what shall of him become?'+ +Spirit +
+Reading out of a paper
++The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+But him outlive, and die a violent death.
+As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer
++'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?'+ +Spirit +
++By water shall he die, and take his end.+ +BOLINGBROKE +
++'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?'+ +Spirit +
++Let him shun castles;+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
+Than where castles mounted stand.
+Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
++Descend to darkness and the burning lake!+ +YORK +
+False fiend, avoid!
+Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit
+Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their Guard and break in
++Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.+ +DUCHESS +
+Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch.
+What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal
+Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains:
+My lord protector will, I doubt it not,
+See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
++Not half so bad as thine to England's king,+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause.
++True, madam, none at all: what call you this?+ +YORK +
+Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close.
+And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.
+Stafford, take her to thee.
+Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded
+We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.
+All, away!
+Exeunt guard with MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, & c
++Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well:+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!
+Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
+What have we here?
+Reads
+'The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
+But him outlive, and die a violent death.'
+Why, this is just
+'Aio te, AEacida, Romanos vincere posse.'
+Well, to the rest:
+'Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
+By water shall he die, and take his end.
+What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?
+Let him shun castles;
+Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
+Than where castles mounted stand.'
+Come, come, my lords;
+These oracles are hardly attain'd,
+And hardly understood.
+The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's,
+With him the husband of this lovely lady:
+Thither go these news, as fast as horse can
+carry them:
+A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
++Your grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,+ +YORK +
+To be the post, in hope of his reward.
++At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within
+there, ho!
+Enter a Servingman
+Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
+To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 2, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Saint Alban's.
+ ++Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers halloing ++ +QUEEN MARGARET ++Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I saw not better sport these seven years' day:
+Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
+And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
++But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,+ +SUFFOLK +
+And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
+To see how God in all his creatures works!
+Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
++No marvel, an it like your majesty,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
+They know their master loves to be aloft,
+And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
++My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind+ +CARDINAL +
+That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
++I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
++The treasury of everlasting joy.+ +CARDINAL +
++Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
+Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
+That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
++What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?+ +SUFFOLK +
+Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
+Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;
+With such holiness can you do it?
++No malice, sir; no more than well becomes+ +GLOUCESTER +
+So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
++As who, my lord?+ +SUFFOLK +
++ Why, as you, my lord,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
++Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++And thy ambition, Gloucester.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++I prithee, peace, good queen,+ +CARDINAL +
+And whet not on these furious peers;
+For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
++Let me be blessed for the peace I make,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Against this proud protector, with my sword!
++[Aside to CARDINAL] Faith, holy uncle, would+ +CARDINAL +
+'twere come to that!
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Marry, when thou darest.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CARDINAL] Make up no factious+ +CARDINAL +
+numbers for the matter;
+In thine own person answer thy abuse.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Ay, where thou darest+ +KING HENRY VI +
+not peep: an if thou darest,
+This evening, on the east side of the grove.
++How now, my lords!+ +CARDINAL +
++ Believe me, cousin Gloucester,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
+We had had more sport.
+Aside to GLOUCESTER
+Come with thy two-hand sword.
++True, uncle.+ +CARDINAL +
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Are ye advised? the+ +GLOUCESTER +
+east side of the grove?
++[Aside to CARDINAL] Cardinal, I am with you.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Why, how now, uncle Gloucester!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.+ +CARDINAL +
+Aside to CARDINAL
+Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this,
+Or all my fence shall fail.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Medice, teipsum--+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
++The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+How irksome is this music to my heart!
+When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
+I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
+Enter a Townsman of Saint Alban's, crying 'A miracle!'
++What means this noise?+ +Townsman +
+Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
++A miracle! a miracle!+ +SUFFOLK +
++Come to the king and tell him what miracle.+ +Townsman +
++Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Within this half-hour, hath received his sight;
+A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
++Now, God be praised, that to believing souls+ +CARDINAL +
+Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
+Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's and his brethren, bearing SIMPCOX, between two in a chair, SIMPCOX's Wife following
++Here comes the townsmen on procession,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+To present your highness with the man.
++Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
++Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
++Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,+ +SIMPCOX +
+That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
+What, hast thou been long blind and now restored?
++Born blind, an't please your grace.+ +Wife +
++Ay, indeed, was he.+ +SUFFOLK +
++What woman is this?+ +Wife +
++His wife, an't like your worship.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have+ +KING HENRY VI +
+better told.
++Where wert thou born?+ +SIMPCOX +
++At Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee:+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
+But still remember what the Lord hath done.
++Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance,+ +SIMPCOX +
+Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
++God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd+ +Wife +
+A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
+By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come,
+Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
++Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft+ +CARDINAL +
+Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
++What, art thou lame?+ +SIMPCOX +
++Ay, God Almighty help me!+ +SUFFOLK +
++How camest thou so?+ +SIMPCOX +
++A fall off of a tree.+ +Wife +
++A plum-tree, master.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++How long hast thou been blind?+ +SIMPCOX +
++Born so, master.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++ What, and wouldst climb a tree?+ +SIMPCOX +
++But that in all my life, when I was a youth.+ +Wife +
++Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Mass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst+ +SIMPCOX +
+venture so.
++Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And made me climb, with danger of my life.
++A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.+ +SIMPCOX +
+Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:
+In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
++Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Saint Alban.
++Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?+ +SIMPCOX +
++Red, master; red as blood.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of?+ +SIMPCOX +
++Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?+ +SUFFOLK +
++And yet, I think, jet did he never see.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many.+ +Wife +
++Never, before this day, in all his life.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?+ +SIMPCOX +
++Alas, master, I know not.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++What's his name?+ +SIMPCOX +
++I know not.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Nor his?+ +SIMPCOX +
++No, indeed, master.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++What's thine own name?+ +SIMPCOX +
++Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in+ +SIMPCOX +
+Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou
+mightest as well have known all our names as thus to
+name the several colours we do wear. Sight may
+distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them
+all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here
+hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his
+cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple
+to his legs again?
++O master, that you could!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++My masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in+ +Mayor +
+your town, and things called whips?
++Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Then send for one presently.+ +Mayor +
++Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Exit an Attendant
++Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, sirrah,+ +SIMPCOX +
+if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me
+over this stool and run away.
++Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+You go about to torture me in vain.
+Enter a Beadle with whips
++Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah+ +Beadle +
+beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
++I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your+ +SIMPCOX +
+doublet quickly.
++Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, 'A miracle!'
++O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++It made me laugh to see the villain run.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Follow the knave; and take this drab away.+ +Wife +
++Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Let them be whipped through every market-town, till+ +CARDINAL +
+they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
+Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, & c
++Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.+ +SUFFOLK +
++True; made the lame to leap and fly away.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++But you have done more miracles than I;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
+Enter BUCKINGHAM
++What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?+ +BUCKINGHAM +
++Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.+ +CARDINAL +
+A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
+Under the countenance and confederacy
+Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
+The ringleader and head of all this rout,
+Have practised dangerously against your state,
+Dealing with witches and with conjurers:
+Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
+Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
+Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
+And other of your highness' privy-council;
+As more at large your grace shall understand.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] And so, my lord protector,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+by this means
+Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
+This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;
+'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.
++Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
+And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,
+Or to the meanest groom.
++O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
++Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
++Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How I have loved my king and commonweal:
+And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
+Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
+Noble she is, but if she have forgot
+Honour and virtue and conversed with such
+As, like to pitch, defile nobility,
+I banish her my bed and company
+And give her as a prey to law and shame,
+That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.
++Well, for this night we will repose us here:+
+To-morrow toward London back again,
+To look into this business thoroughly
+And call these foul offenders to their answers
+And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
+Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.
+Flourish. Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. London. YORK'S garden.
+ ++Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK ++ +YORK ++Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,+ +SALISBURY +
+Our simple supper ended, give me leave
+In this close walk to satisfy myself,
+In craving your opinion of my title,
+Which is infallible, to England's crown.
++My lord, I long to hear it at full.+ +WARWICK +
++Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good,+ +YORK +
+The Nevils are thy subjects to command.
++Then thus:+ +WARWICK +
+Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:
+The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales;
+The second, William of Hatfield, and the third,
+Lionel Duke of Clarence: next to whom
+Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;
+The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York;
+The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester;
+William of Windsor was the seventh and last.
+Edward the Black Prince died before his father
+And left behind him Richard, his only son,
+Who after Edward the Third's death reign'd as king;
+Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,
+The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
+Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth,
+Seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king,
+Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came,
+And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
+Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.
++Father, the duke hath told the truth:+ +YORK +
+Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
++Which now they hold by force and not by right;+ +SALISBURY +
+For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead,
+The issue of the next son should have reign'd.
++But William of Hatfield died without an heir.+ +YORK +
++The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line+ +SALISBURY +
+I claimed the crown, had issue, Philippe, a daughter,
+Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March:
+Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March;
+Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne and Eleanor.
++This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,+ +YORK +
+As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;
+And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
+Who kept him in captivity till he died.
+But to the rest.
++ His eldest sister, Anne,+ +WARWICK +
+My mother, being heir unto the crown
+Married Richard Earl of Cambridge; who was son
+To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son.
+By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir
+To Roger Earl of March, who was the son
+Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,
+Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence:
+So, if the issue of the elder son
+Succeed before the younger, I am king.
++What plain proceeding is more plain than this?+ +BOTH +
+Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
+The fourth son; York claims it from the third.
+Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign:
+It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee
+And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.
+Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together;
+And in this private plot be we the first
+That shall salute our rightful sovereign
+With honour of his birthright to the crown.
++Long live our sovereign Richard, England's king!+ +YORK +
++We thank you, lords. But I am not your king+ +SALISBURY +
+Till I be crown'd and that my sword be stain'd
+With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;
+And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
+But with advice and silent secrecy.
+Do you as I do in these dangerous days:
+Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence,
+At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,
+At Buckingham and all the crew of them,
+Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock,
+That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey:
+'Tis that they seek, and they in seeking that
+Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.
++My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.+ +WARWICK +
++My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick+ +YORK +
+Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.
++And, Nevil, this I do assure myself:+
+Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick
+The greatest man in England but the king.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 2, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. A hall of justice.
+ ++Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY; the DUCHESS, MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under guard ++ +KING HENRY VI ++Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife:+ +DUCHESS +
+In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
+Receive the sentence of the law for sins
+Such as by God's book are adjudged to death.
+You four, from hence to prison back again;
+From thence unto the place of execution:
+The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes,
+And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.
+You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
+Despoiled of your honour in your life,
+Shall, after three days' open penance done,
+Live in your country here in banishment,
+With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.
++Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
+Exeunt DUCHESS and other prisoners, guarded
+Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
+Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
+Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
+I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
+Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.
++Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself
+Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
+My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet:
+And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
+Than when thou wert protector to thy King.
++I see no reason why a king of years+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Should be to be protected like a child.
+God and King Henry govern England's realm.
+Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.
++My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+As willingly do I the same resign
+As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
+And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it
+As others would ambitiously receive it.
+Farewell, good king: when I am dead and gone,
+May honourable peace attend thy throne!
+Exit
++Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;+ +SUFFOLK +
+And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,
+That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
+His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off.
+This staff of honour raught, there let it stand
+Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
++Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;+ +YORK +
+Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
++Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+This is the day appointed for the combat;
+And ready are the appellant and defendant,
+The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
+So please your highness to behold the fight.
++Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
++O God's name, see the lists and all things fit:+ +YORK +
+Here let them end it; and God defend the right!
++I never saw a fellow worse bested,+ +First Neighbour +
+Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
+The servant of this armourer, my lords.
+Enter at one door, HORNER, the Armourer, and his Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him and his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; and at the other door PETER, his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and 'Prentices drinking to him
++Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of+ +Second Neighbour +
+sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough.
++And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.+ +Third Neighbour +
++And here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour:+ +HORNER +
+drink, and fear not your man.
++Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and+ +PETER +
+a fig for Peter!
+First 'Prentice Here, Peter, I drink to thee: and be not afraid.
+Second 'Prentice Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master: fight
+for credit of the 'prentices.
++I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray+ +SALISBURY +
+you; for I think I have taken my last draught in
+this world. Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee
+my apron: and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer:
+and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O
+Lord bless me! I pray God! for I am never able to
+deal with my master, he hath learnt me so much fence already.
++Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows.+ +PETER +
+Sirrah, what's thy name?
++Peter, forsooth.+ +SALISBURY +
++Peter! what more?+ +PETER +
++Thump.+ +SALISBURY +
++Thump! then see thou thump thy master well.+ +HORNER +
++Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man's+ +YORK +
+instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an
+honest man: and touching the Duke of York, I will
+take my death, I never meant him any ill, nor the
+king, nor the queen: and therefore, Peter, have at
+thee with a downright blow!
++Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double.+ +HORNER +
+Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants!
+Alarum. They fight, and PETER strikes him down
++Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.+ +YORK +
+Dies
++Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the+ +PETER +
+good wine in thy master's way.
++O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this presence?+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!
++Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;+
+For his death we do perceive his guilt:
+And God in justice hath revealed to us
+The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
+Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully.
+Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.
+Sound a flourish. Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. A street. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 2, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. A street.
+ ++Enter GLOUCESTER and his Servingmen, in mourning cloaks ++ +GLOUCESTER ++Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;+ +Servants +
+And after summer evermore succeeds
+Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
+So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
+Sirs, what's o'clock?
++Ten, my lord.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Ten is the hour that was appointed me+ +Servant +
+To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess:
+Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,
+To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
+Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
+The abject people gazing on thy face,
+With envious looks, laughing at thy shame,
+That erst did follow thy proud chariot-wheels
+When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
+But, soft! I think she comes; and I'll prepare
+My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.
+Enter the DUCHESS in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand; with STANLEY, the Sheriff, and Officers
++So please your grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by.+ +DUCHESS +
++Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze!
+See how the giddy multitude do point,
+And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee!
+Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful looks,
+And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,
+And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!
++Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.+ +DUCHESS +
++Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+For whilst I think I am thy married wife
+And thou a prince, protector of this land,
+Methinks I should not thus be led along,
+Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back,
+And followed with a rabble that rejoice
+To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.
+The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
+And when I start, the envious people laugh
+And bid me be advised how I tread.
+Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?
+Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world,
+Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?
+No; dark shall be my light and night my day;
+To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
+Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife,
+And he a prince and ruler of the land:
+Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was
+As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,
+Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock
+To every idle rascal follower.
+But be thou mild and blush not at my shame,
+Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death
+Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;
+For Suffolk, he that can do all in all
+With her that hateth thee and hates us all,
+And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,
+Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,
+And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee:
+But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,
+Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
++Ah, Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry;+ +Herald +
+I must offend before I be attainted;
+And had I twenty times so many foes,
+And each of them had twenty times their power,
+All these could not procure me any scathe,
+So long as I am loyal, true and crimeless.
+Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach?
+Why, yet thy scandal were not wiped away
+But I in danger for the breach of law.
+Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
+I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience;
+These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.
+Enter a Herald
++I summon your grace to his majesty's parliament,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Holden at Bury the first of this next month.
++And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before!+ +Sheriff +
+This is close dealing. Well, I will be there.
+Exit Herald
+My Nell, I take my leave: and, master sheriff,
+Let not her penance exceed the king's commission.
++An't please your grace, here my commission stays,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And Sir John Stanley is appointed now
+To take her with him to the Isle of Man.
++Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here?+ +STANLEY +
++So am I given in charge, may't please your grace.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Entreat her not the worse in that I pray+ +DUCHESS +
+You use her well: the world may laugh again;
+And I may live to do you kindness if
+You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell!
++What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.+ +DUCHESS +
+Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Servingmen
++Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee!+ +STANLEY +
+For none abides with me: my joy is death;
+Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd,
+Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
+Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence;
+I care not whither, for I beg no favour,
+Only convey me where thou art commanded.
++Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man;+ +DUCHESS +
+There to be used according to your state.
++That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:+ +STANLEY +
+And shall I then be used reproachfully?
++Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady;+ +DUCHESS +
+According to that state you shall be used.
++Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,+ +Sheriff +
+Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
++It is my office; and, madam, pardon me.+ +DUCHESS +
++Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged.+ +STANLEY +
+Come, Stanley, shall we go?
++Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet,+ +DUCHESS +
+And go we to attire you for our journey.
++My shame will not be shifted with my sheet:
+No, it will hang upon my richest robes
+And show itself, attire me how I can.
+Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 3, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.
+ ++Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, YORK, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY and WARWICK to the Parliament ++ +KING HENRY VI ++I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come:+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
+Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
++Can you not see? or will ye not observe+ +SUFFOLK +
+The strangeness of his alter'd countenance?
+With what a majesty he bears himself,
+How insolent of late he is become,
+How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?
+We know the time since he was mild and affable,
+And if we did but glance a far-off look,
+Immediately he was upon his knee,
+That all the court admired him for submission:
+But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
+When every one will give the time of day,
+He knits his brow and shows an angry eye,
+And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
+Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
+Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
+But great men tremble when the lion roars;
+And Humphrey is no little man in England.
+First note that he is near you in descent,
+And should you fall, he as the next will mount.
+Me seemeth then it is no policy,
+Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears
+And his advantage following your decease,
+That he should come about your royal person
+Or be admitted to your highness' council.
+By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts,
+And when he please to make commotion,
+'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
+Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
+Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden
+And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
+The reverent care I bear unto my lord
+Made me collect these dangers in the duke.
+If it be fond, call it a woman's fear;
+Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
+I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the duke.
+My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
+Reprove my allegation, if you can;
+Or else conclude my words effectual.
++Well hath your highness seen into this duke;+ +CARDINAL +
+And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
+I think I should have told your grace's tale.
+The duchess, by his subornation,
+Upon my life, began her devilish practises:
+Or, if he were not privy to those faults,
+Yet, by reputing of his high descent,
+As next the king he was successive heir,
+And such high vaunts of his nobility,
+Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess
+By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall.
+Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
+And in his simple show he harbours treason.
+The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
+No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a man
+Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.
++Did he not, contrary to form of law,+ +YORK +
+Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
++And did he not, in his protectorship,+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Levy great sums of money through the realm
+For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it?
+By means whereof the towns each day revolted.
++Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Which time will bring to light in smooth
+Duke Humphrey.
++My lords, at once: the care you have of us,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
+Is worthy praise: but, shall I speak my conscience,
+Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent
+From meaning treason to our royal person
+As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove:
+The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given
+To dream on evil or to work my downfall.
++Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance!+ +SOMERSET +
+Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrowed,
+For he's disposed as the hateful raven:
+Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
+For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf.
+Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?
+Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all
+Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.
+Enter SOMERSET
++All health unto my gracious sovereign!+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Welcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France?+ +SOMERSET +
++That all your interest in those territories+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
++Cold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done!+ +YORK +
++[Aside] Cold news for me; for I had hope of France+ +GLOUCESTER +
+As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
+Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud
+And caterpillars eat my leaves away;
+But I will remedy this gear ere long,
+Or sell my title for a glorious grave.
+Enter GLOUCESTER
++All happiness unto my lord the king!+ +SUFFOLK +
+Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long.
++Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art:
+I do arrest thee of high treason here.
++Well, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush+ +YORK +
+Nor change my countenance for this arrest:
+A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.
+The purest spring is not so free from mud
+As I am clear from treason to my sovereign:
+Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty?
++'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay;
+By means whereof his highness hath lost France.
++Is it but thought so? what are they that think it?+ +CARDINAL +
+I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,
+Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.
+So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,
+Ay, night by night, in studying good for England,
+That doit that e'er I wrested from the king,
+Or any groat I hoarded to my use,
+Be brought against me at my trial-day!
+No; many a pound of mine own proper store,
+Because I would not tax the needy commons,
+Have I disbursed to the garrisons,
+And never ask'd for restitution.
++It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++I say no more than truth, so help me God!+ +YORK +
++In your protectorship you did devise+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,
+That England was defamed by tyranny.
++Why, 'tis well known that, whiles I was+ +SUFFOLK +
+protector,
+Pity was all the fault that was in me;
+For I should melt at an offender's tears,
+And lowly words were ransom for their fault.
+Unless it were a bloody murderer,
+Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers,
+I never gave them condign punishment:
+Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured
+Above the felon or what trespass else.
++My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,
+Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.
+I do arrest you in his highness' name;
+And here commit you to my lord cardinal
+To keep, until your further time of trial.
++My lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope+ +GLOUCESTER +
+That you will clear yourself from all suspect:
+My conscience tells me you are innocent.
++Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:+ +CARDINAL +
+Virtue is choked with foul ambition
+And charity chased hence by rancour's hand;
+Foul subornation is predominant
+And equity exiled your highness' land.
+I know their complot is to have my life,
+And if my death might make this island happy,
+And prove the period of their tyranny,
+I would expend it with all willingness:
+But mine is made the prologue to their play;
+For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
+Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.
+Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice,
+And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate;
+Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue
+The envious load that lies upon his heart;
+And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
+Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
+By false accuse doth level at my life:
+And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
+Causeless have laid disgraces on my head,
+And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up
+My liefest liege to be mine enemy:
+Ay, all you have laid your heads together--
+Myself had notice of your conventicles--
+And all to make away my guiltless life.
+I shall not want false witness to condemn me,
+Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt;
+The ancient proverb will be well effected:
+'A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.'
++My liege, his railing is intolerable:+ +SUFFOLK +
+If those that care to keep your royal person
+From treason's secret knife and traitors' rage
+Be thus upbraided, chid and rated at,
+And the offender granted scope of speech,
+'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.
++Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd,
+As if she had suborned some to swear
+False allegations to o'erthrow his state?
++But I can give the loser leave to chide.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Far truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed;+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false!
+And well such losers may have leave to speak.
++He'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day:+ +CARDINAL +
+Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.
++Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Ah! thus King Henry throws away his crutch+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Before his legs be firm to bear his body.
+Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,
+And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.
+Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were!
+For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.
+Exit, guarded
++My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Do or undo, as if ourself were here.
++What, will your highness leave the parliament?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes,
+My body round engirt with misery,
+For what's more miserable than discontent?
+Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see
+The map of honour, truth and loyalty:
+And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come
+That e'er I proved thee false or fear'd thy faith.
+What louring star now envies thy estate,
+That these great lords and Margaret our queen
+Do seek subversion of thy harmless life?
+Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong;
+And as the butcher takes away the calf
+And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays,
+Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house,
+Even so remorseless have they borne him hence;
+And as the dam runs lowing up and down,
+Looking the way her harmless young one went,
+And can do nought but wail her darling's loss,
+Even so myself bewails good Gloucester's case
+With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm'd eyes
+Look after him and cannot do him good,
+So mighty are his vowed enemies.
+His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan
+Say 'Who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none.'
+Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, and YORK; SOMERSET remains apart
++Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams.+ +CARDINAL +
+Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
+Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show
+Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile
+With sorrow snares relenting passengers,
+Or as the snake roll'd in a flowering bank,
+With shining chequer'd slough, doth sting a child
+That for the beauty thinks it excellent.
+Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I--
+And yet herein I judge mine own wit good--
+This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,
+To rid us of the fear we have of him.
++That he should die is worthy policy;+ +SUFFOLK +
+But yet we want a colour for his death:
+'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.
++But, in my mind, that were no policy:+ +YORK +
+The king will labour still to save his life,
+The commons haply rise, to save his life;
+And yet we have but trivial argument,
+More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.
++So that, by this, you would not have him die.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I!+ +YORK +
++'Tis York that hath more reason for his death.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+But, my lord cardinal, and you, my Lord of Suffolk,
+Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,
+Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set
+To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,
+As place Duke Humphrey for the king's protector?
++So the poor chicken should be sure of death.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Madam, 'tis true; and were't not madness, then,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
+Who being accused a crafty murderer,
+His guilt should be but idly posted over,
+Because his purpose is not executed.
+No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
+By nature proved an enemy to the flock,
+Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood,
+As Humphrey, proved by reasons, to my liege.
+And do not stand on quillets how to slay him:
+Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety,
+Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,
+So he be dead; for that is good deceit
+Which mates him first that first intends deceit.
++Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Not resolute, except so much were done;+ +CARDINAL +
+For things are often spoke and seldom meant:
+But that my heart accordeth with my tongue,
+Seeing the deed is meritorious,
+And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,
+Say but the word, and I will be his priest.
++But I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk,+ +SUFFOLK +
+Ere you can take due orders for a priest:
+Say you consent and censure well the deed,
+And I'll provide his executioner,
+I tender so the safety of my liege.
++Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++And so say I.+ +YORK +
++And I and now we three have spoke it,+ +Post +
+It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
+Enter a Post
++Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain,+ +CARDINAL +
+To signify that rebels there are up
+And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
+Send succors, lords, and stop the rage betime,
+Before the wound do grow uncurable;
+For, being green, there is great hope of help.
++A breach that craves a quick expedient stop!+ +YORK +
+What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
++That Somerset be sent as regent thither:+ +SOMERSET +
+'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd;
+Witness the fortune he hath had in France.
++If York, with all his far-fet policy,+ +YORK +
+Had been the regent there instead of me,
+He never would have stay'd in France so long.
++No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I rather would have lost my life betimes
+Than bring a burthen of dishonour home
+By staying there so long till all were lost.
+Show me one scar character'd on thy skin:
+Men's flesh preserved so whole do seldom win.
++Nay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire,+ +YORK +
+If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with:
+No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still:
+Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,
+Might happily have proved far worse than his.
++What, worse than nought? nay, then, a shame take all!+ +SOMERSET +
++And, in the number, thee that wishest shame!+ +CARDINAL +
++My Lord of York, try what your fortune is.+ +YORK +
+The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms
+And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:
+To Ireland will you lead a band of men,
+Collected choicely, from each county some,
+And try your hap against the Irishmen?
++I will, my lord, so please his majesty.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Why, our authority is his consent,+ +YORK +
+And what we do establish he confirms:
+Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.
++I am content: provide me soldiers, lords,+ +SUFFOLK +
+Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.
++A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd.+ +CARDINAL +
+But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.
++No more of him; for I will deal with him+ +YORK +
+That henceforth he shall trouble us no more.
+And so break off; the day is almost spent:
+Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.
++My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days+ +SUFFOLK +
+At Bristol I expect my soldiers;
+For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.
++I'll see it truly done, my Lord of York.+ +YORK +
+Exeunt all but YORK
++Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,+
+And change misdoubt to resolution:
+Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art
+Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying:
+Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man,
+And find no harbour in a royal heart.
+Faster than spring-time showers comes thought
+on thought,
+And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
+My brain more busy than the labouring spider
+Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
+Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
+To send me packing with an host of men:
+I fear me you but warm the starved snake,
+Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting
+your hearts.
+'Twas men I lack'd and you will give them me:
+I take it kindly; and yet be well assured
+You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
+Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,
+I will stir up in England some black storm
+Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell;
+And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
+Until the golden circuit on my head,
+Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams,
+Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
+And, for a minister of my intent,
+I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
+John Cade of Ashford,
+To make commotion, as full well he can,
+Under the title of John Mortimer.
+In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
+Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,
+And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts
+Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porpentine;
+And, in the end being rescued, I have seen
+Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
+Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
+Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern,
+Hath he conversed with the enemy,
+And undiscover'd come to me again
+And given me notice of their villanies.
+This devil here shall be my substitute;
+For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
+In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
+By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
+How they affect the house and claim of York.
+Say he be taken, rack'd and tortured,
+I know no pain they can inflict upon him
+Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
+Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will,
+Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength
+And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd;
+For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
+And Henry put apart, the next for me.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 3, Scene 2 +
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+ ++Enter certain Murderers, hastily ++ +First Murderer ++Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know+ +Second Murderer +
+We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
++O that it were to do! What have we done?+ +First Murder +
+Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
+Enter SUFFOLK
++Here comes my lord.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?+ +First Murderer +
++Ay, my good lord, he's dead.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house;+ +First Murderer +
+I will reward you for this venturous deed.
+The king and all the peers are here at hand.
+Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well,
+According as I gave directions?
++'Tis, my good lord.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Away! be gone.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Exeunt Murderers
+Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SOMERSET, with Attendants
++Go, call our uncle to our presence straight;+ +SUFFOLK +
+Say we intend to try his grace to-day.
+If he be guilty, as 'tis published.
++I'll call him presently, my noble lord.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Exit
++Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester
+Than from true evidence of good esteem
+He be approved in practise culpable.
++God forbid any malice should prevail,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That faultless may condemn a nobleman!
+Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!
++I thank thee, Meg; these words content me much.+ +SUFFOLK +
+Re-enter SUFFOLK
+How now! why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?
+Where is our uncle? what's the matter, Suffolk?
++Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Marry, God forfend!+ +CARDINAL +
++God's secret judgment: I did dream to-night+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.
+KING HENRY VI swoons
++How fares my lord? Help, lords! the king is dead.+ +SOMERSET +
++Rear up his body; wring him by the nose.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes!+ +SUFFOLK +
++He doth revive again: madam, be patient.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++O heavenly God!+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++How fares my gracious lord?+ +SUFFOLK +
++Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!+ +KING HENRY VI +
++What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Came he right now to sing a raven's note,
+Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
+And thinks he that the chirping of a wren,
+By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
+Can chase away the first-conceived sound?
+Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words;
+Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say;
+Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting.
+Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!
+Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny
+Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.
+Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:
+Yet do not go away: come, basilisk,
+And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight;
+For in the shade of death I shall find joy;
+In life but double death, now Gloucester's dead.
++Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus?+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Although the duke was enemy to him,
+Yet he most Christian-like laments his death:
+And for myself, foe as he was to me,
+Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans
+Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
+I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,
+Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs,
+And all to have the noble duke alive.
+What know I how the world may deem of me?
+For it is known we were but hollow friends:
+It may be judged I made the duke away;
+So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded,
+And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.
+This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy!
+To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!
++Ah, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man!+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Be woe for me, more wretched than he is.+ +WARWICK +
+What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face?
+I am no loathsome leper; look on me.
+What! art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
+Be poisonous too and kill thy forlorn queen.
+Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucester's tomb?
+Why, then, dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy.
+Erect his statue and worship it,
+And make my image but an alehouse sign.
+Was I for this nigh wreck'd upon the sea
+And twice by awkward wind from England's bank
+Drove back again unto my native clime?
+What boded this, but well forewarning wind
+Did seem to say 'Seek not a scorpion's nest,
+Nor set no footing on this unkind shore'?
+What did I then, but cursed the gentle gusts
+And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves:
+And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore,
+Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock
+Yet AEolus would not be a murderer,
+But left that hateful office unto thee:
+The pretty-vaulting sea refused to drown me,
+Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore,
+With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:
+The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands
+And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
+Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they,
+Might in thy palace perish Margaret.
+As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
+When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
+I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
+And when the dusky sky began to rob
+My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
+I took a costly jewel from my neck,
+A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,
+And threw it towards thy land: the sea received it,
+And so I wish'd thy body might my heart:
+And even with this I lost fair England's view
+And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart
+And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
+For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
+How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue,
+The agent of thy foul inconstancy,
+To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did
+When he to madding Dido would unfold
+His father's acts commenced in burning Troy!
+Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him?
+Ay me, I can no more! die, Margaret!
+For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.
+Noise within. Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY, and many Commons
++It is reported, mighty sovereign,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd
+By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means.
+The commons, like an angry hive of bees
+That want their leader, scatter up and down
+And care not who they sting in his revenge.
+Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,
+Until they hear the order of his death.
++That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;+ +WARWICK +
+But how he died God knows, not Henry:
+Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,
+And comment then upon his sudden death.
++That shall I do, my liege. Stay, Salisbury,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+With the rude multitude till I return.
+Exit
++O Thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts,+ +WARWICK +
+My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul
+Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life!
+If my suspect be false, forgive me, God,
+For judgment only doth belong to thee.
+Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips
+With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain
+Upon his face an ocean of salt tears,
+To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,
+And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling:
+But all in vain are these mean obsequies;
+And to survey his dead and earthly image,
+What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
+Re-enter WARWICK and others, bearing GLOUCESTER'S body on a bed
++Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++That is to see how deep my grave is made;+ +WARWICK +
+For with his soul fled all my worldly solace,
+For seeing him I see my life in death.
++As surely as my soul intends to live+ +SUFFOLK +
+With that dread King that took our state upon him
+To free us from his father's wrathful curse,
+I do believe that violent hands were laid
+Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.
++A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue!+ +WARWICK +
+What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow?
++See how the blood is settled in his face.+ +SUFFOLK +
+Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,
+Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale and bloodless,
+Being all descended to the labouring heart;
+Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,
+Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy;
+Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth
+To blush and beautify the cheek again.
+But see, his face is black and full of blood,
+His eye-balls further out than when he lived,
+Staring full ghastly like a strangled man;
+His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretched with struggling;
+His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd
+And tugg'd for life and was by strength subdued:
+Look, on the sheets his hair you see, is sticking;
+His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged,
+Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged.
+It cannot be but he was murder'd here;
+The least of all these signs were probable.
++Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?+ +WARWICK +
+Myself and Beaufort had him in protection;
+And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.
++But both of you were vow'd Duke Humphrey's foes,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep:
+'Tis like you would not feast him like a friend;
+And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.
++Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen+ +WARWICK +
+As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death.
++Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
+But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?
+Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
+But may imagine how the bird was dead,
+Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
+Even so suspicious is this tragedy.
++Are you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your knife?+ +SUFFOLK +
+Is Beaufort term'd a kite? Where are his talons?
++I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men;+ +WARWICK +
+But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
+That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart
+That slanders me with murder's crimson badge.
+Say, if thou darest, proud Lord of Warwick-shire,
+That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death.
+Exeunt CARDINAL, SOMERSET, and others
++What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++He dares not calm his contumelious spirit+ +WARWICK +
+Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,
+Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
++Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;+ +SUFFOLK +
+For every word you speak in his behalf
+Is slander to your royal dignity.
++Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanor!+ +WARWICK +
+If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,
+Thy mother took into her blameful bed
+Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
+Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
+And never of the Nevils' noble race.
++But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee+ +SUFFOLK +
+And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
+Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
+And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
+I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee
+Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
+And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st
+That thou thyself was born in bastardy;
+And after all this fearful homage done,
+Give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell,
+Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!
++Thou shall be waking well I shed thy blood,+ +WARWICK +
+If from this presence thou darest go with me.
++Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee
+And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost.
+Exeunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK
++What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
+And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel
+Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
+A noise within
++What noise is this?+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their weapons drawn
++Why, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn+ +SUFFOLK +
+Here in our presence! dare you be so bold?
+Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
++The traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury+ +SALISBURY +
+Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.
++[To the Commons, entering] Sirs, stand apart;+ +Commons +
+the king shall know your mind.
+Dread lord, the commons send you word by me,
+Unless Lord Suffolk straight be done to death,
+Or banished fair England's territories,
+They will by violence tear him from your palace
+And torture him with grievous lingering death.
+They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died;
+They say, in him they fear your highness' death;
+And mere instinct of love and loyalty,
+Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
+As being thought to contradict your liking,
+Makes them thus forward in his banishment.
+They say, in care of your most royal person,
+That if your highness should intend to sleep
+And charge that no man should disturb your rest
+In pain of your dislike or pain of death,
+Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,
+Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
+That slily glided towards your majesty,
+It were but necessary you were waked,
+Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,
+The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal;
+And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
+That they will guard you, whether you will or no,
+From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is,
+With whose envenomed and fatal sting,
+Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
+They say, is shamefully bereft of life.
++[Within] An answer from the king, my+ +SUFFOLK +
+Lord of Salisbury!
++'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds,+ +Commons +
+Could send such message to their sovereign:
+But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,
+To show how quaint an orator you are:
+But all the honour Salisbury hath won
+Is, that he was the lord ambassador
+Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.
++[Within] An answer from the king, or we will all break in!+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I thank them for their tender loving care;
+And had I not been cited so by them,
+Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
+For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
+Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means:
+And therefore, by His majesty I swear,
+Whose far unworthy deputy I am,
+He shall not breathe infection in this air
+But three days longer, on the pain of death.
+Exit SALISBURY
++O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk!+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk!+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+No more, I say: if thou dost plead for him,
+Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
+Had I but said, I would have kept my word,
+But when I swear, it is irrevocable.
+If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found
+On any ground that I am ruler of,
+The world shall not be ransom for thy life.
+Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;
+I have great matters to impart to thee.
+Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET and SUFFOLK
++Mischance and sorrow go along with you!+ +SUFFOLK +
+Heart's discontent and sour affliction
+Be playfellows to keep you company!
+There's two of you; the devil make a third!
+And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps!
++Cease, gentle queen, these execrations,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.
++Fie, coward woman and soft-hearted wretch!+ +SUFFOLK +
+Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy?
++A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
+I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
+As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear,
+Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
+With full as many signs of deadly hate,
+As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave:
+My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
+Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
+Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract;
+Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
+And even now my burthen'd heart would break,
+Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
+Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
+Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
+Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks!
+Their softest touch as smart as lizards' sting!
+Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss,
+And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
+All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell--
++Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself;+ +SUFFOLK +
+And these dread curses, like the sun 'gainst glass,
+Or like an overcharged gun, recoil,
+And turn the force of them upon thyself.
++You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
+Well could I curse away a winter's night,
+Though standing naked on a mountain top,
+Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
+And think it but a minute spent in sport.
++O, let me entreat thee cease. Give me thy hand,+ +SUFFOLK +
+That I may dew it with my mournful tears;
+Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
+To wash away my woful monuments.
+O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand,
+That thou mightst think upon these by the seal,
+Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!
+So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
+'Tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by,
+As one that surfeits thinking on a want.
+I will repeal thee, or, be well assured,
+Adventure to be banished myself:
+And banished I am, if but from thee.
+Go; speak not to me; even now be gone.
+O, go not yet! Even thus two friends condemn'd
+Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves,
+Loather a hundred times to part than die.
+Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!
++Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished;+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
+'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence;
+A wilderness is populous enough,
+So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:
+For where thou art, there is the world itself,
+With every several pleasure in the world,
+And where thou art not, desolation.
+I can no more: live thou to joy thy life;
+Myself no joy in nought but that thou livest.
+Enter VAUX
++Wither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I prithee?+ +VAUX +
++To signify unto his majesty+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death;
+For suddenly a grievous sickness took him,
+That makes him gasp and stare and catch the air,
+Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth.
+Sometimes he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost
+Were by his side; sometime he calls the king,
+And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
+The secrets of his overcharged soul;
+And I am sent to tell his majesty
+That even now he cries aloud for him.
++Go tell this heavy message to the king.+ +SUFFOLK +
+Exit VAUX
+Ay me! what is this world! what news are these!
+But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss,
+Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure?
+Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
+And with the southern clouds contend in tears,
+Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows?
+Now get thee hence: the king, thou know'st, is coming;
+If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
++If I depart from thee, I cannot live;+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And in thy sight to die, what were it else
+But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
+Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
+As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe
+Dying with mother's dug between its lips:
+Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad,
+And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
+To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;
+So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul,
+Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
+And then it lived in sweet Elysium.
+To die by thee were but to die in jest;
+From thee to die were torture more than death:
+O, let me stay, befall what may befall!
++Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive,+ +SUFFOLK +
+It is applied to a deathful wound.
+To France, sweet Suffolk: let me hear from thee;
+For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
+I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.
++I go.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++And take my heart with thee.+ +SUFFOLK +
++A jewel, lock'd into the wofull'st cask+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+That ever did contain a thing of worth.
+Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we
+This way fall I to death.
++This way for me.+
+Exeunt severally
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
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+ ++Enter the KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, to the CARDINAL in bed ++ +KING HENRY VI ++How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to+ +CARDINAL +
+thy sovereign.
++If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Enough to purchase such another island,
+So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.
++Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,+ +WARWICK +
+Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
++Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.+ +CARDINAL +
++Bring me unto my trial when you will.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Died he not in his bed? where should he die?
+Can I make men live, whether they will or no?
+O, torture me no more! I will confess.
+Alive again? then show me where he is:
+I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.
+He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
+Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright,
+Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul.
+Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
+Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
++O thou eternal Mover of the heavens.+ +WARWICK +
+Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
+O, beat away the busy meddling fiend
+That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul.
+And from his bosom purge this black despair!
++See, how the pangs of death do make him grin!+ +SALISBURY +
++Disturb him not; let him pass peaceably.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!+ +WARWICK +
+Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss,
+Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.
+He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!
++So bad a death argues a monstrous life.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.+
+Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
+And let us all to meditation.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. The coast of Kent.
+ ++Alarum. Fight at sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter a Captain, a Master, a Master's-mate, WALTER WHITMORE, and others; with them SUFFOLK, and others, prisoners ++ +Captain ++The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day+ +First Gentleman +
+Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
+And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
+That drag the tragic melancholy night;
+Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,
+Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws
+Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
+Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize;
+For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs,
+Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,
+Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.
+Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;
+And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;
+The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share.
++What is my ransom, master? let me know.+ +Master +
++A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.+ +Captain +
+Master's-Mate And so much shall you give, or off goes yours.
++What, think you much to pay two thousand crowns,+ +First Gentleman +
+And bear the name and port of gentlemen?
+Cut both the villains' throats; for die you shall:
+The lives of those which we have lost in fight
+Be counterpoised with such a petty sum!
++I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life.+ +Second Gentleman +
++And so will I and write home for it straight.+ +WHITMORE +
++I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,+ +Captain +
+And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die;
+To SUFFOLK
+And so should these, if I might have my will.
++Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Look on my George; I am a gentleman:+ +WHITMORE +
+Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.
++And so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore.+ +SUFFOLK +
+How now! why start'st thou? what, doth
+death affright?
++Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.+ +WHITMORE +
+A cunning man did calculate my birth
+And told me that by water I should die:
+Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;
+Thy name is Gaultier, being rightly sounded.
++Gaultier or Walter, which it is, I care not:+ +SUFFOLK +
+Never yet did base dishonour blur our name,
+But with our sword we wiped away the blot;
+Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge,
+Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defaced,
+And I proclaim'd a coward through the world!
++Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince,+ +WHITMORE +
+The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.
++The Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!+ +SUFFOLK +
++Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke:+ +Captain +
+Jove sometimes went disguised, and why not I?
++But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's blood,+ +WHITMORE +
+The honourable blood of Lancaster,
+Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.
+Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand and held my stirrup?
+Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule
+And thought thee happy when I shook my head?
+How often hast thou waited at my cup,
+Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board.
+When I have feasted with Queen Margaret?
+Remember it and let it make thee crest-fall'n,
+Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride;
+How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood
+And duly waited for my coming forth?
+This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
+And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue.
++Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?+ +Captain +
++First let my words stab him, as he hath me.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.+ +Captain +
++Convey him hence and on our longboat's side+ +SUFFOLK +
+Strike off his head.
++Thou darest not, for thy own.+ +Captain +
++Yes, Pole.+ +SUFFOLK +
++ Pole!+ +Captain +
++ Pool! Sir Pool! lord!+ +SUFFOLK +
+Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
+Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
+Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
+For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
+Thy lips that kiss'd the queen shall sweep the ground;
+And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey's death,
+Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
+Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again:
+And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
+For daring to affy a mighty lord
+Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
+Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
+By devilish policy art thou grown great,
+And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged
+With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.
+By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
+The false revolting Normans thorough thee
+Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
+Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts,
+And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
+The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
+Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,
+As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
+And now the house of York, thrust from the crown
+By shameful murder of a guiltless king
+And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,
+Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
+Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
+Under the which is writ 'Invitis nubibus.'
+The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
+And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
+Is crept into the palace of our king.
+And all by thee. Away! convey him hence.
++O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder+ +Captain +
+Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!
+Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
+Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
+Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
+Drones suck not eagles' blood but rob beehives:
+It is impossible that I should die
+By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
+Thy words move rage and not remorse in me:
+I go of message from the queen to France;
+I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel.
++Walter,--+ +WHITMORE +
++Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear.+ +WHITMORE +
++Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee.+ +First Gentleman +
+What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?
++My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,+ +Captain +
+Used to command, untaught to plead for favour.
+Far be it we should honour such as these
+With humble suit: no, rather let my head
+Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any
+Save to the God of heaven and to my king;
+And sooner dance upon a bloody pole
+Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
+True nobility is exempt from fear:
+More can I bear than you dare execute.
++Hale him away, and let him talk no more.+ +SUFFOLK +
++Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,+ +Captain +
+That this my death may never be forgot!
+Great men oft die by vile bezonians:
+A Roman sworder and banditto slave
+Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
+Stabb'd Julius Caesar; savage islanders
+Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.
+Exeunt Whitmore and others with Suffolk
++And as for these whose ransom we have set,+ +WHITMORE +
+It is our pleasure one of them depart;
+Therefore come you with us and let him go.
+Exeunt all but the First Gentleman
+Re-enter WHITMORE with SUFFOLK's body
++There let his head and lifeless body lie,+ +First Gentleman +
+Until the queen his mistress bury it.
+Exit
++O barbarous and bloody spectacle!+
+His body will I bear unto the king:
+If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
+So will the queen, that living held him dear.
+Exit with the body
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 10 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE X. Kent. IDEN's garden.
+ ++Enter CADE ++ +CADE ++Fie on ambition! fie on myself, that have a sword,+ +IDEN +
+and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I
+hid me in these woods and durst not peep out, for
+all the country is laid for me; but now am I so
+hungry that if I might have a lease of my life for a
+thousand years I could stay no longer. Wherefore,
+on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to
+see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another
+while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach
+this hot weather. And I think this word 'sallet'
+was born to do me good: for many a time, but for a
+sallet, my brainpan had been cleft with a brown
+bill; and many a time, when I have been dry and
+bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a
+quart pot to drink in; and now the word 'sallet'
+must serve me to feed on.
+Enter IDEN
++Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court,+ +CADE +
+And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
+This small inheritance my father left me
+Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.
+I seek not to wax great by others' waning,
+Or gather wealth, I care not, with what envy:
+Sufficeth that I have maintains my state
+And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.
++Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a+ +IDEN +
+stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave.
+Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand
+crowns of the king carrying my head to him: but
+I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow
+my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.
++Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be,+ +CADE +
+I know thee not; why, then, should I betray thee?
+Is't not enough to break into my garden,
+And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds,
+Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,
+But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?
++Brave thee! ay, by the best blood that ever was+ +IDEN +
+broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I
+have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and
+thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead
+as a doornail, I pray God I may never eat grass more.
++Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands,+ +CADE +
+That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
+Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
+Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,
+See if thou canst outface me with thy looks:
+Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser;
+Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
+Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon;
+My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
+And if mine arm be heaved in the air,
+Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
+As for words, whose greatness answers words,
+Let this my sword report what speech forbears.
++By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I+ +IDEN +
+heard! Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out
+the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou
+sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou
+mayst be turned to hobnails.
+Here they fight. CADE falls
+O, I am slain! famine and no other hath slain me:
+let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me
+but the ten meals I have lost, and I'll defy them
+all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a
+burying-place to all that do dwell in this house,
+because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.
++Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?+ +CADE +
+Sword, I will hollow thee for this thy deed,
+And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead:
+Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
+But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
+To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
++Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell+ +IDEN +
+Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort
+all the world to be cowards; for I, that never
+feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.
+Dies
++How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge.+
+Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee;
+And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
+So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
+Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
+Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
+And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
+Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
+Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Blackheath.
+ ++Enter GEORGE BEVIS and JOHN HOLLAND ++ +BEVIS ++Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath;+ +HOLLAND +
+they have been up these two days.
++They have the more need to sleep now, then.+ +BEVIS +
++I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress+ +HOLLAND +
+the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.
++So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say it+ +BEVIS +
+was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.
++O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.+ +HOLLAND +
++The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.+ +BEVIS +
++Nay, more, the king's council are no good workmen.+ +HOLLAND +
++True; and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation;+ +BEVIS +
+which is as much to say as, let the magistrates be
+labouring men; and therefore should we be
+magistrates.
++Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a+ +HOLLAND +
+brave mind than a hard hand.
++I see them! I see them! there's Best's son, the+ +BEVIS +
+tanner of Wingham,--
++He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make+ +HOLLAND +
+dog's-leather of.
++And Dick the Butcher,--+ +BEVIS +
++Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's+ +HOLLAND +
+throat cut like a calf.
++And Smith the weaver,--+ +BEVIS +
++Argo, their thread of life is spun.+ +HOLLAND +
++Come, come, let's fall in with them.+ +CADE +
+Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers
++We John Cade, so termed of our supposed father,--+ +DICK +
++[Aside] Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.+ +CADE +
++For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with+ +DICK +
+the spirit of putting down kings and princes,
+--Command silence.
++Silence!+ +CADE +
++My father was a Mortimer,--+ +DICK +
++[Aside] He was an honest man, and a good+ +CADE +
+bricklayer.
++My mother a Plantagenet,--+ +DICK +
++[Aside] I knew her well; she was a midwife.+ +CADE +
++My wife descended of the Lacies,--+ +DICK +
++[Aside] She was, indeed, a pedler's daughter, and+ +SMITH +
+sold many laces.
++[Aside] But now of late, notable to travel with her+ +CADE +
+furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.
++Therefore am I of an honourable house.+ +DICK +
++[Aside] Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable;+ +CADE +
+and there was he borne, under a hedge, for his
+father had never a house but the cage.
++Valiant I am.+ +SMITH +
++[Aside] A' must needs; for beggary is valiant.+ +CADE +
++I am able to endure much.+ +DICK +
++[Aside] No question of that; for I have seen him+ +CADE +
+whipped three market-days together.
++I fear neither sword nor fire.+ +SMITH +
++[Aside] He need not fear the sword; for his coat is of proof.+ +DICK +
++[Aside] But methinks he should stand in fear of+ +CADE +
+fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep.
++Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows+ +ALL +
+reformation. There shall be in England seven
+halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped
+pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony
+to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in
+common; and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to
+grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,--
++God save your majesty!+ +CADE +
++I thank you, good people: there shall be no money;+ +DICK +
+all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will
+apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree
+like brothers and worship me their lord.
++The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.+ +CADE +
++Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable+ +SMITH +
+thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should
+be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
+o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings:
+but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal
+once to a thing, and I was never mine own man
+since. How now! who's there?
+Enter some, bringing forward the Clerk of Chatham
++The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read and+ +CADE +
+cast accompt.
++O monstrous!+ +SMITH +
++We took him setting of boys' copies.+ +CADE +
++Here's a villain!+ +SMITH +
++Has a book in his pocket with red letters in't.+ +CADE +
++Nay, then, he is a conjurer.+ +DICK +
++Nay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand.+ +CADE +
++I am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, of mine+ +Clerk +
+honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die.
+Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: what is thy name?
++Emmanuel.+ +DICK +
++They use to write it on the top of letters: 'twill+ +CADE +
+go hard with you.
++Let me alone. Dost thou use to write thy name? or+ +CLERK +
+hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest
+plain-dealing man?
++Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up+ +ALL +
+that I can write my name.
++He hath confessed: away with him! he's a villain+ +CADE +
+and a traitor.
++Away with him, I say! hang him with his pen and+ +MICHAEL +
+ink-horn about his neck.
+Exit one with the Clerk
+Enter MICHAEL
++Where's our general?+ +CADE +
++Here I am, thou particular fellow.+ +MICHAEL +
++Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his+ +CADE +
+brother are hard by, with the king's forces.
++Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down. He+ +MICHAEL +
+shall be encountered with a man as good as himself:
+he is but a knight, is a'?
++No.+ +CADE +
++To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently.+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+Kneels
+Rise up Sir John Mortimer.
+Rises
+Now have at him!
+Enter SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD, with drum and soldiers
++Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
+Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down;
+Home to your cottages, forsake this groom:
+The king is merciful, if you revolt.
++But angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood,+ +CADE +
+If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.
++As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not:+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+It is to you, good people, that I speak,
+Over whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
+For I am rightful heir unto the crown.
++Villain, thy father was a plasterer;+ +CADE +
+And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not?
++And Adam was a gardener.+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
++And what of that?+ +CADE +
++Marry, this: Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March.+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+Married the Duke of Clarence' daughter, did he not?
++Ay, sir.+ +CADE +
++By her he had two children at one birth.+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
++That's false.+ +CADE +
++Ay, there's the question; but I say, 'tis true:+ +DICK +
+The elder of them, being put to nurse,
+Was by a beggar-woman stolen away;
+And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
+Became a bricklayer when he came to age:
+His son am I; deny it, if you can.
++Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king.+ +SMITH +
++Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+the bricks are alive at this day to testify it;
+therefore deny it not.
++And will you credit this base drudge's words,+ +ALL +
+That speaks he knows not what?
++Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone.+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
++Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.+ +CADE +
++[Aside] He lies, for I invented it myself.+ +DICK +
+Go to, sirrah, tell the king from me, that, for his
+father's sake, Henry the Fifth, in whose time boys
+went to span-counter for French crowns, I am content
+he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him.
++And furthermore, well have the Lord Say's head for+ +CADE +
+selling the dukedom of Maine.
++And good reason; for thereby is England mained, and+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds
+it up. Fellow kings, I tell you that that Lord Say
+hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch:
+and more than that, he can speak French; and
+therefore he is a traitor.
++O gross and miserable ignorance!+ +CADE +
++Nay, answer, if you can: the Frenchmen are our+ +ALL +
+enemies; go to, then, I ask but this: can he that
+speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good
+counsellor, or no?
++No, no; and therefore we'll have his head.+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
++Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail,+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+Assail them with the army of the king.
++Herald, away; and throughout every town+ +CADE +
+Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
+That those which fly before the battle ends
+May, even in their wives' and children's sight,
+Be hang'd up for example at their doors:
+And you that be the king's friends, follow me.
+Exeunt WILLIAM STAFFORD and SIR HUMPHREY, and soldiers
++And you that love the commons, follow me.+ +DICK +
+Now show yourselves men; 'tis for liberty.
+We will not leave one lord, one gentleman:
+Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon;
+For they are thrifty honest men, and such
+As would, but that they dare not, take our parts.
++They are all in order and march toward us.+ +CADE +
++But then are we in order when we are most+
+out of order. Come, march forward.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath.
+ ++Alarums to the fight, wherein SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD are slain. Enter CADE and the rest ++ +CADE ++Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?+ +DICK +
++Here, sir.+ +CADE +
++They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou+ +DICK +
+behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own
+slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee,
+the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou
+shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking
+one.
++I desire no more.+ +CADE +
++And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This+ +DICK +
+monument of the victory will I bear;
+Putting on SIR HUMPHREY'S brigandine
+and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels
+till I do come to London, where we will have the
+mayor's sword borne before us.
++If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the+ +CADE +
+gaols and let out the prisoners.
++Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march+
+towards London.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/2henryvi.4.4.html b/data/2henryvi.4.4.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..486da2e1b7702b9788f043ffea316b8900fc311f --- /dev/null +++ b/data/2henryvi.4.4.html @@ -0,0 +1,193 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. London. The palace.
+ ++Enter KING HENRY VI with a supplication, and the QUEEN with SUFFOLK'S head, BUCKINGHAM and Lord SAY ++ +QUEEN MARGARET ++Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind,+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+And makes it fearful and degenerate;
+Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
+But who can cease to weep and look on this?
+Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:
+But where's the body that I should embrace?
++What answer makes your grace to the rebels'+ +KING HENRY VI +
+supplication?
++I'll send some holy bishop to entreat;+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+For God forbid so many simple souls
+Should perish by the sword! And I myself,
+Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
+Will parley with Jack Cade their general:
+But stay, I'll read it over once again.
++Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me,
+And could it not enforce them to relent,
+That were unworthy to behold the same?
++Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.+ +SAY +
++Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++How now, madam!+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death?
+I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,
+Thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me.
++No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Enter a Messenger
++How now! what news? why comest thou in such haste?+ +Messenger +
++The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
+Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
+And calls your grace usurper openly
+And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
+His army is a ragged multitude
+Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
+Sir Humphrey Stafford and h is brother's death
+Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:
+All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
+They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.
++O graceless men! they know not what they do.+ +BUCKINGHAM +
++My gracious lord, return to Killingworth,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Until a power be raised to put them down.
++Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!
++Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;+ +SAY +
+Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
++So might your grace's person be in danger.+ +Messenger +
+The sight of me is odious in their eyes;
+And therefore in this city will I stay
+And live alone as secret as I may.
+Enter another Messenger
++Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge:+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+The citizens fly and forsake their houses:
+The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
+Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
+To spoil the city and your royal court.
++Then linger not, my lord, away, take horse.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.+ +BUCKINGHAM +
++Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.+ +SAY +
++The trust I have is in mine innocence,+
+And therefore am I bold and resolute.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/2henryvi.4.5.html b/data/2henryvi.4.5.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5455ff7dbea238c4d3bddc4a21640791990b2f90 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/2henryvi.4.5.html @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. London. The Tower. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. London. The Tower.
+ ++Enter SCALES upon the Tower, walking. Then enter two or three Citizens below ++ +SCALES ++How now! is Jack Cade slain?+ +First Citizen +
++No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have+ +SCALES +
+won the bridge, killing all those that withstand
+them: the lord mayor craves aid of your honour from
+the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels.
++Such aid as I can spare you shall command;+
+But I am troubled here with them myself;
+The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower.
+But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,
+And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;
+Fight for your king, your country and your lives;
+And so, farewell, for I must hence again.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 6 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street.
+ ++Enter CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone ++ +CADE ++Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting+ +Soldier +
+upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the
+city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but
+claret wine this first year of our reign. And now
+henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls
+me other than Lord Mortimer.
+Enter a Soldier, running
++Jack Cade! Jack Cade!+ +CADE +
++Knock him down there.+ +SMITH +
+They kill him
++If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack+ +DICK +
+Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
++My lord, there's an army gathered together in+ +CADE +
+Smithfield.
++Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go+
+and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn
+down the Tower too. Come, let's away.
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/2henryvi.4.7.html b/data/2henryvi.4.7.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a1ae6624c3d6787ce533088c9ea72008caccf108 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/2henryvi.4.7.html @@ -0,0 +1,326 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 6 +
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 7 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VII. London. Smithfield.
+ ++Alarums. MATTHEW GOFFE is slain, and all the rest. Then enter CADE, with his company. ++ +CADE ++So, sirs: now go some and pull down the Savoy;+ +DICK +
+others to the inns of court; down with them all.
++I have a suit unto your lordship.+ +CADE +
++Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.+ +DICK +
++Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.+ +HOLLAND +
++[Aside] Mass, 'twill be sore law, then; for he was+ +SMITH +
+thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole
+yet.
++[Aside] Nay, John, it will be stinking law for his+ +CADE +
+breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.
++I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn+ +HOLLAND +
+all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be
+the parliament of England.
++[Aside] Then we are like to have biting statutes,+ +CADE +
+unless his teeth be pulled out.
++And henceforward all things shall be in common.+ +Messenger +
+Enter a Messenger
++My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord Say,+ +CADE +
+which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay
+one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the
+pound, the last subsidy.
+Enter BEVIS, with Lord SAY
++Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. Ah,+ +SAY +
+thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now
+art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction
+regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty for
+giving up of Normandy unto Mounsieur Basimecu, the
+dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these
+presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I
+am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such
+filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously
+corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a
+grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers
+had no other books but the score and the tally, thou
+hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to
+the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a
+paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou
+hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and
+a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian
+ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed
+justices of peace, to call poor men before them
+about matters they were not able to answer.
+Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because
+they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when,
+indeed, only for that cause they have been most
+worthy to live. Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth, dost thou not?
++What of that?+ +CADE +
++Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear a+ +DICK +
+cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose
+and doublets.
++And work in their shirt too; as myself, for example,+ +SAY +
+that am a butcher.
++You men of Kent,--+ +DICK +
++What say you of Kent?+ +SAY +
++Nothing but this; 'tis 'bona terra, mala gens.'+ +CADE +
++Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.+ +SAY +
++Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.+ +CADE +
+Kent, in the Commentaries Caesar writ,
+Is term'd the civil'st place of this isle:
+Sweet is the country, because full of riches;
+The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;
+Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.
+I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy,
+Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
+Justice with favour have I always done;
+Prayers and tears have moved me, gifts could never.
+When have I aught exacted at your hands,
+But to maintain the king, the realm and you?
+Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks,
+Because my book preferr'd me to the king,
+And seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
+Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,
+Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits,
+You cannot but forbear to murder me:
+This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings
+For your behoof,--
++Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field?+ +SAY +
++Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck+ +BEVIS +
+Those that I never saw and struck them dead.
++O monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks?+ +SAY +
++These cheeks are pale for watching for your good.+ +CADE +
++Give him a box o' the ear and that will make 'em red again.+ +SAY +
++Long sitting to determine poor men's causes+ +CADE +
+Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
++Ye shall have a hempen caudle, then, and the help of hatchet.+ +DICK +
++Why dost thou quiver, man?+ +SAY +
++The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.+ +CADE +
++Nay, he nods at us, as who should say, I'll be even+ +SAY +
+with you: I'll see if his head will stand steadier
+on a pole, or no. Take him away, and behead him.
++Tell me wherein have I offended most?+ +CADE +
+Have I affected wealth or honour? speak.
+Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold?
+Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?
+Whom have I injured, that ye seek my death?
+These hands are free from guiltless bloodshedding,
+This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts.
+O, let me live!
++[Aside] I feel remorse in myself with his words;+ +ALL +
+but I'll bridle it: he shall die, an it be but for
+pleading so well for his life. Away with him! he
+has a familiar under his tongue; he speaks not o'
+God's name. Go, take him away, I say, and strike
+off his head presently; and then break into his
+son-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off
+his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.
++It shall be done.+ +SAY +
++Ah, countrymen! if when you make your prayers,+ +CADE +
+God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
+How would it fare with your departed souls?
+And therefore yet relent, and save my life.
++Away with him! and do as I command ye.+ +DICK +
+Exeunt some with Lord SAY
+The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a head
+on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there
+shall not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me
+her maidenhead ere they have it: men shall hold of
+me in capite; and we charge and command that their
+wives be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell.
++My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and take up+ +CADE +
+commodities upon our bills?
++Marry, presently.+ +ALL +
++O, brave!+ +CADE +
+Re-enter one with the heads
++But is not this braver? Let them kiss one another,+
+for they loved well when they were alive. Now part
+them again, lest they consult about the giving up of
+some more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the
+spoil of the city until night: for with these borne
+before us, instead of maces, will we ride through
+the streets, and at every corner have them kiss. Away!
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/2henryvi.4.8.html b/data/2henryvi.4.8.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..67e605b4008bc57bd1276b5f4a65a2a9392b2e0d --- /dev/null +++ b/data/2henryvi.4.8.html @@ -0,0 +1,155 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 7 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VIII. Southwark. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 8 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VIII. Southwark.
+ ++Alarum and retreat. Enter CADE and all his rabblement ++ +CADE ++Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus' Corner! Kill+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+and knock down! throw them into Thames!
+Sound a parley
+What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to
+sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill?
+Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD, attended
++Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee:+ +CLIFFORD +
+Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
+Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;
+And here pronounce free pardon to them all
+That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
++What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,+ +ALL +
+And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
+Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
+Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
+Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
+Who hateth him and honours not his father,
+Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
+Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
++God save the king! God save the king!+ +CADE +
++What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye so brave? And+ +ALL +
+you, base peasants, do ye believe him? will you
+needs be hanged with your pardons about your necks?
+Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates,
+that you should leave me at the White Hart in
+Southwark? I thought ye would never have given out
+these arms till you had recovered your ancient
+freedom: but you are all recreants and dastards,
+and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let
+them break your backs with burthens, take your
+houses over your heads, ravish your wives and
+daughters before your faces: for me, I will make
+shift for one; and so, God's curse light upon you
+all!
++We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade!+ +CLIFFORD +
++Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,+ +ALL +
+That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?
+Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
+And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
+Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
+Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
+Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
+Were't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
+The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
+Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?
+Methinks already in this civil broil
+I see them lording it in London streets,
+Crying 'Villiago!' unto all they meet.
+Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
+Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
+To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
+Spare England, for it is your native coast;
+Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
+God on our side, doubt not of victory.
++A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king and Clifford.+ +CADE +
++Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them
+to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me
+desolate. I see them lay their heads together to
+surprise me. My sword make way for me, for here is
+no staying. In despite of the devils and hell, have
+through the very middest of you? and heavens and
+honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me.
+but only my followers' base and ignominious
+treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.
+Exit
++What, is he fled? Go some, and follow him;+
+And he that brings his head unto the king
+Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
+Exeunt some of them
+Follow me, soldiers: we'll devise a mean
+To reconcile you all unto the king.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 9 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle.
+ ++Sound Trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SOMERSET, on the terrace ++ +KING HENRY VI ++Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne,+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+And could command no more content than I?
+No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
+But I was made a king, at nine months old.
+Was never subject long'd to be a king
+As I do long and wish to be a subject.
+Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD
++Health and glad tidings to your majesty!+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?+ +CLIFFORD +
+Or is he but retired to make him strong?
+Enter below, multitudes, with halters about their necks
++He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
+Expect your highness' doom of life or death.
++Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,+ +ALL +
+To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
+Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives,
+And show'd how well you love your prince and country:
+Continue still in this so good a mind,
+And Henry, though he be infortunate,
+Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
+And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,
+I do dismiss you to your several countries.
++God save the king! God save the king!+ +Messenger +
+Enter a Messenger
++Please it your grace to be advertised+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
+And with a puissant and a mighty power
+Of gallowglasses and stout kerns
+Is marching hitherward in proud array,
+And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
+His arms are only to remove from thee
+The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms traitor.
++Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd.+ +SOMERSET +
+Like to a ship that, having 'scaped a tempest,
+Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate:
+But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed;
+And now is York in arms to second him.
+I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,
+And ask him what's the reason of these arms.
+Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
+And, Somerset, we'll commit thee thither,
+Until his army be dismiss'd from him.
++My lord,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
+Or unto death, to do my country good.
++In any case, be not too rough in terms;+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.
++I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal+ +KING HENRY VI +
+As all things shall redound unto your good.
++Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better;+
+For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
+Flourish. Exeunt
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 5, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
+ ++Enter YORK, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours ++ +YORK ++From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
+Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
+To entertain great England's lawful king.
+Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?
+Let them obey that know not how to rule;
+This hand was made to handle naught but gold.
+I cannot give due action to my words,
+Except a sword or sceptre balance it:
+A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,
+On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
+Enter BUCKINGHAM
+Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
+The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
++York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.+ +YORK +
++Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
++A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,+ +YORK +
+To know the reason of these arms in peace;
+Or why thou, being a subject as I am,
+Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
+Should raise so great a power without his leave,
+Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
++[Aside] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
+I am so angry at these abject terms;
+And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
+On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
+I am far better born than is the king,
+More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
+But I must make fair weather yet a while,
+Till Henry be more weak and I more strong,--
+Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,
+That I have given no answer all this while;
+My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
+The cause why I have brought this army hither
+Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
+Seditious to his grace and to the state.
++That is too much presumption on thy part:+ +YORK +
+But if thy arms be to no other end,
+The king hath yielded unto thy demand:
+The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
++Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?+ +BUCKINGHAM +
++Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.+ +YORK +
++Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
+Meet me to-morrow in St. George's field,
+You shall have pay and every thing you wish.
+And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
+Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
+As pledges of my fealty and love;
+I'll send them all as willing as I live:
+Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have,
+Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
++York, I commend this kind submission:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+We twain will go into his highness' tent.
+Enter KING HENRY VI and Attendants
++Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,+ +YORK +
+That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
++In all submission and humility+ +KING HENRY VI +
+York doth present himself unto your highness.
++Then what intends these forces thou dost bring?+ +YORK +
++To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,+ +IDEN +
+And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,
+Who since I heard to be discomfited.
+Enter IDEN, with CADE'S head
++If one so rude and of so mean condition+ +KING HENRY VI +
+May pass into the presence of a king,
+Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
+The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.
++The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!+ +IDEN +
+O, let me view his visage, being dead,
+That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.
+Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?
++I was, an't like your majesty.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?+ +IDEN +
++Alexander Iden, that's my name;+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.
++So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss+ +KING HENRY VI +
+He were created knight for his good service.
++Iden, kneel down.+ +IDEN +
+He kneels
+Rise up a knight.
+We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
+And will that thou henceforth attend on us.
++May Iden live to merit such a bounty.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And never live but true unto his liege!
+Rises
+Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET
++See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
++For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,+ +YORK +
+But boldly stand and front him to his face.
++How now! is Somerset at liberty?+ +SOMERSET +
+Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts,
+And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
+Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
+False king! why hast thou broken faith with me,
+Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
+King did I call thee? no, thou art not king,
+Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
+Which darest not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
+That head of thine doth not become a crown;
+Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
+And not to grace an awful princely sceptre.
+That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,
+Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
+Is able with the change to kill and cure.
+Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up
+And with the same to act controlling laws.
+Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more
+O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.
++O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,+ +YORK +
+Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown;
+Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
++Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
+Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;
+Exit Attendant
+I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
+They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
++Call hither Clifford! bid him come amain,+ +YORK +
+To say if that the bastard boys of York
+Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
+Exit BUCKINGHAM
++O blood-besotted Neapolitan,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
+The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
+Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
+That for my surety will refuse the boys!
+Enter EDWARD and RICHARD
+See where they come: I'll warrant they'll
+make it good.
+Enter CLIFFORD and YOUNG CLIFFORD
++And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.+ +CLIFFORD +
++Health and all happiness to my lord the king!+ +YORK +
+Kneels
++I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?+ +CLIFFORD +
+Nay, do not fright us with an angry look;
+We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
+For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
++This is my king, York, I do not mistake;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+But thou mistakest me much to think I do:
+To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?
++Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour+ +CLIFFORD +
+Makes him oppose himself against his king.
++He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And chop away that factious pate of his.
++He is arrested, but will not obey;+ +YORK +
+His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
++Will you not, sons?+ +EDWARD +
++Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.+ +RICHARD +
++And if words will not, then our weapons shall.+ +CLIFFORD +
++Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!+ +YORK +
++Look in a glass, and call thy image so:+ +CLIFFORD +
+I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.
+Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
+That with the very shaking of their chains
+They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:
+Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.
+Enter the WARWICK and SALISBURY
++Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.+ +RICHARD +
+And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
+If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.
++Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur+ +CLIFFORD +
+Run back and bite, because he was withheld;
+Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
+Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried:
+And such a piece of service will you do,
+If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.
++Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,+ +YORK +
+As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
++Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.+ +CLIFFORD +
++Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?+ +SALISBURY +
+Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
+Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!
+What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
+And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
+O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
+If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
+Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
+Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
+And shame thine honourable age with blood?
+Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
+Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
+For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me
+That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
++My lord, I have consider'd with myself+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The title of this most renowned duke;
+And in my conscience do repute his grace
+The rightful heir to England's royal seat.
++Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?+ +SALISBURY +
++I have.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?+ +SALISBURY +
++It is great sin to swear unto a sin,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
+Who can be bound by any solemn vow
+To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
+To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
+To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
+To wring the widow from her custom'd right,
+And have no other reason for this wrong
+But that he was bound by a solemn oath?
++A subtle traitor needs no sophister.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.+ +YORK +
++Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,+ +CLIFFORD +
+I am resolved for death or dignity.
++The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.+ +WARWICK +
++You were best to go to bed and dream again,+ +CLIFFORD +
+To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
++I am resolved to bear a greater storm+ +WARWICK +
+Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
+And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
+Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
++Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest,+ +CLIFFORD +
+The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
+This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
+As on a mountain top the cedar shows
+That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
+Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
++And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+And tread it under foot with all contempt,
+Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
++And so to arms, victorious father,+ +RICHARD +
+To quell the rebels and their complices.
++Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
++Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell.+ +RICHARD +
++If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.+
+Exeunt severally
++
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+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 5, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Saint Alban's.
+ ++Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK ++ +WARWICK ++Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls:+ +YORK +
+And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
+Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum
+And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,
+Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me:
+Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
+Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
+Enter YORK
+How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot?
++The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,+ +WARWICK +
+But match to match I have encounter'd him
+And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
+Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.
+Enter CLIFFORD
++Of one or both of us the time is come.+ +YORK +
++Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,+ +WARWICK +
+For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
++Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.+ +CLIFFORD +
+As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
+It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
+Exit
++What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?+ +YORK +
++With thy brave bearing should I be in love,+ +CLIFFORD +
+But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
++Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,+ +YORK +
+But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
++So let it help me now against thy sword+ +CLIFFORD +
+As I in justice and true right express it.
++My soul and body on the action both!+ +YORK +
++A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.+ +CLIFFORD +
+They fight, and CLIFFORD falls
++La fin couronne les oeuvres.+ +YORK +
+Dies
++Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
+Exit
+Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD
++Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;+ +RICHARD +
+Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
+Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
+Whom angry heavens do make their minister
+Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
+Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly.
+He that is truly dedicate to war
+Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself
+Hath not essentially but by circumstance
+The name of valour.
+Seeing his dead father
+O, let the vile world end,
+And the premised flames of the last day
+Knit earth and heaven together!
+Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
+Particularities and petty sounds
+To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
+To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
+The silver livery of advised age,
+And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus
+To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight
+My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
+It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
+No more will I their babes: tears virginal
+Shall be to me even as the dew to fire,
+And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims
+Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
+Henceforth I will not have to do with pity:
+Meet I an infant of the house of York,
+Into as many gobbets will I cut it
+As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
+In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
+Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house:
+As did AEneas old Anchises bear,
+So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
+But then AEneas bare a living load,
+Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.
+Exit, bearing off his father
+Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. SOMERSET is killed
++So, lie thou there;+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
+The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
+Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
+Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:
+Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
+Exit
+Fight: excursions. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and others
++Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++What are you made of? you'll nor fight nor fly:+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence,
+To give the enemy way, and to secure us
+By what we can, which can no more but fly.
+Alarum afar off
+If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
+Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape,
+As well we may, if not through your neglect,
+We shall to London get, where you are loved
+And where this breach now in our fortunes made
+May readily be stopp'd.
+Re-enter YOUNG CLIFFORD
++But that my heart's on future mischief set,+
+I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly:
+But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
+Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
+Away, for your relief! and we will live
+To see their day and them our fortune give:
+Away, my lord, away!
+Exeunt
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/2henryvi.5.3.html b/data/2henryvi.5.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a6826e5904355afcafa3f91d10956cdc56f7a279 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/2henryvi.5.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 5, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Fields near St. Alban's. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 5, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene +SCENE III. Fields near St. Alban's.
+ ++Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with drum and colours ++ +YORK ++Of Salisbury, who can report of him,+ +RICHARD +
+That winter lion, who in rage forgets
+Aged contusions and all brush of time,
+And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
+Repairs him with occasion? This happy day
+Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
+If Salisbury be lost.
++My noble father,+ +SALISBURY +
+Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
+Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
+Persuaded him from any further act:
+But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
+And like rich hangings in a homely house,
+So was his will in his old feeble body.
+But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
+Enter SALISBURY
++Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;+ +YORK +
+By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard:
+God knows how long it is I have to live;
+And it hath pleased him that three times to-day
+You have defended me from imminent death.
+Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
+'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
+Being opposites of such repairing nature.
++I know our safety is to follow them;+ +WARWICK +
+For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
+To call a present court of parliament.
+Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.
+What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?
++After them! nay, before them, if we can.+
+Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
+Saint Alban's battle won by famous York
+Shall be eternized in all age to come.
+Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
+And more such days as these to us befall!
+Exeunt
+ diff --git a/data/2kinghenryiv.html b/data/2kinghenryiv.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3ebbf1fc1f424d5b4428decd4349e8765da95d46 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/2kinghenryiv.html @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ + + + +Henry IV, part 2: List of Scenes + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Fourth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry IV, part 2 + Entire play in one page
+ +Induction: Induction
++Act 1, Scene 1: The same.
+Act 1, Scene 2: London. A street.
+Act 1, Scene 3: York. The Archbishop's palace.
++Act 2, Scene 1: London. A street.
+Act 2, Scene 2: London. Another street.
+Act 2, Scene 3: Warkworth. Before the castle.
+Act 2, Scene 4: London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap.
++Act 3, Scene 1: Westminster. The palace.
+Act 3, Scene 2: Gloucestershire. Before SHALLOW'S house.
++Act 4, Scene 1: Yorkshire. Gaultree Forest.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Another part of the forest.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Another part of the forest.
+Act 4, Scene 4: Westminster. The Jerusalem Chamber.
+Act 4, Scene 5: Another chamber.
++Act 5, Scene 1: Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S house.
+
+Act 5, Scene 2: Westminster. The palace.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Gloucestershire. SHALLOW'S orchard.
+Act 5, Scene 4: London. A street.
+Act 5, Scene 5: A public place near Westminster Abbey.
+ + + + diff --git a/data/2kinghenryvi.html b/data/2kinghenryvi.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..84da5b34a55343b3186d9acbe77113dd15cd182a --- /dev/null +++ b/data/2kinghenryvi.html @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ + + +Henry VI, part 2: List of Scenes + + + + + + ++
+ +The Second part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + Entire play in one page
+ ++Act 1, Scene 1: London. The palace.
+Act 1, Scene 2: GLOUCESTER'S house.
+Act 1, Scene 3: The palace.
+Act 1, Scene 4: GLOUCESTER's garden.
++Act 2, Scene 1: Saint Alban's.
+Act 2, Scene 2: London. YORK'S garden.
+Act 2, Scene 3: A hall of justice.
+Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
++Act 3, Scene 1: The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.
+Act 3, Scene 2: Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.
+Act 3, Scene 3: A bedchamber.
++Act 4, Scene 1: The coast of Kent.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Blackheath.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Another part of Blackheath.
+Act 4, Scene 4: London. The palace.
+Act 4, Scene 5: London. The Tower.
+Act 4, Scene 6: London. Cannon Street.
+Act 4, Scene 7: London. Smithfield.
+Act 4, Scene 8: Southwark.
+Act 4, Scene 9: Kenilworth Castle.
+Act 4, Scene 10: Kent. IDEN's garden.
++Act 5, Scene 1: Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
+
+Act 5, Scene 2: Saint Alban's.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Fields near St. Alban's.
+ + + + diff --git a/data/3henryvi.1.1.html b/data/3henryvi.1.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0d89ca53eb666d1524af1039f9468ddc65039c5e --- /dev/null +++ b/data/3henryvi.1.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,810 @@ + + +SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.
+ ++Alarum. Enter YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers ++ +WARWICK ++I wonder how the king escaped our hands.+ +YORK +
++While we pursued the horsemen of the north,+ +EDWARD +
+He slily stole away and left his men:
+Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
+Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
+Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
+Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
+Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in
+Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
++Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,+ +MONTAGUE +
+Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
+I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
+That this is true, father, behold his blood.
++And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,+ +RICHARD +
+Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.
++Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.+ +YORK +
+Throwing down SOMERSET's head
++Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.+ +NORFOLK +
+But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
++Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!+ +RICHARD +
++Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.+ +WARWICK +
++And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,+ +YORK +
+Before I see thee seated in that throne
+Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
+I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
+This is the palace of the fearful king,
+And this the regal seat: possess it, York;
+For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'
++Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;+ +NORFOLK +
+For hither we have broken in by force.
++We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.+ +YORK +
++Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;+ +WARWICK +
+And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
+They go up
++And when the king comes, offer no violence,+ +YORK +
+Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
++The queen this day here holds her parliament,+ +RICHARD +
+But little thinks we shall be of her council:
+By words or blows here let us win our right.
++Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.+ +WARWICK +
++The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,+ +YORK +
+Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
+And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
+Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
++Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;+ +WARWICK +
+I mean to take possession of my right.
++Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
+Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.
+I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:
+Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
+Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest
++My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
+Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
+To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
+Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father.
+And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
+On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
++If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!+ +CLIFFORD +
++The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
++Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.+ +CLIFFORD +
++Patience is for poltroons, such as he:+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+He durst not sit there, had your father lived.
+My gracious lord, here in the parliament
+Let us assail the family of York.
++Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Ah, know you not the city favours them,+ +EXETER +
+And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
++But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,+ +YORK +
+To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
+Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats
+Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
+Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
+and kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
+I am thy sovereign.
++I am thine.+ +EXETER +
++For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York.+ +YORK +
++'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.+ +EXETER +
++Thy father was a traitor to the crown.+ +WARWICK +
++Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown+ +CLIFFORD +
+In following this usurping Henry.
++Whom should he follow but his natural king?+ +WARWICK +
++True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?+ +YORK +
++It must and shall be so: content thyself.+ +WARWICK +
++Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;+ +WARWICK +
+And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
++And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+That we are those which chased you from the field
+And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
+March'd through the city to the palace gates.
++Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;+ +WESTMORELAND +
+And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
++Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,+ +CLIFFORD +
+Thy kinsman and thy friends, I'll have more lives
+Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
++Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,+ +WARWICK +
+I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
+As shall revenge his death before I stir.
++Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!+ +YORK +
++Will you we show our title to the crown?+ +KING HENRY VI +
+If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
++What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?+ +WARWICK +
+Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;
+Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March:
+I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
+Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
+And seized upon their towns and provinces.
++Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++The lord protector lost it, and not I:+ +RICHARD +
+When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.
++You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.+ +EDWARD +
+Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
++Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.+ +MONTAGUE +
++Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,+ +RICHARD +
+Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
++Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.+ +YORK +
++Sons, peace!+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.+ +WARWICK +
++Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And be you silent and attentive too,
+For he that interrupts him shall not live.
++Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,+ +WARWICK +
+Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
+No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
+Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,
+And now in England to our heart's great sorrow,
+Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
+My title's good, and better far than his.
++Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.+ +YORK +
++'Twas by rebellion against his king.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++[Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.--+ +YORK +
+Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
++What then?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++An if he may, then am I lawful king;+ +YORK +
+For Richard, in the view of many lords,
+Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
+Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
++He rose against him, being his sovereign,+ +WARWICK +
+And made him to resign his crown perforce.
++Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,+ +EXETER +
+Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
++No; for he could not so resign his crown+ +KING HENRY VI +
+But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
++Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?+ +EXETER +
++His is the right, and therefore pardon me.+ +YORK +
++Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?+ +EXETER +
++My conscience tells me he is lawful king.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++[Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,+ +WARWICK +
+Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
++Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++Thou art deceived: 'tis not thy southern power,+ +CLIFFORD +
+Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
+Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
+Can set the duke up in despite of me.
++King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence:
+May that ground gape and swallow me alive,
+Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
++O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!+ +YORK +
++Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.+ +WARWICK +
+What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
++Do right unto this princely Duke of York,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Or I will fill the house with armed men,
+And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
+Write up his title with usurping blood.
+He stamps with his foot and the soldiers show themselves
++My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:+ +YORK +
+Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
++Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.
++I am content: Richard Plantagenet,+ +CLIFFORD +
+Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
++What wrong is this unto the prince your son!+ +WARWICK +
++What good is this to England and himself!+ +WESTMORELAND +
++Base, fearful and despairing Henry!+ +CLIFFORD +
++How hast thou injured both thyself and us!+ +WESTMORELAND +
++I cannot stay to hear these articles.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++Nor I.+ +CLIFFORD +
++Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
++Be thou a prey unto the house of York,+ +CLIFFORD +
+And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
++In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,+ +WARWICK +
+Or live in peace abandon'd and despised!
+Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, and WESTMORELAND
++Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.+ +EXETER +
++They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Ah, Exeter!+ +WARWICK +
++ Why should you sigh, my lord?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,+ +YORK +
+Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
+But be it as it may: I here entail
+The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;
+Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
+To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
+To honour me as thy king and sovereign,
+And neither by treason nor hostility
+To seek to put me down and reign thyself.
++This oath I willingly take and will perform.+ +WARWICK +
++Long live King Henry! Plantagenet embrace him.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++And long live thou and these thy forward sons!+ +YORK +
++Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.+ +EXETER +
++Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes!+ +YORK +
+Sennet. Here they come down
++Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.+ +WARWICK +
++And I'll keep London with my soldiers.+ +NORFOLK +
++And I to Norfolk with my followers.+ +MONTAGUE +
++And I unto the sea from whence I came.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Exeunt YORK, EDWARD, EDMUND, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, their Soldiers, and Attendants
++And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.+ +EXETER +
+Enter QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD
++Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I'll steal away.
++ Exeter, so will I.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Who can be patient in such extremes?+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid
+And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
+Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father
+Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus?
+Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,
+Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
+Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood,
+Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,
+Rather than have that savage duke thine heir
+And disinherited thine only son.
++Father, you cannot disinherit me:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+If you be king, why should not I succeed?
++Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.
++Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!
+Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me;
+And given unto the house of York such head
+As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
+To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
+What is it, but to make thy sepulchre
+And creep into it far before thy time?
+Warwick is chancellor and the lord of Calais;
+Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;
+The duke is made protector of the realm;
+And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds
+The trembling lamb environed with wolves.
+Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
+The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes
+Before I would have granted to that act.
+But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour:
+And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself
+Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
+Until that act of parliament be repeal'd
+Whereby my son is disinherited.
+The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours
+Will follow mine, if once they see them spread;
+And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace
+And utter ruin of the house of York.
+Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let's away;
+Our army is ready; come, we'll after them.
++Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
++When I return with victory from the field+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her.
++Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Exeunt QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD
++Poor queen! how love to me and to her son+ +EXETER +
+Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
+Revenged may she be on that hateful duke,
+Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
+Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle
+Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!
+The loss of those three lords torments my heart:
+I'll write unto them and entreat them fair.
+Come, cousin you shall be the messenger.
++And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Sandal Castle.
+ ++Enter RICHARD, EDWARD, and MONTAGUE ++ +RICHARD ++Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.+ +EDWARD +
++No, I can better play the orator.+ +MONTAGUE +
++But I have reasons strong and forcible.+ +YORK +
+Enter YORK
++Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?+ +EDWARD +
+What is your quarrel? how began it first?
++No quarrel, but a slight contention.+ +YORK +
++About what?+ +RICHARD +
++About that which concerns your grace and us;+ +YORK +
+The crown of England, father, which is yours.
++Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead.+ +RICHARD +
++Your right depends not on his life or death.+ +EDWARD +
++Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:+ +YORK +
+By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
+It will outrun you, father, in the end.
++I took an oath that he should quietly reign.+ +EDWARD +
++But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:+ +RICHARD +
+I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
++No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.+ +YORK +
++I shall be, if I claim by open war.+ +RICHARD +
++I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.+ +YORK +
++Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.+ +RICHARD +
++An oath is of no moment, being not took+ +YORK +
+Before a true and lawful magistrate,
+That hath authority over him that swears:
+Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
+Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
+Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
+Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
+How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
+Within whose circuit is Elysium
+And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
+Why do we finger thus? I cannot rest
+Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
+Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.
++Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.+ +Messenger +
+Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
+And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
+Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk,
+And tell him privily of our intent.
+You Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
+With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise:
+In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
+Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
+While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more,
+But that I seek occasion how to rise,
+And yet the king not privy to my drift,
+Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
+Enter a Messenger
+But, stay: what news? Why comest thou in such post?
++The queen with all the northern earls and lords+ +YORK +
+Intend here to besiege you in your castle:
+She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
+And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.
++Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them?+ +MONTAGUE +
+Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
+My brother Montague shall post to London:
+Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
+Whom we have left protectors of the king,
+With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
+And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.
++Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not:+ +JOHN MORTIMER +
+And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
+Exit
+Enter JOHN MORTIMER and HUGH MORTIMER
+Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
+You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
+The army of the queen mean to besiege us.
++She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.+ +YORK +
++What, with five thousand men?+ +RICHARD +
++Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:+ +EDWARD +
+A woman's general; what should we fear?
+A march afar off
++I hear their drums: let's set our men in order,+ +YORK +
+And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
++Five men to twenty! though the odds be great,+
+I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
+Many a battle have I won in France,
+When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
+Why should I not now have the like success?
+Alarum. Exeunt
++
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+ ++Alarums. Enter RUTLAND and his Tutor ++ +RUTLAND ++Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?+ +CLIFFORD +
+Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!
+Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers
++Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.+ +Tutor +
+As for the brat of this accursed duke,
+Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
++And I, my lord, will bear him company.+ +CLIFFORD +
++Soldiers, away with him!+ +Tutor +
++Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,+ +CLIFFORD +
+Lest thou be hated both of God and man!
+Exit, dragged off by Soldiers
++How now! is he dead already? or is it fear+ +RUTLAND +
+That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.
++So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch+ +CLIFFORD +
+That trembles under his devouring paws;
+And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey,
+And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder.
+Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,
+And not with such a cruel threatening look.
+Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.
+I am too mean a subject for thy wrath:
+Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.
++In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood+ +RUTLAND +
+Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.
++Then let my father's blood open it again:+ +CLIFFORD +
+He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
++Had thy brethren here, their lives and thine+ +RUTLAND +
+Were not revenge sufficient for me;
+No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves
+And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
+It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
+The sight of any of the house of York
+Is as a fury to torment my soul;
+And till I root out their accursed line
+And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
+Therefore--
+Lifting his hand
++O, let me pray before I take my death!+ +CLIFFORD +
+To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!
++Such pity as my rapier's point affords.+ +RUTLAND +
++I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?+ +CLIFFORD +
++Thy father hath.+ +RUTLAND +
++ But 'twas ere I was born.+ +CLIFFORD +
+Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
+Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
+He be as miserably slain as I.
+Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
+And when I give occasion of offence,
+Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
++No cause!+ +RUTLAND +
+Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
+Stabs him
++Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!+ +CLIFFORD +
+Dies
++Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!+
+And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
+Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
+Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.
+Exit
++
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+ ++Alarum. Enter YORK ++ +YORK ++The army of the queen hath got the field:+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
+And all my followers to the eager foe
+Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind
+Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves.
+My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them:
+But this I know, they have demean'd themselves
+Like men born to renown by life or death.
+Three times did Richard make a lane to me.
+And thrice cried 'Courage, father! fight it out!'
+And full as oft came Edward to my side,
+With purple falchion, painted to the hilt
+In blood of those that had encounter'd him:
+And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
+Richard cried 'Charge! and give no foot of ground!'
+And cried 'A crown, or else a glorious tomb!
+A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!'
+With this, we charged again: but, out, alas!
+We bodged again; as I have seen a swan
+With bootless labour swim against the tide
+And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
+A short alarum within
+Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue;
+And I am faint and cannot fly their fury:
+And were I strong, I would not shun their fury:
+The sands are number'd that make up my life;
+Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
+Enter QUEEN MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, PRINCE EDWARD, and Soldiers
+Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,
+I dare your quenchless fury to more rage:
+I am your butt, and I abide your shot.
++Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.+ +CLIFFORD +
++Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm,+ +YORK +
+With downright payment, show'd unto my father.
+Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,
+And made an evening at the noontide prick.
++My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth+ +CLIFFORD +
+A bird that will revenge upon you all:
+And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,
+Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.
+Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear?
++So cowards fight when they can fly no further;+ +YORK +
+So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
+So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
+Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
++O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,+ +CLIFFORD +
+And in thy thought o'er-run my former time;
+And, if though canst for blushing, view this face,
+And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice
+Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this!
++I will not bandy with thee word for word,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.
++Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.
+Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.
++Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much+ +CLIFFORD +
+To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart:
+What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
+For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
+When he might spurn him with his foot away?
+It is war's prize to take all vantages;
+And ten to one is no impeach of valour.
+They lay hands on YORK, who struggles
++Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++So doth the cony struggle in the net.+ +YORK +
++So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd.
++What would your grace have done unto him now?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,+ +CLIFFORD +
+Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
+That raught at mountains with outstretched arms,
+Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.
+What! was it you that would be England's king?
+Was't you that revell'd in our parliament,
+And made a preachment of your high descent?
+Where are your mess of sons to back you now?
+The wanton Edward, and the lusty George?
+And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy,
+Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice
+Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
+Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
+Look, York: I stain'd this napkin with the blood
+That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,
+Made issue from the bosom of the boy;
+And if thine eyes can water for his death,
+I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
+Alas poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
+I should lament thy miserable state.
+I prithee, grieve, to make me merry, York.
+What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails
+That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death?
+Why art thou patient, man? thou shouldst be mad;
+And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
+Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
+Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport:
+York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.
+A crown for York! and, lords, bow low to him:
+Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.
+Putting a paper crown on his head
+Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!
+Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair,
+And this is he was his adopted heir.
+But how is it that great Plantagenet
+Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath?
+As I bethink me, you should not be king
+Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.
+And will you pale your head in Henry's glory,
+And rob his temples of the diadem,
+Now in his life, against your holy oath?
+O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable!
+Off with the crown, and with the crown his head;
+And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.
++That is my office, for my father's sake.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes.+ +YORK +
++She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth!
+How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
+To triumph, like an Amazonian trull,
+Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
+But that thy face is, vizard-like, unchanging,
+Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
+I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.
+To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived,
+Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.
+Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
+Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem,
+Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
+Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?
+It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
+Unless the adage must be verified,
+That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
+'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
+But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small:
+'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;
+The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at:
+'Tis government that makes them seem divine;
+The want thereof makes thee abominable:
+Thou art as opposite to every good
+As the Antipodes are unto us,
+Or as the south to the septentrion.
+O tiger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide!
+How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
+To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
+And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
+Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible;
+Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
+Bids't thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish:
+Wouldst have me weep? why, now thou hast thy will:
+For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
+And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
+These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies:
+And every drop cries vengeance for his death,
+'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false
+Frenchwoman.
++Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so+ +YORK +
+That hardly can I cheque my eyes from tears.
++That face of his the hungry cannibals+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood:
+But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
+O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.
+See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:
+This cloth thou dip'dst in blood of my sweet boy,
+And I with tears do wash the blood away.
+Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
+And if thou tell'st the heavy story right,
+Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
+Yea even my foes will shed fast-falling tears,
+And say 'Alas, it was a piteous deed!'
+There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my curse;
+And in thy need such comfort come to thee
+As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!
+Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world:
+My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!
++Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I should not for my life but weep with him.
+To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
++What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?+ +CLIFFORD +
+Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
+And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
++Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Stabbing him
++And here's to right our gentle-hearted king.+ +YORK +
+Stabbing him
++Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.
+Dies
++Off with his head, and set it on York gates;+
+So York may overlook the town of York.
+Flourish. Exeunt
++
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+ ++A march. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and their power ++ +EDWARD ++I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,+ +RICHARD +
+Or whether he be 'scaped away or no
+From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit:
+Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news;
+Had he been slain, we should have heard the news;
+Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard
+The happy tidings of his good escape.
+How fares my brother? why is he so sad?
++I cannot joy, until I be resolved+ +EDWARD +
+Where our right valiant father is become.
+I saw him in the battle range about;
+And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
+Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
+As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
+Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
+Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
+The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
+So fared our father with his enemies;
+So fled his enemies my warlike father:
+Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.
+See how the morning opes her golden gates,
+And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
+How well resembles it the prime of youth,
+Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
++Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?+ +RICHARD +
++Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;+ +EDWARD +
+Not separated with the racking clouds,
+But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
+See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
+As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
+Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
+In this the heaven figures some event.
++'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.+ +RICHARD +
+I think it cites us, brother, to the field,
+That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
+Each one already blazing by our meeds,
+Should notwithstanding join our lights together
+And over-shine the earth as this the world.
+Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
+Upon my target three fair-shining suns.
++Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it,+ +Messenger +
+You love the breeder better than the male.
+Enter a Messenger
+But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
+Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?
++Ah, one that was a woful looker-on+ +EDWARD +
+When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
+Your princely father and my loving lord!
++O, speak no more, for I have heard too much.+ +RICHARD +
++Say how he died, for I will hear it all.+ +Messenger +
++Environed he was with many foes,+ +EDWARD +
+And stood against them, as the hope of Troy
+Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy.
+But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
+And many strokes, though with a little axe,
+Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
+By many hands your father was subdued;
+But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm
+Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen,
+Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite,
+Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept,
+The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks
+A napkin steeped in the harmless blood
+Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain:
+And after many scorns, many foul taunts,
+They took his head, and on the gates of York
+They set the same; and there it doth remain,
+The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd.
++Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,+ +RICHARD +
+Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
+O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain
+The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
+And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,
+For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.
+Now my soul's palace is become a prison:
+Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body
+Might in the ground be closed up in rest!
+For never henceforth shall I joy again,
+Never, O never shall I see more joy!
++ I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture+ +EDWARD +
+Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart:
+Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen;
+For selfsame wind that I should speak withal
+Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,
+And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.
+To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
+Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me
+Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,
+Or die renowned by attempting it.
++His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;+ +RICHARD +
+His dukedom and his chair with me is left.
++Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,+ +WARWICK +
+Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun:
+For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say;
+Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.
+March. Enter WARWICK, MONTAGUE, and their army
++How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?+ +RICHARD +
++Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount+ +EDWARD +
+Our baleful news, and at each word's deliverance
+Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,
+The words would add more anguish than the wounds.
+O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!
++O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,+ +WARWICK +
+Which held three dearly as his soul's redemption,
+Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
++Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears;+ +EDWARD +
+And now, to add more measure to your woes,
+I come to tell you things sith then befall'n.
+After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
+Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
+Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,
+Were brought me of your loss and his depart.
+I, then in London keeper of the king,
+Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,
+And very well appointed, as I thought,
+March'd toward Saint Alban's to intercept the queen,
+Bearing the king in my behalf along;
+For by my scouts I was advertised
+That she was coming with a full intent
+To dash our late decree in parliament
+Touching King Henry's oath and your succession.
+Short tale to make, we at Saint Alban's met
+Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought:
+But whether 'twas the coldness of the king,
+Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,
+That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen;
+Or whether 'twas report of her success;
+Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,
+Who thunders to his captives blood and death,
+I cannot judge: but to conclude with truth,
+Their weapons like to lightning came and went;
+Our soldiers', like the night-owl's lazy flight,
+Or like an idle thresher with a flail,
+Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
+I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause,
+With promise of high pay and great rewards:
+But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,
+And we in them no hope to win the day;
+So that we fled; the king unto the queen;
+Lord George your brother, Norfolk and myself,
+In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you:
+For in the marches here we heard you were,
+Making another head to fight again.
++Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?+ +WARWICK +
+And when came George from Burgundy to England?
++Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;+ +RICHARD +
+And for your brother, he was lately sent
+From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
+With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
++'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:+ +WARWICK +
+Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
+But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.
++Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;+ +RICHARD +
+For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
+Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head,
+And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
+Were he as famous and as bold in war
+As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
++I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not:+ +WARWICK +
+'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.
+But in this troublous time what's to be done?
+Shall we go throw away our coats of steel,
+And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,
+Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?
+Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
+Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
+If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
++Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out;+ +RICHARD +
+And therefore comes my brother Montague.
+Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen,
+With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,
+And of their feather many more proud birds,
+Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.
+He swore consent to your succession,
+His oath enrolled in the parliament;
+And now to London all the crew are gone,
+To frustrate both his oath and what beside
+May make against the house of Lancaster.
+Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong:
+Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself,
+With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,
+Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,
+Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,
+Why, Via! to London will we march amain,
+And once again bestride our foaming steeds,
+And once again cry 'Charge upon our foes!'
+But never once again turn back and fly.
++Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:+ +EDWARD +
+Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,
+That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay.
++Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;+ +WARWICK +
+And when thou fail'st--as God forbid the hour!--
+Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
++No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:+ +RICHARD +
+The next degree is England's royal throne;
+For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd
+In every borough as we pass along;
+And he that throws not up his cap for joy
+Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.
+King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,
+Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown,
+But sound the trumpets, and about our task.
++Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,+ +EDWARD +
+As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
+I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
++Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us!+ +WARWICK +
+Enter a Messenger
++How now! what news?+ +Messenger +
++The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,+ +WARWICK +
+The queen is coming with a puissant host;
+And craves your company for speedy counsel.
++Why then it sorts, brave warriors, let's away.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, CLIFFORD, and NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and trumpets ++ +QUEEN MARGARET ++Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy
+That sought to be encompass'd with your crown:
+Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
++Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck:+ +CLIFFORD +
+To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
+Withhold revenge, dear God! 'tis not my fault,
+Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow.
++My gracious liege, this too much lenity+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And harmful pity must be laid aside.
+To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
+Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
+Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?
+Not his that spoils her young before her face.
+Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?
+Not he that sets his foot upon her back.
+The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,
+And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
+Ambitious York doth level at thy crown,
+Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows:
+He, but a duke, would have his son a king,
+And raise his issue, like a loving sire;
+Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son,
+Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
+Which argued thee a most unloving father.
+Unreasonable creatures feed their young;
+And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,
+Yet, in protection of their tender ones,
+Who hath not seen them, even with those wings
+Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,
+Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,
+Offer their own lives in their young's defence?
+For shame, my liege, make them your precedent!
+Were it not pity that this goodly boy
+Should lose his birthright by his father's fault,
+And long hereafter say unto his child,
+'What my great-grandfather and his grandsire got
+My careless father fondly gave away'?
+Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy;
+And let his manly face, which promiseth
+Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart
+To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
++Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Inferring arguments of mighty force.
+But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear
+That things ill-got had ever bad success?
+And happy always was it for that son
+Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?
+I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
+And would my father had left me no more!
+For all the rest is held at such a rate
+As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep
+Than in possession and jot of pleasure.
+Ah, cousin York! would thy best friends did know
+How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!
++My lord, cheer up your spirits: our foes are nigh,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And this soft courage makes your followers faint.
+You promised knighthood to our forward son:
+Unsheathe your sword, and dub him presently.
+Edward, kneel down.
++Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;+ +PRINCE +
+And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.
++My gracious father, by your kingly leave,+ +CLIFFORD +
+I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
+And in that quarrel use it to the death.
++Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.+ +Messenger +
+Enter a Messenger
++Royal commanders, be in readiness:+ +CLIFFORD +
+For with a band of thirty thousand men
+Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York;
+And in the towns, as they do march along,
+Proclaims him king, and many fly to him:
+Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.
++I would your highness would depart the field:+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+The queen hath best success when you are absent.
++Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++Be it with resolution then to fight.+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
++My royal father, cheer these noble lords+ +EDWARD +
+And hearten those that fight in your defence:
+Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry 'Saint George!'
+March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers
++Now, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And set thy diadem upon my head;
+Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
++Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!+ +EDWARD +
+Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
+Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
++I am his king, and he should bow his knee;+ +CLIFFORD +
+I was adopted heir by his consent:
+Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,
+You, that are king, though he do wear the crown,
+Have caused him, by new act of parliament,
+To blot out me, and put his own son in.
++And reason too:+ +RICHARD +
+Who should succeed the father but the son?
++Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!+ +CLIFFORD +
++Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,+ +RICHARD +
+Or any he the proudest of thy sort.
++'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?+ +CLIFFORD +
++Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.+ +RICHARD +
++For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.+ +WARWICK +
++What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?+ +WARWICK +
+When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,
+Your legs did better service than your hands.
++Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.+ +CLIFFORD +
++You said so much before, and yet you fled.+ +WARWICK +
++'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.+ +RICHARD +
++Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.+ +CLIFFORD +
+Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
+The execution of my big-swoln heart
+Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
++I slew thy father, call'st thou him a child?+ +RICHARD +
++Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland;
+But ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed.
++Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++I prithee, give no limits to my tongue:+ +CLIFFORD +
+I am a king, and privileged to speak.
++My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here+ +RICHARD +
+Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
++Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:+ +EDWARD +
+By him that made us all, I am resolved
+that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.
++Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?+ +WARWICK +
+A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day,
+That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
++If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+For York in justice puts his armour on.
++If that be right which Warwick says is right,+ +RICHARD +
+There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
++Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
++But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;+ +RICHARD +
+But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,
+Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
+As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
++Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,+ +EDWARD +
+Whose father bears the title of a king,--
+As if a channel should be call'd the sea,--
+Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
+To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
++A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,+ +GEORGE +
+To make this shameless callet know herself.
+Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
+Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
+And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd
+By that false woman, as this king by thee.
+His father revell'd in the heart of France,
+And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop;
+And had he match'd according to his state,
+He might have kept that glory to this day;
+But when he took a beggar to his bed,
+And graced thy poor sire with his bridal-day,
+Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him,
+That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France,
+And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.
+For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride?
+Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;
+And we, in pity of the gentle king,
+Had slipp'd our claim until another age.
++But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,+ +EDWARD +
+And that thy summer bred us no increase,
+We set the axe to thy usurping root;
+And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,
+Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike,
+We'll never leave till we have hewn thee down,
+Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.
++And, in this resolution, I defy thee;+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Not willing any longer conference,
+Since thou deniest the gentle king to speak.
+Sound trumpets! let our bloody colours wave!
+And either victory, or else a grave.
++Stay, Edward.+ +EDWARD +
++No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay:+
+These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in
+ ++Yorkshire.+ +WARWICK +
+Alarum. Excursions. Enter WARWICK
++Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,+ +EDWARD +
+I lay me down a little while to breathe;
+For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
+Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
+And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.
+Enter EDWARD, running
++Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!+ +WARWICK +
+For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.
++How now, my lord! what hap? what hope of good?+ +GEORGE +
+Enter GEORGE
++Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;+ +EDWARD +
+Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us:
+What counsel give you? whither shall we fly?
++Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;+ +RICHARD +
+And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.
+Enter RICHARD
++Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?+ +WARWICK +
+Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
+Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;
+And in the very pangs of death he cried,
+Like to a dismal clangour heard from far,
+'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!'
+So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
+That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
+The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
++Then let the earth be drunken with our blood:+ +EDWARD +
+I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly.
+Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,
+Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage;
+And look upon, as if the tragedy
+Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors?
+Here on my knee I vow to God above,
+I'll never pause again, never stand still,
+Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine
+Or fortune given me measure of revenge.
++O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine;+ +RICHARD +
+And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!
+And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face,
+I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee,
+Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,
+Beseeching thee, if with they will it stands
+That to my foes this body must be prey,
+Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope,
+And give sweet passage to my sinful soul!
+Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,
+Where'er it be, in heaven or in earth.
++Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,+ +WARWICK +
+Let me embrace thee in my weary arms:
+I, that did never weep, now melt with woe
+That winter should cut off our spring-time so.
++Away, away! Once more, sweet lords farewell.+ +GEORGE +
++Yet let us all together to our troops,+
+And give them leave to fly that will not stay;
+And call them pillars that will stand to us;
+And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards
+As victors wear at the Olympian games:
+This may plant courage in their quailing breasts;
+For yet is hope of life and victory.
+Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Excursions. Enter RICHARD and CLIFFORD ++ +RICHARD ++Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone:+ +CLIFFORD +
+Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
+And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
+Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.
++Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:+ +RICHARD +
+This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;
+And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;
+And here's the heart that triumphs in their death
+And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother
+To execute the like upon thyself;
+And so, have at thee!
+They fight. WARWICK comes; CLIFFORD flies
++Nay Warwick, single out some other chase;+
+For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Alarum. Enter KING HENRY VI alone ++ +KING HENRY VI ++This battle fares like to the morning's war,+ +Son +
+When dying clouds contend with growing light,
+What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,
+Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
+Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea
+Forced by the tide to combat with the wind;
+Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea
+Forced to retire by fury of the wind:
+Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;
+Now one the better, then another best;
+Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
+Yet neither conqueror nor conquered:
+So is the equal of this fell war.
+Here on this molehill will I sit me down.
+To whom God will, there be the victory!
+For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,
+Have chid me from the battle; swearing both
+They prosper best of all when I am thence.
+Would I were dead! if God's good will were so;
+For what is in this world but grief and woe?
+O God! methinks it were a happy life,
+To be no better than a homely swain;
+To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
+To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
+Thereby to see the minutes how they run,
+How many make the hour full complete;
+How many hours bring about the day;
+How many days will finish up the year;
+How many years a mortal man may live.
+When this is known, then to divide the times:
+So many hours must I tend my flock;
+So many hours must I take my rest;
+So many hours must I contemplate;
+So many hours must I sport myself;
+So many days my ewes have been with young;
+So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean:
+So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
+So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
+Pass'd over to the end they were created,
+Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
+Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely!
+Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade
+To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,
+Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy
+To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
+O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.
+And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds,
+His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle.
+His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,
+All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,
+Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
+His viands sparkling in a golden cup,
+His body couched in a curious bed,
+When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.
+Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body
++Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight,
+May be possessed with some store of crowns;
+And I, that haply take them from him now,
+May yet ere night yield both my life and them
+To some man else, as this dead man doth me.
+Who's this? O God! it is my father's face,
+Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.
+O heavy times, begetting such events!
+From London by the king was I press'd forth;
+My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,
+Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;
+And I, who at his hands received my life, him
+Have by my hands of life bereaved him.
+Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!
+And pardon, father, for I knew not thee!
+My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;
+And no more words till they have flow'd their fill.
++O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!+ +Father +
+Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,
+Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.
+Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear;
+And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,
+Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharged with grief.
+Enter a Father that has killed his son, bringing in the body
++Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold:
+For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
+But let me see: is this our foeman's face?
+Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!
+Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,
+Throw up thine eye! see, see what showers arise,
+Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,
+Upon thy words, that kill mine eye and heart!
+O, pity, God, this miserable age!
+What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
+Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,
+This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
+O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
+And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
++Woe above woe! grief more than common grief!+ +Son +
+O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!
+O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!
+The red rose and the white are on his face,
+The fatal colours of our striving houses:
+The one his purple blood right well resembles;
+The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth:
+Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;
+If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
++How will my mother for a father's death+ +Father +
+Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied!
++How will my wife for slaughter of my son+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Shed seas of tears and ne'er be satisfied!
++How will the country for these woful chances+ +Son +
+Misthink the king and not be satisfied!
++Was ever son so rued a father's death?+ +Father +
++Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe?+ +Son +
+Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.
++I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.+ +Father +
+Exit with the body
++These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,
+For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;
+My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
+And so obsequious will thy father be,
+Even for the loss of thee, having no more,
+As Priam was for all his valiant sons.
+I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will,
+For I have murdered where I should not kill.
+Exit with the body
++Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Here sits a king more woful than you are.
+Alarums: excursions. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, and EXETER
++Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
+Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
++Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain:+ +EXETER +
+Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
+Having the fearful flying hare in sight,
+With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath,
+And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,
+Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.
++Away! for vengeance comes along with them:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
+Or else come after: I'll away before.
++Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:+
+Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
+Whither the queen intends. Forward; away!
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 2, Scene 6 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VI. Another part of the field.
+ ++A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded ++ +CLIFFORD ++Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,+ +EDWARD +
+Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
+O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow
+More than my body's parting with my soul!
+My love and fear glued many friends to thee;
+And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts.
+Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York,
+The common people swarm like summer flies;
+And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?
+And who shines now but Henry's enemies?
+O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent
+That Phaethon should cheque thy fiery steeds,
+Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!
+And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
+Or as thy father and his father did,
+Giving no ground unto the house of York,
+They never then had sprung like summer flies;
+I and ten thousand in this luckless realm
+Had left no mourning widows for our death;
+And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.
+For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?
+And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?
+Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
+No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight:
+The foe is merciless, and will not pity;
+For at their hands I have deserved no pity.
+The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
+And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
+Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
+I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.
+He faints
+Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers
++Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause,+ +WARWICK +
+And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
+Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen,
+That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
+As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,
+Command an argosy to stem the waves.
+But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
++No, 'tis impossible he should escape,+ +EDWARD +
+For, though before his face I speak the words
+Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
+And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.
+CLIFFORD groans, and dies
++Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?+ +RICHARD +
++A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.+ +EDWARD +
++See who it is: and, now the battle's ended,+ +RICHARD +
+If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
++Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;+ +WARWICK +
+Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
+In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
+But set his murdering knife unto the root
+From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,
+I mean our princely father, Duke of York.
++From off the gates of York fetch down the head,+ +EDWARD +
+Your father's head, which Clifford placed there;
+Instead whereof let this supply the room:
+Measure for measure must be answered.
++Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,+ +WARWICK +
+That nothing sung but death to us and ours:
+Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,
+And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
++I think his understanding is bereft.+ +RICHARD +
+Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?
+Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
+And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.
++O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth:+ +GEORGE +
+'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
+Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
+Which in the time of death he gave our father.
++If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.+ +RICHARD +
++Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.+ +EDWARD +
++Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.+ +WARWICK +
++Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.+ +GEORGE +
++While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.+ +RICHARD +
++Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.+ +EDWARD +
++Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee.+ +GEORGE +
++Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?+ +WARWICK +
++They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.+ +RICHARD +
++What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard+ +WARWICK +
+When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
+I know by that he's dead; and, by my soul,
+If this right hand would buy two hour's life,
+That I in all despite might rail at him,
+This hand should chop it off, and with the
+issuing blood
+Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst
+York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
++Ay, but he's dead: off with the traitor's head,+ +EDWARD +
+And rear it in the place your father's stands.
+And now to London with triumphant march,
+There to be crowned England's royal king:
+From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,
+And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen:
+So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;
+And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
+The scatter'd foe that hopes to rise again;
+For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
+Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.
+First will I see the coronation;
+And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea,
+To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
++Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;+ +RICHARD +
+For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,
+And never will I undertake the thing
+Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.
+Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,
+And George, of Clarence: Warwick, as ourself,
+Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.
++Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;+ +WARWICK +
+For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
++Tut, that's a foolish observation:+
+Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
+To see these honours in possession.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 3, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. A forest in the north of England.
+ ++Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands ++ +First Keeper ++Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;+ +Second Keeper +
+For through this laund anon the deer will come;
+And in this covert will we make our stand,
+Culling the principal of all the deer.
++I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.+ +First Keeper +
++That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow+ +Second Keeper +
+Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
+Here stand we both, and aim we at the best:
+And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
+I'll tell thee what befell me on a day
+In this self-place where now we mean to stand.
++Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Enter KING HENRY VI, disguised, with a prayerbook
++From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,+ +First Keeper +
+To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
+No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
+Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
+Thy balm wash'd off wherewith thou wast anointed:
+No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,
+No humble suitors press to speak for right,
+No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
+For how can I help them, and not myself?
++Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.
++Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,+ +Second Keeper +
+For wise men say it is the wisest course.
++Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.+ +First Keeper +
++Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++My queen and son are gone to France for aid;+ +Second Keeper +
+And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
+Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister
+To wife for Edward: if this news be true,
+Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost;
+For Warwick is a subtle orator,
+And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
+By this account then Margaret may win him;
+For she's a woman to be pitied much:
+Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
+Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
+The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;
+And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
+To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
+Ay, but she's come to beg, Warwick to give;
+She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry,
+He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
+She weeps, and says her Henry is deposed;
+He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;
+That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
+Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
+Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
+And in conclusion wins the king from her,
+With promise of his sister, and what else,
+To strengthen and support King Edward's place.
+O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,
+Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn!
++Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++More than I seem, and less than I was born to:+ +Second Keeper +
+A man at least, for less I should not be;
+And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
++Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough.+ +Second Keeper +
++But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++My crown is in my heart, not on my head;+ +Second Keeper +
+Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
+Nor to be seen: my crown is called content:
+A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
++Well, if you be a king crown'd with content,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Your crown content and you must be contented
+To go along with us; for as we think,
+You are the king King Edward hath deposed;
+And we his subjects sworn in all allegiance
+Will apprehend you as his enemy.
++But did you never swear, and break an oath?+ +Second Keeper +
++No, never such an oath; nor will not now.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Where did you dwell when I was King of England?+ +Second Keeper +
++Here in this country, where we now remain.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++I was anointed king at nine months old;+ +First Keeper +
+My father and my grandfather were kings,
+And you were sworn true subjects unto me:
+And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?
++No;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+For we were subjects but while you were king.
++Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man?+ +First Keeper +
+Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear!
+Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
+And as the air blows it to me again,
+Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
+And yielding to another when it blows,
+Commanded always by the greater gust;
+Such is the lightness of you common men.
+But do not break your oaths; for of that sin
+My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
+Go where you will, the king shall be commanded;
+And be you kings, command, and I'll obey.
++We are true subjects to the king, King Edward.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++So would you be again to Henry,+ +First Keeper +
+If he were seated as King Edward is.
++We charge you, in God's name, and the king's,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+To go with us unto the officers.
++In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:+
+And what God will, that let your king perform;
+And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 3, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. London. The palace.
+ ++Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and LADY GREY ++ +KING EDWARD IV ++Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's field+ +GLOUCESTER +
+This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
+His lands then seized on by the conqueror:
+Her suit is now to repossess those lands;
+Which we in justice cannot well deny,
+Because in quarrel of the house of York
+The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
++Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+It were dishonour to deny it her.
++It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?+ +CLARENCE +
+I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
+Before the king will grant her humble suit.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He knows the game: how true+ +GLOUCESTER +
+he keeps the wind!
++[Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Widow, we will consider of your suit;+ +LADY GREY +
+And come some other time to know our mind.
++Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+May it please your highness to resolve me now;
+And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
++[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant+ +CLARENCE +
+you all your lands,
+An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
+Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she+ +GLOUCESTER +
+chance to fall.
++[Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! for he'll+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+take vantages.
++How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.+ +CLARENCE +
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a+ +GLOUCESTER +
+child of her.
++[Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather+ +LADY GREY +
+give her two.
++Three, my most gracious lord.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+be ruled by him.
++'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.+ +LADY GREY +
++Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+you will have leave,
+Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
+GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE retire
++Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?+ +LADY GREY +
++Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++And would you not do much to do them good?+ +LADY GREY +
++To do them good, I would sustain some harm.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Then get your husband's lands, to do them good.+ +LADY GREY +
++Therefore I came unto your majesty.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.+ +LADY GREY +
++So shall you bind me to your highness' service.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?+ +LADY GREY +
++What you command, that rests in me to do.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++But you will take exceptions to my boon.+ +LADY GREY +
++No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.+ +LADY GREY +
++Why, then I will do what your grace commands.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain+ +CLARENCE +
+wears the marble.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] As red as fire! nay, then+ +LADY GREY +
+her wax must melt.
++Why stops my lord, shall I not hear my task?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.+ +LADY GREY +
++That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.+ +LADY GREY +
++I take my leave with many thousand thanks.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+with a curtsy.
++But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean.+ +LADY GREY +
++The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.+ +LADY GREY +
+What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
++My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
++No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.+ +LADY GREY +
++Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++But now you partly may perceive my mind.+ +LADY GREY +
++My mind will never grant what I perceive+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
++To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.+ +LADY GREY +
++To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.+ +LADY GREY +
++Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+For by that loss I will not purchase them.
++Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.+ +LADY GREY +
++Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
+Accords not with the sadness of my suit:
+Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no.'
++Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;+ +LADY GREY +
+No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand.
++Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] The widow likes him not, she+ +CLARENCE +
+knits her brows.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He is the bluntest wooer in+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Christendom.
++[Aside] Her looks do argue her replete with modesty;+ +LADY GREY +
+Her words do show her wit incomparable;
+All her perfections challenge sovereignty:
+One way or other, she is for a king;
+And she shall be my love, or else my queen.--
+Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
++'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+I am a subject fit to jest withal,
+But far unfit to be a sovereign.
++Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee+ +LADY GREY +
+I speak no more than what my soul intends;
+And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
++And that is more than I will yield unto:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+I know I am too mean to be your queen,
+And yet too good to be your concubine.
++You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.+ +LADY GREY +
++'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++No more than when my daughters call thee mother.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
+And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,
+Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing
+To be the father unto many sons.
+Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
++[Aside to CLARENCE] The ghostly father now hath done+ +CLARENCE +
+his shrift.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] When he was made a shriver,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+'twas for shift.
++Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++You'll think it strange if I should marry her.+ +CLARENCE +
++To whom, my lord?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++ Why, Clarence, to myself.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++That would be ten days' wonder at the least.+ +CLARENCE +
++That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++By so much is the wonder in extremes.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both+ +Nobleman +
+Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
+Enter a Nobleman
++My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
++See that he be convey'd unto the Tower:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
+To question of his apprehension.
+Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
+Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER
++Ay, Edward will use women honourably.+
+Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,
+That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
+To cross me from the golden time I look for!
+And yet, between my soul's desire and me--
+The lustful Edward's title buried--
+Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
+And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,
+To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
+A cold premeditation for my purpose!
+Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;
+Like one that stands upon a promontory,
+And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
+Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
+And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
+Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way:
+So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
+And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;
+And so I say, I'll cut the causes off,
+Flattering me with impossibilities.
+My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,
+Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
+Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
+What other pleasure can the world afford?
+I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
+And deck my body in gay ornaments,
+And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
+O miserable thought! and more unlikely
+Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
+Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:
+And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
+She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
+To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;
+To make an envious mountain on my back,
+Where sits deformity to mock my body;
+To shape my legs of an unequal size;
+To disproportion me in every part,
+Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
+That carries no impression like the dam.
+And am I then a man to be beloved?
+O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
+Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,
+But to command, to cheque, to o'erbear such
+As are of better person than myself,
+I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
+And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
+Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head
+Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
+And yet I know not how to get the crown,
+For many lives stand between me and home:
+And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood,
+That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
+Seeking a way and straying from the way;
+Not knowing how to find the open air,
+But toiling desperately to find it out,--
+Torment myself to catch the English crown:
+And from that torment I will free myself,
+Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
+Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
+And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart,
+And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
+And frame my face to all occasions.
+I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
+I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
+I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
+Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
+And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
+I can add colours to the chameleon,
+Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
+And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
+Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
+Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 3, Scene 3 +
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+ ++Flourish. Enter KING LEWIS XI, his sister BONA, his Admiral, called BOURBON, PRINCE EDWARD, QUEEN MARGARET, and OXFORD. KING LEWIS XI sits, and riseth up again ++ +KING LEWIS XI ++Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state
+And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
++No, mighty King of France: now Margaret+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve
+Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
+Great Albion's queen in former golden days:
+But now mischance hath trod my title down,
+And with dishonour laid me on the ground;
+Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,
+And to my humble seat conform myself.
++Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
++Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And sit thee by our side:
+Seats her by him
+Yield not thy neck
+To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
+Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
+Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;
+It shall be eased, if France can yield relief.
++Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
+Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis,
+That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
+Is of a king become a banish'd man,
+And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn;
+While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York
+Usurps the regal title and the seat
+Of England's true-anointed lawful king.
+This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,
+With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir,
+Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;
+And if thou fail us, all our hope is done:
+Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
+Our people and our peers are both misled,
+Our treasures seized, our soldiers put to flight,
+And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
++Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+While we bethink a means to break it off.
++The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
+Enter WARWICK
++What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+He descends. She ariseth
++Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;+ +WARWICK +
+For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
++From worthy Edward, King of Albion,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
+I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,
+First, to do greetings to thy royal person;
+And then to crave a league of amity;
+And lastly, to confirm that amity
+With a nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
+That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
+To England's king in lawful marriage.
++[Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.+ +WARWICK +
++[To BONA] And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
+Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue
+To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;
+Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,
+Hath placed thy beauty's image and thy virtue.
++King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak,+ +WARWICK +
+Before you answer Warwick. His demand
+Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
+But from deceit bred by necessity;
+For how can tyrants safely govern home,
+Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
+To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,
+That Henry liveth still: but were he dead,
+Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.
+Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage
+Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;
+For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,
+Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
++Injurious Margaret!+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
++And why not queen?+ +WARWICK +
++Because thy father Henry did usurp;+ +OXFORD +
+And thou no more are prince than she is queen.
++Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,+ +WARWICK +
+Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
+And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,
+Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;
+And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,
+Who by his prowess conquered all France:
+From these our Henry lineally descends.
++Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,+ +OXFORD +
+You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
+All that which Henry Fifth had gotten?
+Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.
+But for the rest, you tell a pedigree
+Of threescore and two years; a silly time
+To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.
++Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,+ +WARWICK +
+Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,
+And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
++Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,+ +OXFORD +
+Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
+For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king.
++Call him my king by whose injurious doom+ +WARWICK +
+My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
+Was done to death? and more than so, my father,
+Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,
+When nature brought him to the door of death?
+No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
+This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
++And I the house of York.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,
+While I use further conference with Warwick.
+They stand aloof
++Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,+ +WARWICK +
+Is Edward your true king? for I were loath
+To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
++Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++But is he gracious in the people's eye?+ +WARWICK +
++The more that Henry was unfortunate.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++Then further, all dissembling set aside,+ +WARWICK +
+Tell me for truth the measure of his love
+Unto our sister Bona.
++Such it seems+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+As may beseem a monarch like himself.
+Myself have often heard him say and swear
+That this his love was an eternal plant,
+Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
+The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,
+Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
+Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
++Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.+ +BONA +
++Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine:+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+To WARWICK
+Yet I confess that often ere this day,
+When I have heard your king's desert recounted,
+Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
++Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's;+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+And now forthwith shall articles be drawn
+Touching the jointure that your king must make,
+Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised.
+Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness
+That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
++To Edward, but not to the English king.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+By this alliance to make void my suit:
+Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend.
++And still is friend to him and Margaret:+ +WARWICK +
+But if your title to the crown be weak,
+As may appear by Edward's good success,
+Then 'tis but reason that I be released
+From giving aid which late I promised.
+Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand
+That your estate requires and mine can yield.
++Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.
+And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
+You have a father able to maintain you;
+And better 'twere you troubled him than France.
++Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
+I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears,
+Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
+Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love;
+For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
+Post blows a horn within
++Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.+ +Post +
+Enter a Post
++[To WARWICK] My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,+ +OXFORD +
+Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:
+To KING LEWIS XI
+These from our king unto your majesty:
+To QUEEN MARGARET
+And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not.
+They all read their letters
++I like it well that our fair queen and mistress+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
++Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled:+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+I hope all's for the best.
++Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.+ +WARWICK +
++Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++What! has your king married the Lady Grey!+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And now, to soothe your forgery and his,
+Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
+Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?
+Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
++I told your majesty as much before:+ +WARWICK +
+This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
++King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
+That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's,
+No more my king, for he dishonours me,
+But most himself, if he could see his shame.
+Did I forget that by the house of York
+My father came untimely to his death?
+Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece?
+Did I impale him with the regal crown?
+Did I put Henry from his native right?
+And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame?
+Shame on himself! for my desert is honour:
+And to repair my honour lost for him,
+I here renounce him and return to Henry.
+My noble queen, let former grudges pass,
+And henceforth I am thy true servitor:
+I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
+And replant Henry in his former state.
++Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;+ +WARWICK +
+And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
+And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend.
++So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,+ +BONA +
+That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
+With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
+I'll undertake to land them on our coast
+And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
+'Tis not his new-made bride shall succor him:
+And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
+He's very likely now to fall from him,
+For matching more for wanton lust than honour,
+Or than for strength and safety of our country.
++Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+But by thy help to this distressed queen?
++Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,+ +BONA +
+Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
++My quarrel and this English queen's are one.+ +WARWICK +
++And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Therefore at last I firmly am resolved
+You shall have aid.
++Let me give humble thanks for all at once.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++Then, England's messenger, return in post,+ +BONA +
+And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
+That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
+To revel it with him and his new bride:
+Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal.
++Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
++Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,+ +WARWICK +
+And I am ready to put armour on.
++Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
+There's thy reward: be gone.
+Exit Post
++But, Warwick,+ +WARWICK +
+Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,
+Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle;
+And, as occasion serves, this noble queen
+And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
+Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt,
+What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
++This shall assure my constant loyalty,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+That if our queen and this young prince agree,
+I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy
+To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
++Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,
+Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;
+And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
+That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.
++Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
+He gives his hand to WARWICK
++Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,+ +WARWICK +
+And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral,
+Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet.
+I long till Edward fall by war's mischance,
+For mocking marriage with a dame of France.
+Exeunt all but WARWICK
++I came from Edward as ambassador,+
+But I return his sworn and mortal foe:
+Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
+But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
+Had he none else to make a stale but me?
+Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
+I was the chief that raised him to the crown,
+And I'll be chief to bring him down again:
+Not that I pity Henry's misery,
+But seek revenge on Edward's mockery.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. London. The palace.
+ ++Enter GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, and MONTAGUE ++ +GLOUCESTER ++Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you+ +CLARENCE +
+Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
+Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
++Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France;+ +SOMERSET +
+How could he stay till Warwick made return?
++My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++And his well-chosen bride.+ +CLARENCE +
++I mind to tell him plainly what I think.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, attended; QUEEN ELIZABETH, PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and others
++Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,+ +CLARENCE +
+That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?
++As well as Lewis of France, or the Earl of Warwick,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Which are so weak of courage and in judgment
+That they'll take no offence at our abuse.
++Suppose they take offence without a cause,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,
+Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.
++And shall have your will, because our king:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
++Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Not I:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
+Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity
+To sunder them that yoke so well together.
++Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,+ +CLARENCE +
+Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey
+Should not become my wife and England's queen.
+And you too, Somerset and Montague,
+Speak freely what you think.
++Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Becomes your enemy, for mocking him
+About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
++And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
++What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased+ +MONTAGUE +
+By such invention as I can devise?
++Yet, to have join'd with France in such alliance+ +HASTINGS +
+Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth
+'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.
++Why, knows not Montague that of itself+ +MONTAGUE +
+England is safe, if true within itself?
++But the safer when 'tis back'd with France.+ +HASTINGS +
++'Tis better using France than trusting France:+ +CLARENCE +
+Let us be back'd with God and with the seas
+Which He hath given for fence impregnable,
+And with their helps only defend ourselves;
+In them and in ourselves our safety lies.
++For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
++Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And for this once my will shall stand for law.
++And yet methinks your grace hath not done well,+ +CLARENCE +
+To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
+Unto the brother of your loving bride;
+She better would have fitted me or Clarence:
+But in your bride you bury brotherhood.
++Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son,
+And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
++Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife+ +CLARENCE +
+That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
++In choosing for yourself, you show'd your judgment,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Which being shallow, you give me leave
+To play the broker in mine own behalf;
+And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.
++Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+And not be tied unto his brother's will.
++My lords, before it pleased his majesty+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+To raise my state to title of a queen,
+Do me but right, and you must all confess
+That I was not ignoble of descent;
+And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
+But as this title honours me and mine,
+So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,
+Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
++My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What danger or what sorrow can befall thee,
+So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
+And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?
+Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
+Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;
+Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
+And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.
++[Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Enter a Post
++Now, messenger, what letters or what news+ +Post +
+From France?
++My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But such as I, without your special pardon,
+Dare not relate.
++Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief,+ +Post +
+Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
+What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?
++At my depart, these were his very words:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
+That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
+To revel it with him and his new bride.'
++Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry.+ +Post +
+But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
++These were her words, utter'd with mad disdain:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
+I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.'
++I blame not her, she could say little less;+ +Post +
+She had the wrong. But what said Henry's queen?
+For I have heard that she was there in place.
++'Tell him,' quoth she, 'my mourning weeds are done,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+And I am ready to put armour on.'
++Belike she minds to play the Amazon.+ +Post +
+But what said Warwick to these injuries?
++He, more incensed against your majesty+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
+'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
+And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'
++Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?+ +Post +
+Well I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd:
+They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
+But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
++Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in+ +CLARENCE +
+friendship
+That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
++Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,
+For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter;
+That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
+I may not prove inferior to yourself.
+You that love me and Warwick, follow me.
+Exit CLARENCE, and SOMERSET follows
++[Aside] Not I:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
+Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
++Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!+ +MONTAGUE +
+Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen;
+And haste is needful in this desperate case.
+Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf
+Go levy men, and make prepare for war;
+They are already, or quickly will be landed:
+Myself in person will straight follow you.
+Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD
+But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
+Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,
+Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance:
+Tell me if you love Warwick more than me?
+If it be so, then both depart to him;
+I rather wish you foes than hollow friends:
+But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
+Give me assurance with some friendly vow,
+That I may never have you in suspect.
++So God help Montague as he proves true!+ +HASTINGS +
++And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Why, so! then am I sure of victory.+
+Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,
+Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers ++ +WARWICK ++Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;+ +CLARENCE +
+The common people by numbers swarm to us.
+Enter CLARENCE and SOMERSET
+But see where Somerset and Clarence come!
+Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?
++Fear not that, my lord.+ +WARWICK +
++Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;+
+And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice
+To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
+Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love;
+Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother,
+Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings:
+But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.
+And now what rests but, in night's coverture,
+Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
+His soldiers lurking in the towns about,
+And but attended by a simple guard,
+We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
+Our scouts have found the adventure very easy:
+That as Ulysses and stout Diomede
+With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
+And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
+So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
+At unawares may beat down Edward's guard
+And seize himself; I say not, slaughter him,
+For I intend but only to surprise him.
+You that will follow me to this attempt,
+Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.
+They all cry, 'Henry!'
+Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort:
+For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick.
+ ++Enter three Watchmen, to guard KING EDWARD IV's tent ++ +First Watchman ++Come on, my masters, each man take his stand:+ +Second Watchman +
+The king by this is set him down to sleep.
++What, will he not to bed?+ +First Watchman +
++Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow+ +Second Watchman +
+Never to lie and take his natural rest
+Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
++To-morrow then belike shall be the day,+ +Third Watchman +
+If Warwick be so near as men report.
++But say, I pray, what nobleman is that+ +First Watchman +
+That with the king here resteth in his tent?
++'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.+ +Third Watchman +
++O, is it so? But why commands the king+ +Second Watchman +
+That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
+While he himself keeps in the cold field?
++'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.+ +Third Watchman +
++Ay, but give me worship and quietness;+ +First Watchman +
+I like it better than a dangerous honour.
+If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
+'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
++Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.+ +Second Watchman +
++Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent,+ +WARWICK +
+But to defend his person from night-foes?
+Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, and French soldiers, silent all
++This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.+ +First Watchman +
+Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
+But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
++Who goes there?+ +Second Watchman +
++Stay, or thou diest!+ +SOMERSET +
+WARWICK and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! Warwick!' and set upon the Guard, who fly, crying, 'Arm! arm!' WARWICK and the rest following them
+The drum playing and trumpet sounding, reenter WARWICK, SOMERSET, and the rest, bringing KING EDWARD IV out in his gown, sitting in a chair. RICHARD and HASTINGS fly over the stage
++What are they that fly there?+ +WARWICK +
++Richard and Hastings: let them go; here is The duke.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++ The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,+ +WARWICK +
+Thou call'dst me king.
++Ay, but the case is alter'd:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+When you disgraced me in my embassade,
+Then I degraded you from being king,
+And come now to create you Duke of York.
+Alas! how should you govern any kingdom,
+That know not how to use ambassadors,
+Nor how to be contented with one wife,
+Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
+Nor how to study for the people's welfare,
+Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?
++Yea, brother of Clarence, are thou here too?+ +WARWICK +
+Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.
+Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,
+Of thee thyself and all thy complices,
+Edward will always bear himself as king:
+Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
+My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
++Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Takes off his crown
+But Henry now shall wear the English crown,
+And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow.
+My Lord of Somerset, at my request,
+See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd
+Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
+When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
+I'll follow you, and tell what answer
+Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
+Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
+They lead him out forcibly
++What fates impose, that men must needs abide;+ +OXFORD +
+It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
+Exit, guarded
++What now remains, my lords, for us to do+ +WARWICK +
+But march to London with our soldiers?
++Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;+
+To free King Henry from imprisonment
+And see him seated in the regal throne.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. London. The palace.
+ ++Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS ++ +RIVERS ++Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
++Why brother Rivers, are you yet to learn+ +RIVERS +
+What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?
++What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
++No, but the loss of his own royal person.+ +RIVERS +
++Then is my sovereign slain?+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
++Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,+ +RIVERS +
+Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard
+Or by his foe surprised at unawares:
+And, as I further have to understand,
+Is new committed to the Bishop of York,
+Fell Warwick's brother and by that our foe.
++These news I must confess are full of grief;+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
+Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
++Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay.+ +RIVERS +
+And I the rather wean me from despair
+For love of Edward's offspring in my womb:
+This is it that makes me bridle passion
+And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;
+Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
+And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
+Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
+King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.
++But, madam, where is Warwick then become?+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
++I am inform'd that he comes towards London,+
+To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
+Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down,
+But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,--
+For trust not him that hath once broken faith,--
+I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,
+To save at least the heir of Edward's right:
+There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.
+Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly:
+If Warwick take us we are sure to die.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 4, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.
+ ++Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and STANLEY ++ +GLOUCESTER ++Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,+ +Huntsman +
+Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
+Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
+Thus stands the case: you know our king, my brother,
+Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
+He hath good usage and great liberty,
+And, often but attended with weak guard,
+Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
+I have advertised him by secret means
+That if about this hour he make his way
+Under the colour of his usual game,
+He shall here find his friends with horse and men
+To set him free from his captivity.
+Enter KING EDWARD IV and a Huntsman with him
++This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
+Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?
++Brother, the time and case requireth haste:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
++But whither shall we then?+ +HASTINGS +
++To Lynn, my lord,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And ship from thence to Flanders.
++Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along?+ +Huntsman +
++Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;+
+And pray that I may repossess the crown.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 4, Scene 6 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VI. London. The Tower.
+ ++Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, and Lieutenant of the Tower ++ +KING HENRY VI ++Master lieutenant, now that God and friends+ +Lieutenant +
+Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
+And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
+My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
+At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
++Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+But if an humble prayer may prevail,
+I then crave pardon of your majesty.
++For what, lieutenant? for well using me?+ +WARWICK +
+Nay, be thou sure I'll well requite thy kindness,
+For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;
+Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
+Conceive when after many moody thoughts
+At last by notes of household harmony
+They quite forget their loss of liberty.
+But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,
+And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;
+He was the author, thou the instrument.
+Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite
+By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me,
+And that the people of this blessed land
+May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars,
+Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
+I here resign my government to thee,
+For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
++Your grace hath still been famed for virtuous;+ +CLARENCE +
+And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
+By spying and avoiding fortune's malice,
+For few men rightly temper with the stars:
+Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,
+For choosing me when Clarence is in place.
++No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,+ +WARWICK +
+To whom the heavens in thy nativity
+Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,
+As likely to be blest in peace and war;
+And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
++And I choose Clarence only for protector.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Warwick and Clarence give me both your hands:+ +WARWICK +
+Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,
+That no dissension hinder government:
+I make you both protectors of this land,
+While I myself will lead a private life
+And in devotion spend my latter days,
+To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise.
++What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?+ +CLARENCE +
++That he consents, if Warwick yield consent;+ +WARWICK +
+For on thy fortune I repose myself.
++Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content:+ +CLARENCE +
+We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
+To Henry's body, and supply his place;
+I mean, in bearing weight of government,
+While he enjoys the honour and his ease.
+And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful
+Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor,
+And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
++What else? and that succession be determined.+ +WARWICK +
++Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++But, with the first of all your chief affairs,+ +CLARENCE +
+Let me entreat, for I command no more,
+That Margaret your queen and my son Edward
+Be sent for, to return from France with speed;
+For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
+My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.
++It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,+ +SOMERSET +
+Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
++My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Come hither, England's hope.+ +WARWICK +
+Lays his hand on his head
+If secret powers
+Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
+This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
+His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
+His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
+His hand to wield a sceptre, 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
++What news, my friend?+ +Post +
++That Edward is escaped from your brother,+ +WARWICK +
+And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
++Unsavoury news! but how made he escape?+ +Post +
++He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester+ +WARWICK +
+And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
+In secret ambush on the forest side
+And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
+For hunting was his daily exercise.
++My brother was too careless of his charge.+ +SOMERSET +
+But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
+A salve for any sore that may betide.
+Exeunt all but SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, and OXFORD
++My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's;+ +OXFORD +
+For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,
+And we shall have more wars before 't be long.
+As Henry's late presaging prophecy
+Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond,
+So doth my heart misgive 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 Brittany,
+Till storms be past of civil enmity.
++Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,+ +SOMERSET +
+'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
++It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.+
+Come, therefore, let's about it speedily.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 4, Scene 7 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VII. Before York.
+ ++Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and Soldiers ++ +KING EDWARD IV ++Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
+And says that once more I shall interchange
+My waned state for Henry's regal crown.
+Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the seas
+And brought desired help from Burgundy:
+What then remains, we being thus arrived
+From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
+But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
++The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+For many men that stumble at the threshold
+Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
++Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us:+ +HASTINGS +
+By fair or foul means we must enter in,
+For hither will our friends repair to us.
++My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.+ +Mayor +
+Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren
++My lords, we were forewarned of your coming,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
+For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
++But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,+ +Mayor +
+Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.
++True, my good lord; I know you for no less.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+As being well content with that alone.
++[Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,+ +HASTINGS +
+He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
++Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?+ +Mayor +
+Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.
++Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+They descend
++A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!+ +HASTINGS +
++The good old man would fain that all were well,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd,
+I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
+Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
+Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below
++So, master mayor: these gates must not be shut+ +GLOUCESTER +
+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 those friends that deign to follow me.
+March. Enter MONTGOMERY, with drum and soldiers
++Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.
++Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?+ +MONTAGUE +
++To help King Edward in his time of storm,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+As every loyal subject ought to do.
++Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget+ +MONTAGUE +
+Our title to the crown and only claim
+Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
++Then fare you well, for I will hence again:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+I came to serve a king and not a duke.
+Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
+The drum begins to march
++Nay, stay, Sir John, awhi le, and we'll debate+ +MONTAGUE +
+By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
++What talk you of debating? in few words,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
+I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone
+To keep them back that come to succor you:
+Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
++Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim:+ +HASTINGS +
+Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
++Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand:
+The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
++Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,+ +MONTAGUE +
+And Henry but usurps the diadem.
++Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;+ +HASTINGS +
+And now will I be Edward's champion.
++Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:+ +Soldier +
+Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
+Flourish
++Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of+ +MONTAGUE +
+England and France, and lord of Ireland, & c.
++And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right,+ +All +
+By this I challenge him to single fight.
+Throws down his gauntlet
++Long live Edward the Fourth!+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all:+
+If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
+Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York;
+And when the morning sun shall raise his car
+Above the border of this horizon,
+We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
+For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
+Ah, froward 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 soldiers: doubt not of the day,
+And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 4, Scene 8 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VIII. London. The palace.
+ ++Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, EXETER, and OXFORD ++ +WARWICK ++What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
+Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
+And with his troops doth march amain to London;
+And many giddy people flock to him.
++Let's levy men, and beat him back again.+ +CLARENCE +
++A little fire is quickly trodden out;+ +WARWICK +
+Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
++In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
+Those will I muster up: and thou, son Clarence,
+Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
+The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:
+Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
+Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find
+Men well inclined to hear what thou command'st:
+And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
+In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
+My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
+Like to his island girt in with the ocean,
+Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
+Shall rest in London till we come to him.
+Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
+Farewell, my sovereign.
++Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.+ +CLARENCE +
++In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!+ +MONTAGUE +
++Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.+ +OXFORD +
++And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,+ +WARWICK +
+And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
++Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Exeunt all but KING HENRY VI and EXETER
++Here at the palace I will rest awhile.+ +EXETER +
+Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
+Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
+Should not be able to encounter mine.
++The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:+ +EXETER +
+I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
+Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
+My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
+My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
+My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;
+I have not been desirous of their wealth,
+Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies.
+Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd:
+Then why should they love Edward more than me?
+No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:
+And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
+The lamb will never cease to follow him.
+Shout within. 'A Lancaster! A Lancaster!'
++Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers
++Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And once again proclaim us King of England.
+You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow:
+Now stops thy spring; my sea sha$l suck them dry,
+And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
+Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
+Exeunt some with KING HENRY VI
+And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course
+Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
+The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,
+Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
++Away betimes, before his forces join,+
+And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
+Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
+Exeunt
++
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+The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 5, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene + +SCENE I. Coventry.
++
Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others upon the walls+WARWICK +
Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?+
+How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
+
+First Messenger +
By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.+
+WARWICK +
How far off is our brother Montague?+
+Where is the post that came from Montague?
+
+Second Messenger +
By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.+
+Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE+WARWICK +
Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?+
+And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
+
+SOMERSET +
At Southam I did leave him with his forces,+
+And do expect him here some two hours hence.
+
+Drum heard+WARWICK +
Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.+
+SOMERSET +
It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:+
+The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
+
+WARWICK +
Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.+
+SOMERSET +
They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.+
+March: flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers+KING EDWARD IV +
Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.+
+GLOUCESTER +
See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!+
+WARWICK +
O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?+
+Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
+That we could hear no news of his repair?
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,+
+Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,
+Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?
+And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
+
+WARWICK +
Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,+
+Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,
+Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
+And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
+
+GLOUCESTER +
I thought, at least, he would have said the king;+
+Or did he make the jest against his will?
+
+WARWICK +
Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?+
+GLOUCESTER +
Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:+
+I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
+
+WARWICK +
'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.+
+WARWICK +
Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:+
+And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
+And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:+
+And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
+What is the body when the head is off?
+
+GLOUCESTER +
Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,+
+But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
+The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
+You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
+And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
+
+EDWARD +
'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.+
+GLOUCESTER +
Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:+
+Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.
+
+WARWICK +
I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,+
+And with the other fling it at thy face,
+Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,+
+This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair
+Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
+Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
+'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
+
+Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours+WARWICK +
O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!+
+OXFORD +
Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!+
+He and his forces enter the city+GLOUCESTER +
The gates are open, let us enter too.+
+KING EDWARD IV +
So other foes may set upon our backs.+
+Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
+Will issue out again and bid us battle:
+If not, the city being but of small defence,
+We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
+
+WARWICK +
O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.+
+Enter MONTAGUE with drum and colours+MONTAGUE +
Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!+
+He and his forces enter the city+GLOUCESTER +
Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason+
+Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
The harder match'd, the greater victory:+
+My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
+
+Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours+SOMERSET +
Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!+
+He and his forces enter the city+GLOUCESTER +
Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,+
+Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
+And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
+
+Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours+WARWICK +
And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,+
+Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
+With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
+More than the nature of a brother's love!
+Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
+
+CLARENCE +
Father of Warwick, know you what this means?+
+Taking his red rose out of his hat++Look here, I throw my infamy at thee+
+I will not ruinate my father's house,
+Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
+And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
+That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
+To bend the fatal instruments of war
+Against his brother and his lawful king?
+Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath:
+To keep that oath were more impiety
+Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter.
+I am so sorry for my trespass made
+That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
+I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe,
+With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee--
+As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad--
+To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
+And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
+And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
+Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends:
+And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
+For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,+
+Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
+
+GLOUCESTER +
Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.+
+WARWICK +
O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!+
+KING EDWARD IV +
What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?+
+Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
+
+WARWICK +
Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!+
+I will away towards Barnet presently,
+And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.+
+Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
+
+Exeunt King Edward and his company. March. Warwick and his company follow++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene + +SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet.
++
Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD IV, bringing forth WARWICK wounded+KING EDWARD IV +
So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;+
+For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.
+Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
+That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
+
+Exit+WARWICK +
Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,+
+And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
+Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
+My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows.
+That I must yield my body to the earth
+And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
+Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
+Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
+Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
+Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
+And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
+These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,
+Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
+To search the secret treasons of the world:
+The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
+Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
+For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?
+And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow?
+Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
+My parks, my walks, my manors that I had.
+Even now forsake me, and of all my lands
+Is nothing left me but my body's length.
+Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
+And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
+
+Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET+SOMERSET +
Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are.+
+We might recover all our loss again;
+The queen from France hath brought a puissant power:
+Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly!
+
+WARWICK +
Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague,+
+If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand.
+And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile!
+Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
+Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
+That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
+Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
+
+SOMERSET +
Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last;+
+And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,
+And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'
+And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
+Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,
+That mought not be distinguished; but at last
+I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
+'O, farewell, Warwick!'
+
+WARWICK +
Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;+
+For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.
+
+Dies+OXFORD +
Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!+
+Here they bear away his body. Exeunt++
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+Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV in triumph; with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest+KING EDWARD IV +
Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,+
+And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
+But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
+I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
+That will encounter with our glorious sun,
+Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
+I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen
+Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
+And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
+
+CLARENCE +
A little gale will soon disperse that cloud+
+And blow it to the source from whence it came:
+The very beams will dry those vapours up,
+For every cloud engenders not a storm.
+
+GLOUCESTER +
The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,+
+And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:
+If she have time to breathe be well assured
+Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
We are advertised by our loving friends+
+That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury:
+We, having now the best at Barnet field,
+Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
+And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
+In every county as we go along.
+Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away.
+
+Exeunt++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene + +SCENE IV. Plains near Teaksbury.
++
March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and soldiers+QUEEN MARGARET +
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,+
+But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
+What though the mast be now blown overboard,
+The cable broke, the holding-anchor 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 saved?
+Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
+Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
+And Montague our topmost; what of him?
+Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
+Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
+And Somerset another goodly mast?
+The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
+And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
+For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
+We will not from the helm to sit and weep,
+But keep our course, though the rough wind say no,
+From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
+As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.
+And what is Edward but ruthless sea?
+What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?
+And Richard but a ragged fatal rock?
+All these the enemies to our poor bark.
+Say you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while!
+Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink:
+Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
+Or else you famish; that's a threefold death.
+This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
+If case some one of you would fly from us,
+That there's no hoped-for mercy with the brothers
+More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks.
+Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided
+'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD +
Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit+
+Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
+Infuse his breast with magnanimity
+And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
+I speak not this as doubting any here
+For did I but suspect a fearful man
+He should have leave to go away betimes,
+Lest 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.
+
+OXFORD +
Women and children of so high a courage,+
+And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
+O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
+Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
+To bear his image and renew his glories!
+
+SOMERSET +
And he that will not fight for such a hope.+
+Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
+If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET +
Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.+
+PRINCE EDWARD +
And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.+
+Enter a Messenger+Messenger +
Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand.+
+Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
+
+OXFORD +
I thought no less: it is his policy+
+To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
+
+SOMERSET +
But he's deceived; we are in readiness.+
+QUEEN MARGARET +
This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.+
+OXFORD +
Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.+
+Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers+KING EDWARD IV +
Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,+
+Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,
+Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere 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!
+
+QUEEN MARGARET +
Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say+
+My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
+Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
+Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
+Is prisoner 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 wolf that makes this spoil.
+You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
+Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
+
+Alarum. Retreat. Excursions. Exeunt++
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++
Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners+KING EDWARD IV +
Now here a period of tumultuous broils.+
+Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight:
+For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
+Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
+
+OXFORD +
For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.+
+SOMERSET +
Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.+
+Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded+QUEEN MARGARET +
So part we sadly in this troublous world,+
+To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward+
+Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
+
+GLOUCESTER +
It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!+
+Enter soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD+KING EDWARD IV +
Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.+
+What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
+Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
+For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
+And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
+
+PRINCE EDWARD +
Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!+
+Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
+Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
+Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
+Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET +
Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!+
+GLOUCESTER +
That you might still have worn the petticoat,+
+And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD +
Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;+
+His currish riddles sort not with this place.
+
+GLOUCESTER +
By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.+
+QUEEN MARGARET +
Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.+
+GLOUCESTER +
For God's sake, take away this captive scold.+
+PRINCE EDWARD +
Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.+
+CLARENCE +
Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.+
+PRINCE EDWARD +
I know my duty; you are all undutiful:+
+Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
+And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
+I am your better, traitors as ye are:
+And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.+
+Stabs him+GLOUCESTER +
Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.+
+Stabs him+CLARENCE +
And there's for twitting me with perjury.+
+Stabs him+QUEEN MARGARET +
O, kill me too!+
+GLOUCESTER +
Marry, and shall.+
+Offers to kill her+KING EDWARD IV +
Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.+
+GLOUCESTER +
Why should she live, to fill the world with words?+
+KING EDWARD IV +
What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.+
+GLOUCESTER +
Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;+
+I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
+Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
+
+CLARENCE +
What? what?+
+GLOUCESTER +
The Tower, the Tower.+
+Exit+QUEEN MARGARET +
O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!+
+Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
+They that stabb'd Caesar 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'er spend their fury on a child.
+What's worse than murderer, 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 cropp'd!
+You have no children, butchers! if you had,
+The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse:
+But if you ever chance to have a child,
+Look in his youth to have him so cut off
+As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.+
+QUEEN MARGARET +
Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,+
+Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
+What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.
+
+CLARENCE +
By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.+
+QUEEN MARGARET +
Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.+
+CLARENCE +
Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?+
+QUEEN MARGARET +
Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:+
+'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
+What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
+Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
+Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
+Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.+
+QUEEN MARGARET +
So come to you and yours, as to this Prince!+
+Exit, led out forcibly+KING EDWARD IV +
Where's Richard gone?+
+CLARENCE +
To London, all in post; and, as I guess,+
+To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
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 see our gentle queen how well she fares:
+By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
+
+Exeunt++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene + +SCENE VI. London. The Tower.
+Enter KING HENRY VI and GLOUCESTER, with the Lieutenant, on the walls+GLOUCESTER +
Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?+
+KING HENRY VI +
Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather;+
+'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better:
+'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
+And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
+
+GLOUCESTER +
Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.+
+Exit Lieutenant+KING HENRY VI +
So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;+
+So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece
+And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
+What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
+
+GLOUCESTER +
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;+
+The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
+
+KING HENRY VI +
The bird that hath been limed in a bush,+
+With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
+And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
+Have now the fatal object in my eye
+Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.
+
+GLOUCESTER +
Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,+
+That taught his son the office of a fowl!
+An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
+
+KING HENRY VI +
I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;+
+Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
+The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy
+Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea
+Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
+Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
+My breast can better brook thy dagger's point
+Than can my ears that tragic history.
+But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?
+
+GLOUCESTER +
Think'st thou I am an executioner?+
+KING HENRY VI +
A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:+
+If murdering innocents be executing,
+Why, then thou art an executioner.
+
+GLOUCESTER +
Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.+
+KING HENRY VI +
Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,+
+Thou hadst not lived 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 man's sigh and many a widow's,
+And many an orphan's water-standing eye--
+Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
+And orphans for their parents timeless death--
+Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
+The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign;
+The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
+Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
+The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
+And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
+Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
+And, yet brought forth less than a mother's hope,
+To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,
+Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
+Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
+To signify thou camest to bite the world:
+And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
+Thou camest--
+
+GLOUCESTER +
I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:+
+Stabs him++For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.+
+
+KING HENRY VI +
Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.+
+God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
+
+Dies+GLOUCESTER +
What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster+
+Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
+See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
+O, may such purple tears be alway shed
+From those that wish the downfall of our house!
+If any spark of life be yet remaining,
+Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
+
+Stabs him again++I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.+
+Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of;
+For I have often heard my mother say
+I came into the world with my legs forward:
+Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
+And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
+The midwife wonder'd and the women cried
+'O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!'
+And so I was; which plainly signified
+That I should snarl and bite and play the dog.
+Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,
+Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
+I have no brother, I am like no brother;
+And this word 'love,' which graybeards call divine,
+Be resident in men like one another
+And not in me: I am myself alone.
+Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light:
+But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
+For I will buz abroad such prophecies
+That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
+And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
+King Henry and the prince his son are gone:
+Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,
+Counting myself but bad till I be best.
+I'll throw thy body in another room
+And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.
+
+Exit, with the body++
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Act 5, Scene 7 +
+ Previous scene + +SCENE VII. London. The palace.
++
Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants+KING EDWARD IV +
Once more we sit in England's royal throne,+
+Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
+What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
+Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!
+Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
+For hardy and undoubted champions;
+Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
+And two Northumberlands; two braver men
+Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
+With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
+That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
+And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
+Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
+And made our footstool of security.
+Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.
+Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself
+Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night,
+Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
+That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
+And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
+
+GLOUCESTER +
[Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;+
+For yet I 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 thou shalt execute.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;+
+And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
+
+CLARENCE +
The duty that I owe unto your majesty+
+I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH +
Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.+
+GLOUCESTER +
And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,+
+Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
+ [Aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master,
+And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Now am I seated as my soul delights,+
+Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
+
+CLARENCE +
What will your grace have done with Margaret?+
+Reignier, her father, to the king of France
+Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
+And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
Away with her, and waft her hence to France.+
+And now what rests but that we spend the time
+With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
+Such as befits the pleasure of the court?
+Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!
+For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
+
+Exeunt+ diff --git a/data/allswell.1.1.html b/data/allswell.1.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..18ab85f64ca208dd5450b51ccb293b49c4bbd2c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/allswell.1.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,518 @@ + + + +SCENE I. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace. + + + + + + ++
+ +All's Well That Ends Well + + Shakespeare homepage + | All's Well That Ends Well + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +SCENE I. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+ ++Enter BERTRAM, the COUNTESS of Rousillon, HELENA, and LAFEU, all in black ++ +COUNTESS ++In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.+ +BERTRAM +
++And I in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death+ +LAFEU +
+anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to
+whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.
++You shall find of the king a husband, madam; you,+ +COUNTESS +
+sir, a father: he that so generally is at all times
+good must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose
+worthiness would stir it up where it wanted rather
+than lack it where there is such abundance.
++What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?+ +LAFEU +
++He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose+ +COUNTESS +
+practises he hath persecuted time with hope, and
+finds no other advantage in the process but only the
+losing of hope by time.
++This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that+ +LAFEU +
+'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was
+almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so
+far, would have made nature immortal, and death
+should have play for lack of work. Would, for the
+king's sake, he were living! I think it would be
+the death of the king's disease.
++How called you the man you speak of, madam?+ +COUNTESS +
++He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was+ +LAFEU +
+his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.
++He was excellent indeed, madam: the king very+ +BERTRAM +
+lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he
+was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge
+could be set up against mortality.
++What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?+ +LAFEU +
++A fistula, my lord.+ +BERTRAM +
++I heard not of it before.+ +LAFEU +
++I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman+ +COUNTESS +
+the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?
++His sole child, my lord, and bequeathed to my+ +LAFEU +
+overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that
+her education promises; her dispositions she
+inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer; for where
+an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there
+commendations go with pity; they are virtues and
+traitors too; in her they are the better for their
+simpleness; she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.
++Your commendations, madam, get from her tears.+ +COUNTESS +
++'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise+ +HELENA +
+in. The remembrance of her father never approaches
+her heart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all
+livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena;
+go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect
+a sorrow than have it.
++I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.+ +LAFEU +
++Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,+ +COUNTESS +
+excessive grief the enemy to the living.
++If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess+ +BERTRAM +
+makes it soon mortal.
++Madam, I desire your holy wishes.+ +LAFEU +
++How understand we that?+ +COUNTESS +
++Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father+ +LAFEU +
+In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue
+Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness
+Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,
+Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
+Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend
+Under thy own life's key: be cheque'd for silence,
+But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,
+That thee may furnish and my prayers pluck down,
+Fall on thy head! Farewell, my lord;
+'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,
+Advise him.
++ He cannot want the best+ +COUNTESS +
+That shall attend his love.
++Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram.+ +BERTRAM +
+Exit
++[To HELENA] The best wishes that can be forged in+ +LAFEU +
+your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable
+to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.
++Farewell, pretty lady: you must hold the credit of+ +HELENA +
+your father.
+Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU
++O, were that all! I think not on my father;+ +PAROLLES +
+And these great tears grace his remembrance more
+Than those I shed for him. What was he like?
+I have forgot him: my imagination
+Carries no favour in't but Bertram's.
+I am undone: there is no living, none,
+If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one
+That I should love a bright particular star
+And think to wed it, he is so above me:
+In his bright radiance and collateral light
+Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
+The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
+The hind that would be mated by the lion
+Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though plague,
+To see him every hour; to sit and draw
+His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
+In our heart's table; heart too capable
+Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:
+But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
+Must sanctify his reliques. Who comes here?
+Enter PAROLLES
+Aside
+One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;
+And yet I know him a notorious liar,
+Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
+Yet these fixed evils sit so fit in him,
+That they take place, when virtue's steely bones
+Look bleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we see
+Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
++Save you, fair queen!+ +HELENA +
++And you, monarch!+ +PAROLLES +
++No.+ +HELENA +
++And no.+ +PAROLLES +
++Are you meditating on virginity?+ +HELENA +
++Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you: let me+ +PAROLLES +
+ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; how
+may we barricado it against him?
++Keep him out.+ +HELENA +
++But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant,+ +PAROLLES +
+in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some
+warlike resistance.
++There is none: man, sitting down before you, will+ +HELENA +
+undermine you and blow you up.
++Bless our poor virginity from underminers and+ +PAROLLES +
+blowers up! Is there no military policy, how
+virgins might blow up men?
++Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be+ +HELENA +
+blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with
+the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It
+is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to
+preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational
+increase and there was never virgin got till
+virginity was first lost. That you were made of is
+metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost
+may be ten times found; by being ever kept, it is
+ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away with 't!
++I will stand for 't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.+ +PAROLLES +
++There's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the+ +HELENA +
+rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity,
+is to accuse your mothers; which is most infallible
+disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin:
+virginity murders itself and should be buried in
+highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate
+offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,
+much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very
+paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach.
+Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of
+self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the
+canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but loose
+by't: out with 't! within ten year it will make
+itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the
+principal itself not much the worse: away with 't!
++How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?+ +PAROLLES +
++Let me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it+ +HELENA +
+likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with
+lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with 't
+while 'tis vendible; answer the time of request.
+Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out
+of fashion: richly suited, but unsuitable: just
+like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which wear not
+now. Your date is better in your pie and your
+porridge than in your cheek; and your virginity,
+your old virginity, is like one of our French
+withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily; marry,
+'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better;
+marry, yet 'tis a withered pear: will you anything with it?
++Not my virginity yet [ ]+ +PAROLLES +
+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 sovereign,
+A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
+His humble ambition, proud humility,
+His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,
+His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world
+Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,
+That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he--
+I know not what he shall. God send him well!
+The court's a learning place, and he is one--
++What one, i' faith?+ +HELENA +
++That I wish well. 'Tis pity--+ +PAROLLES +
++What's pity?+ +HELENA +
++That wishing well had not a body in't,+ +Page +
+Which might be felt; that we, the poorer born,
+Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
+Might with effects of them follow our friends,
+And show what we alone must think, which never
+Return us thanks.
+Enter Page
++Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.+ +PAROLLES +
+Exit
++Little Helen, farewell; if I can remember thee, I+ +HELENA +
+will think of thee at court.
++Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.+ +PAROLLES +
++Under Mars, I.+ +HELENA +
++I especially think, under Mars.+ +PAROLLES +
++Why under Mars?+ +HELENA +
++The wars have so kept you under that you must needs+ +PAROLLES +
+be born under Mars.
++When he was predominant.+ +HELENA +
++When he was retrograde, I think, rather.+ +PAROLLES +
++Why think you so?+ +HELENA +
++You go so much backward when you fight.+ +PAROLLES +
++That's for advantage.+ +HELENA +
++So is running away, when fear proposes the safety;+ +PAROLLES +
+but the composition that your valour and fear makes
+in you is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.
++I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee+ +HELENA +
+acutely. I will return perfect courtier; in the
+which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize
+thee, so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's
+counsel and understand what advice shall thrust upon
+thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and
+thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When
+thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast
+none, remember thy friends; get thee a good husband,
+and use him as he uses thee; so, farewell.
+Exit
++Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,+
+Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky
+Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull
+Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
+What power is it which mounts my love so high,
+That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
+The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
+To join like likes and kiss like native things.
+Impossible be strange attempts to those
+That weigh their pains in sense and do suppose
+What hath been cannot be: who ever strove
+So show her merit, that did miss her love?
+The king's disease--my project may deceive me,
+But my intents are fix'd and will not leave me.
+Exit
++
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+ Next scene +SCENE II. Paris. The KING's palace. + + + + + + ++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. Paris. The KING's palace.
+ ++Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING of France, with letters, and divers Attendants ++ +KING ++The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears;+ +First Lord +
+Have fought with equal fortune and continue
+A braving war.
++ So 'tis reported, sir.+ +KING +
++Nay, 'tis most credible; we here received it+ +First Lord +
+A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,
+With caution that the Florentine will move us
+For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
+Prejudicates the business and would seem
+To have us make denial.
++His love and wisdom,+ +KING +
+Approved so to your majesty, may plead
+For amplest credence.
++He hath arm'd our answer,+ +Second Lord +
+And Florence is denied before he comes:
+Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
+The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
+To stand on either part.
++It well may serve+ +KING +
+A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
+For breathing and exploit.
++What's he comes here?+ +First Lord +
+Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES
++It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord,+ +KING +
+Young Bertram.
++ Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;+ +BERTRAM +
+Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
+Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts
+Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
++My thanks and duty are your majesty's.+ +KING +
++I would I had that corporal soundness now,+ +BERTRAM +
+As when thy father and myself in friendship
+First tried our soldiership! He did look far
+Into the service of the time and was
+Discipled 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 lords; 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 sharpness; if they were,
+His equal had awaked them, and his honour,
+Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
+Exception bid him speak, and at this time
+His tongue obey'd his hand: who were below him
+He used as creatures of another place
+And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
+Making them proud of his humility,
+In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man
+Might be a copy to these younger times;
+Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now
+But goers backward.
++His good remembrance, sir,+ +KING +
+Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb;
+So in approof lives not his epitaph
+As in your royal speech.
++Would I were with him! He would always say--+ +Second Lord +
+Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words
+He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,
+To grow there and to bear,--'Let me not live,'--
+This his good melancholy oft began,
+On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,
+When it was out,--'Let me not live,' quoth he,
+'After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff
+Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
+All but new things disdain; whose judgments are
+Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies
+Expire before their fashions.' This he wish'd;
+I after him do after him wish too,
+Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,
+I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
+To give some labourers room.
++You are loved, sir:+ +KING +
+They that least lend it you shall lack you first.
++I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count,+ +BERTRAM +
+Since the physician at your father's died?
+He was much famed.
++ Some six months since, my lord.+ +KING +
++If he were living, I would try him yet.+ +BERTRAM +
+Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out
+With several applications; nature and sickness
+Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count;
+My son's no dearer.
++Thank your majesty.+
+Exeunt. Flourish
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+ ++Enter COUNTESS, Steward, and Clown ++ +COUNTESS ++I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman?+ +Steward +
++Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I+ +COUNTESS +
+wish might be found in the calendar of my past
+endeavours; for then we wound our modesty and make
+foul the clearness of our deservings, when of
+ourselves we publish them.
++What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah:+ +Clown +
+the complaints I have heard of you I do not all
+believe: 'tis my slowness that I do not; for I know
+you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability
+enough to make such knaveries yours.
++'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.+ +COUNTESS +
++Well, sir.+ +Clown +
++No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though+ +COUNTESS +
+many of the rich are damned: but, if I may have
+your ladyship's good will to go to the world, Isbel
+the woman and I will do as we may.
++Wilt thou needs be a beggar?+ +Clown +
++I do beg your good will in this case.+ +COUNTESS +
++In what case?+ +Clown +
++In Isbel's case and mine own. Service is no+ +COUNTESS +
+heritage: and I think I shall never have the
+blessing of God till I have issue o' my body; for
+they say barnes are blessings.
++Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.+ +Clown +
++My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on+ +COUNTESS +
+by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.
++Is this all your worship's reason?+ +Clown +
++Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons such as they+ +COUNTESS +
+are.
++May the world know them?+ +Clown +
++I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and+ +COUNTESS +
+all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry
+that I may repent.
++Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.+ +Clown +
++I am out o' friends, madam; and I hope to have+ +COUNTESS +
+friends for my wife's sake.
++Such friends are thine enemies, knave.+ +Clown +
++You're shallow, madam, in great friends; for the+ +COUNTESS +
+knaves come to do that for me which I am aweary 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
+drudge: he that comforts my wife is the cherisher
+of my flesh and blood; he that cherishes my flesh
+and blood loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my
+flesh and blood is my friend: ergo, he that kisses
+my wife is my friend. If men could be contented to
+be what they are, there were no fear in marriage;
+for young Charbon the Puritan and old Poysam the
+Papist, howsome'er their hearts are severed in
+religion, their heads are both one; they may jowl
+horns together, like any deer i' the herd.
++Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave?+ +Clown +
++A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the next+ +COUNTESS +
+way:
+For I the ballad will repeat,
+Which men full true shall find;
+Your marriage comes by destiny,
+Your cuckoo sings by kind.
++Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more anon.+ +Steward +
++May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to+ +COUNTESS +
+you: of her I am to speak.
++Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her;+ +Clown +
+Helen, I mean.
++ Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,+ +COUNTESS +
+Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
+Fond done, done fond,
+Was this King Priam's joy?
+With that she sighed as she stood,
+With that she sighed as she stood,
+And gave this sentence then;
+Among nine bad if one be good,
+Among nine bad if one be good,
+There's yet one good in ten.
++What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah.+ +Clown +
++One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying+ +COUNTESS +
+o' the song: would God would serve the world so all
+the year! we'ld find no fault with the tithe-woman,
+if I were the parson. One in ten, quoth a'! An we
+might have a good woman born but one every blazing
+star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery
+well: a man may draw his heart out, ere a' pluck
+one.
++You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you.+ +Clown +
++That man should be at woman's command, and yet no+ +COUNTESS +
+hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it
+will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of
+humility over the black gown of a big heart. I am
+going, forsooth: the business is for Helen to come hither.
+Exit
++Well, now.+ +Steward +
++I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely.+ +COUNTESS +
++Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me; and+ +Steward +
+she herself, 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.
++Madam, I was very late more near her than I think+ +COUNTESS +
+she wished me: alone she was, and did communicate
+to herself her own words to her own ears; she
+thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any
+stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son:
+Fortune, she 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; Dian no queen of virgins, that
+would suffer her poor knight surprised, without
+rescue in the first assault or ransom afterward.
+This she delivered in the most bitter touch of
+sorrow that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in: which I
+held my duty speedily to acquaint you withal;
+sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns
+you something to know it.
++You have discharged this honestly; keep it to+ +HELENA +
+yourself: many likelihoods informed me of this
+before, which hung so tottering in the balance that
+I could neither believe nor misdoubt. Pray you,
+leave me: stall this in your bosom; and I thank you
+for your honest care: I will speak with you further anon.
+Exit Steward
+Enter HELENA
+Even so it was with me when I was young:
+If ever we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn
+Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
+Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;
+It is the show and seal of nature's truth,
+Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth:
+By our remembrances of days foregone,
+Such were our faults, or then we thought them none.
+Her eye is sick on't: I observe her now.
++What is your pleasure, madam?+ +COUNTESS +
++You know, Helen,+ +HELENA +
+I am a mother to you.
++Mine honourable mistress.+ +COUNTESS +
++Nay, a mother:+ +HELENA +
+Why not a mother? When I said 'a 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 those
+That were enwombed mine: 'tis often seen
+Adoption strives with nature and choice breeds
+A native slip to us from foreign seeds:
+You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan,
+Yet I express to you a mother's care:
+God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood
+To say I am thy mother? What's the matter,
+That this distemper'd messenger of wet,
+The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye?
+Why? that you are my daughter?
++That I am not.+ +COUNTESS +
++I say, I am your mother.+ +HELENA +
++Pardon, madam;+ +COUNTESS +
+The Count Rousillon cannot be my brother:
+I am from humble, he from honour'd name;
+No note upon my parents, his all noble:
+My master, my dear lord he is; and I
+His servant live, and will his vassal die:
+He must not be my brother.
++Nor I your mother?+ +HELENA +
++You are my mother, madam; would you were,--+ +COUNTESS +
+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 sister. Can't no other,
+But, I your daughter, he must be my brother?
++Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law:+ +HELENA +
+God shield you mean it not! daughter and mother
+So strive upon your pulse. What, pale again?
+My fear hath catch'd your fondness: now I see
+The mystery of your loneliness, and find
+Your salt tears' head: now to all sense 'tis gross
+You love my son; invention is ashamed,
+Against the proclamation of thy passion,
+To say thou dost not: therefore tell me true;
+But tell me then, 'tis so; for, look thy cheeks
+Confess it, th' one to th' other; and thine eyes
+See it so grossly shown in thy behaviors
+That in their kind they speak it: only sin
+And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
+That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so?
+If it be so, you have wound a goodly clew;
+If it be not, forswear't: howe'er, I charge thee,
+As heaven shall work in me for thine avail,
+Tell me truly.
++ Good madam, pardon me!+ +COUNTESS +
++Do you love my son?+ +HELENA +
++Your pardon, noble mistress!+ +COUNTESS +
++Love you my son?+ +HELENA +
++ Do not you love him, madam?+ +COUNTESS +
++Go not about; my love hath in't a bond,+ +HELENA +
+Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose
+The state of your affection; for your passions
+Have to the full appeach'd.
++Then, I confess,+ +COUNTESS +
+Here on my knee, before high heaven and you,
+That before you, and next unto 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 loved of me: I follow him not
+By any token of presumptuous suit;
+Nor would I have him till I do deserve him;
+Yet never know how that desert should be.
+I know I love in vain, strive against hope;
+Yet in this captious and intenible sieve
+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 dearest madam,
+Let not your hate encounter with my love
+For loving where you do: but if yourself,
+Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth,
+Did ever in so true a flame of liking
+Wish chastely and love dearly, that your Dian
+Was both herself and love: O, then, give pity
+To her, whose state is such that cannot choose
+But lend and give where she is sure to lose;
+That seeks not to find that her search implies,
+But riddle-like lives sweetly where she dies!
++Had you not lately an intent,--speak truly,--+ +HELENA +
+To go to Paris?
++ Madam, I had.+ +COUNTESS +
++Wherefore? tell true.+ +HELENA +
++I will tell truth; by grace itself I swear.+ +COUNTESS +
+You know my father left me some prescriptions
+Of rare and proved effects, such as his reading
+And manifest experience had collected
+For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me
+In heedfull'st reservation to bestow them,
+As notes whose faculties inclusive were
+More than they were in note: amongst the rest,
+There is a remedy, approved, set down,
+To cure the desperate languishings whereof
+The king is render'd lost.
++This was your motive+ +HELENA +
+For Paris, was it? speak.
++My lord your son made me to think of this;+ +COUNTESS +
+Else Paris and the medicine and the king
+Had from the conversation of my thoughts
+Haply been absent then.
++But think you, Helen,+ +HELENA +
+If you should tender your supposed aid,
+He would receive it? he and his physicians
+Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him,
+They, that they cannot help: how shall they credit
+A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools,
+Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off
+The danger to itself?
++There's something in't,+ +COUNTESS +
+More than my father's skill, which was the greatest
+Of his profession, that his good receipt
+Shall for my legacy be sanctified
+By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour
+But give me leave to try success, I'ld venture
+The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure
+By such a day and hour.
++Dost thou believe't?+ +HELENA +
++Ay, madam, knowingly.+ +COUNTESS +
++Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love,
+Means and attendants and my loving greetings
+To those of mine in court: I'll stay at home
+And pray God's blessing into thy attempt:
+Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this,
+What I can help thee to thou shalt not miss.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING, attended with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM, and PAROLLES ++ +KING ++Farewell, young lords; these warlike principles+ +First Lord +
+Do not throw from you: and you, my lords, farewell:
+Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain, all
+The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received,
+And is enough for both.
++'Tis our hope, sir,+ +KING +
+After well enter'd soldiers, to return
+And find your grace in health.
++No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart+ +Second Lord +
+Will not confess he owes the malady
+That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords;
+Whether I live or die, be you the sons
+Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy,--
+Those 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 questant shrinks, find what you seek,
+That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewell.
++Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!+ +KING +
++Those girls of Italy, take heed of them:+ +Both +
+They say, our French lack language to deny,
+If they demand: beware of being captives,
+Before you serve.
++ Our hearts receive your warnings.+ +KING +
++Farewell. Come hither to me.+ +First Lord +
+Exit, attended
++O, my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!+ +PAROLLES +
++'Tis not his fault, the spark.+ +Second Lord +
++O, 'tis brave wars!+ +PAROLLES +
++Most admirable: I have seen those wars.+ +BERTRAM +
++I am commanded here, and kept a coil with+ +PAROLLES +
+'Too young' and 'the next year' and ''tis too early.'
++An thy mind stand to't, boy, steal away bravely.+ +BERTRAM +
++I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,+ +First Lord +
+Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
+Till honour be bought up and no sword worn
+But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away.
++There's honour in the theft.+ +PAROLLES +
++Commit it, count.+ +Second Lord +
++I am your accessary; and so, farewell.+ +BERTRAM +
++I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.+ +First Lord +
++Farewell, captain.+ +Second Lord +
++Sweet Monsieur Parolles!+ +PAROLLES +
++Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good+ +First Lord +
+sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals: you shall
+find in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain
+Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here
+on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword
+entrenched it: say to him, I live; and observe his
+reports for me.
++We shall, noble captain.+ +PAROLLES +
+Exeunt Lords
++Mars dote on you for his novices! what will ye do?+ +BERTRAM +
++Stay: the king.+ +PAROLLES +
+Re-enter KING. BERTRAM and PAROLLES retire
++[To BERTRAM] Use a more spacious ceremony to the+ +BERTRAM +
+noble lords; you have restrained yourself within the
+list of too cold an adieu: be more expressive to
+them: for they wear themselves in the cap of the
+time, there do muster true gait, eat, speak, and
+move under the influence of the most received star;
+and though the devil lead the measure, such are to
+be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell.
++And I will do so.+ +PAROLLES +
++Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.+ +LAFEU +
+Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES
+Enter LAFEU
++[Kneeling] Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.+ +KING +
++I'll fee thee to stand up.+ +LAFEU +
++Then here's a man stands, that has brought his pardon.+ +KING +
+I would you had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy,
+And that at my bidding you could so stand up.
++I would I had; so I had broke thy pate,+ +LAFEU +
+And ask'd thee mercy for't.
++Good faith, across: but, my good lord 'tis thus;+ +KING +
+Will you be cured of your infirmity?
++No.+ +LAFEU +
++O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox?+ +KING +
+Yes, but you will my noble grapes, an if
+My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a medicine
+That's able to breathe life into a stone,
+Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary
+With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch,
+Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,
+To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand,
+And write to her a love-line.
++What 'her' is this?+ +LAFEU +
++Why, Doctor She: my lord, there's one arrived,+ +KING +
+If you will see her: now, by my faith and honour,
+If seriously I may convey my thoughts
+In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
+With one that, in her sex, her years, profession,
+Wisdom and constancy, hath amazed me more
+Than I dare blame my weakness: will you see her
+For that is her demand, and know her business?
+That done, laugh well at me.
++Now, good Lafeu,+ +LAFEU +
+Bring in the admiration; that we with thee
+May spend our wonder too, or take off thine
+By wondering how thou took'st it.
++Nay, I'll fit you,+ +KING +
+And not be all day neither.
+Exit
++Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.+ +LAFEU +
+Re-enter LAFEU, with HELENA
++Nay, come your ways.+ +KING +
++This haste hath wings indeed.+ +LAFEU +
++Nay, come your ways:+ +KING +
+This is his majesty; say your mind to him:
+A traitor you do look like; but such traitors
+His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle,
+That dare leave two together; fare you well.
+Exit
++Now, fair one, does your business follow us?+ +HELENA +
++Ay, my good lord.+ +KING +
+Gerard de Narbon was my father;
+In what he did profess, well found.
++I knew him.+ +HELENA +
++The rather will I spare my praises towards him:+ +KING +
+Knowing him is enough. On's bed of death
+Many receipts he gave me: chiefly one.
+Which, as the dearest issue of his practise,
+And of his old experience the oily darling,
+He bade me store up, as a triple eye,
+Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so;
+And hearing your high majesty is touch'd
+With that malignant cause wherein the honour
+Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power,
+I come to tender it and my appliance
+With all bound humbleness.
++We thank you, maiden;+ +HELENA +
+But may not be so credulous of cure,
+When our most learned doctors leave us and
+The congregated college have concluded
+That labouring art can never ransom nature
+From her inaidible estate; I say we must not
+So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
+To prostitute our past-cure malady
+To empirics, or to dissever so
+Our great self and our credit, to esteem
+A senseless help when help past sense we deem.
++My duty then shall pay me for my pains:+ +KING +
+I will no more enforce mine office on you.
+Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts
+A modest one, to bear me back a again.
++I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful:+ +HELENA +
+Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give
+As one near death to those that wish him live:
+But what at full I know, thou know'st no part,
+I knowing all my peril, thou no art.
++What I can do can do no hurt to try,+ +KING +
+Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy.
+He that of greatest works is finisher
+Oft does them by the weakest minister:
+So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown,
+When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
+From simple sources, and great seas have dried
+When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
+Oft expectation fails and most oft there
+Where most it promises, and oft it hits
+Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.
++I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid;+ +HELENA +
+Thy pains not used must by thyself be paid:
+Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward.
++Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd:+ +KING +
+It is not so with Him that all things knows
+As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows;
+But most it is presumption in us when
+The help of heaven we count the act of men.
+Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent;
+Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
+I am not an impostor that proclaim
+Myself against the level of mine aim;
+But know I think and think I know most sure
+My art is not past power nor you past cure.
++Are thou so confident? within what space+ +HELENA +
+Hopest thou my cure?
++The great'st grace lending grace+ +KING +
+Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
+Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring,
+Ere twice in murk and occidental damp
+Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp,
+Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass
+Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass,
+What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly,
+Health shall live free and sickness freely die.
++Upon thy certainty and confidence+ +HELENA +
+What darest thou venture?
++Tax of impudence,+ +KING +
+A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame
+Traduced by odious ballads: my maiden's name
+Sear'd otherwise; nay, worse--if worse--extended
+With vilest torture let my life be ended.
++Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak+ +HELENA +
+His powerful sound within an organ weak:
+And what impossibility would slay
+In common sense, sense saves another way.
+Thy life is dear; for all that life can rate
+Worth name of life in thee hath estimate,
+Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all
+That happiness and prime can happy call:
+Thou this to hazard needs must intimate
+Skill infinite or monstrous desperate.
+Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try,
+That ministers thine own death if I die.
++If I break time, or flinch in property+ +KING +
+Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die,
+And well deserved: not helping, death's my fee;
+But, if I help, what do you promise me?
++Make thy demand.+ +HELENA +
++ But will you make it even?+ +KING +
++Ay, by my sceptre and my hopes of heaven.+ +HELENA +
++Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly hand+ +KING +
+What husband in thy power I will command:
+Exempted 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 state;
+But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know
+Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
++Here is my hand; the premises observed,+
+Thy will by my performance shall be served:
+So make the choice of thy own time, for I,
+Thy resolved patient, on thee still rely.
+More should I question thee, and more I must,
+Though more to know could not be more to trust,
+From whence thou camest, how tended on: but rest
+Unquestion'd welcome and undoubted blest.
+Give me some help here, ho! If thou proceed
+As high as word, my deed shall match thy meed.
+Flourish. Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter COUNTESS and Clown ++ +COUNTESS ++Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of+ +Clown +
+your breeding.
++I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught: I+ +COUNTESS +
+know my business is but to the court.
++To the court! why, what place make you special,+ +Clown +
+when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court!
++Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he+ +COUNTESS +
+may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make
+a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand and say nothing,
+has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and indeed
+such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the
+court; but for me, I have an answer will serve all
+men.
++Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all+ +Clown +
+questions.
++It is like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks,+ +COUNTESS +
+the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn
+buttock, or any buttock.
++Will your answer serve fit to all questions?+ +Clown +
++As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney,+ +COUNTESS +
+as your French crown for your taffeta punk, as Tib's
+rush for Tom's forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove
+Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his
+hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding queen
+to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the
+friar's mouth, nay, as the pudding to his skin.
++Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all+ +Clown +
+questions?
++From below your duke to beneath your constable, it+ +COUNTESS +
+will fit any question.
++It must be an answer of most monstrous size that+ +Clown +
+must fit all demands.
++But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned+ +COUNTESS +
+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.
++To be young again, if we could: I will be a fool in+ +Clown +
+question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I
+pray you, sir, are you a courtier?
++O Lord, sir! There's a simple putting off. More,+ +COUNTESS +
+more, a hundred of them.
++Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.+ +Clown +
++O Lord, sir! Thick, thick, spare not me.+ +COUNTESS +
++I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.+ +Clown +
++O Lord, sir! Nay, put me to't, I warrant you.+ +COUNTESS +
++You were lately whipped, sir, as I think.+ +Clown +
++O Lord, sir! spare not me.+ +COUNTESS +
++Do you cry, 'O Lord, sir!' at your whipping, and+ +Clown +
+'spare not me?' Indeed your 'O Lord, sir!' is very
+sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well
+to a whipping, if you were but bound to't.
++I ne'er had worse luck in my life in my 'O Lord,+ +COUNTESS +
+sir!' I see things may serve long, but not serve ever.
++I play the noble housewife with the time+ +Clown +
+To entertain't so merrily with a fool.
++O Lord, sir! why, there't serves well again.+ +COUNTESS +
++An end, sir; to your business. Give Helen this,+ +Clown +
+And urge her to a present answer back:
+Commend me to my kinsmen and my son:
+This is not much.
++Not much commendation to them.+ +COUNTESS +
++Not much employment for you: you understand me?+ +Clown +
++Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs.+ +COUNTESS +
++Haste you again.+
+Exeunt severally
++
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+ ++Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES ++ +LAFEU ++They say miracles are past; and we have our+ +PAROLLES +
+philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar,
+things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that
+we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves
+into seeming knowledge, when we should submit
+ourselves to an unknown fear.
++Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath+ +BERTRAM +
+shot out in our latter times.
++And so 'tis.+ +LAFEU +
++To be relinquish'd of the artists,--+ +PAROLLES +
++So I say.+ +LAFEU +
++Both of Galen and Paracelsus.+ +PAROLLES +
++So I say.+ +LAFEU +
++Of all the learned and authentic fellows,--+ +PAROLLES +
++Right; so I say.+ +LAFEU +
++That gave him out incurable,--+ +PAROLLES +
++Why, there 'tis; so say I too.+ +LAFEU +
++Not to be helped,--+ +PAROLLES +
++Right; as 'twere, a man assured of a--+ +LAFEU +
++Uncertain life, and sure death.+ +PAROLLES +
++Just, you say well; so would I have said.+ +LAFEU +
++I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world.+ +PAROLLES +
++It is, indeed: if you will have it in showing, you+ +LAFEU +
+shall read it in--what do you call there?
++A showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly actor.+ +PAROLLES +
++That's it; I would have said the very same.+ +LAFEU +
++Why, your dolphin is not lustier: 'fore me,+ +PAROLLES +
+I speak in respect--
++Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the+ +LAFEU +
+brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a most
+facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the--
++Very hand of heaven.+ +PAROLLES +
++Ay, so I say.+ +LAFEU +
++In a most weak--+ +PAROLLES +
+pausing
+and debile minister, great power, great
+transcendence: which should, indeed, give us a
+further use to be made than alone the recovery of
+the king, as to be--
+pausing
+generally thankful.
++I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king.+ +LAFEU +
+Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants. LAFEU and PAROLLES retire
++Lustig, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid the+ +PAROLLES +
+better, whilst I have a tooth in my head: why, he's
+able to lead her a coranto.
++Mort du vinaigre! is not this Helen?+ +LAFEU +
++'Fore God, I think so.+ +KING +
++Go, call before me all the lords in court.+ +HELENA +
+Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;
+And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense
+Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive
+The confirmation of my promised gift,
+Which but attends thy naming.
+Enter three or four Lords
+Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel
+Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing,
+O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice
+I have to use: thy frank election make;
+Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.
++To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress+ +LAFEU +
+Fall, when Love please! marry, to each, but one!
++I'ld give bay Curtal and his furniture,+ +KING +
+My mouth no more were broken than these boys',
+And writ as little beard.
++Peruse them well:+ +HELENA +
+Not one of those but had a noble father.
++Gentlemen,+ +All +
+Heaven hath through me restored the king to health.
++We understand it, and thank heaven for you.+ +HELENA +
++I am a simple maid, and therein wealthiest,+ +KING +
+That I protest I simply am a maid.
+Please it your majesty, I have done already:
+The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,
+'We blush that thou shouldst choose; but, be refused,
+Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever;
+We'll ne'er come there again.'
++Make choice; and, see,+ +HELENA +
+Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me.
++Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly,+ +First Lord +
+And to imperial Love, that god most high,
+Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit?
++And grant it.+ +HELENA +
++ Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.+ +LAFEU +
++I had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace+ +HELENA +
+for my life.
++The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes,+ +Second Lord +
+Before I speak, too threateningly replies:
+Love make your fortunes twenty times above
+Her that so wishes and her humble love!
++No better, if you please.+ +HELENA +
++My wish receive,+ +LAFEU +
+Which great Love grant! and so, I take my leave.
++Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine,+ +HELENA +
+I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to the
+Turk, to make eunuchs of.
++Be not afraid that I your hand should take;+ +LAFEU +
+I'll never do you wrong for your own sake:
+Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed
+Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!
++These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her:+ +HELENA +
+sure, they are bastards to the English; the French
+ne'er got 'em.
++You are too young, too happy, and too good,+ +Fourth Lord +
+To make yourself a son out of my blood.
++Fair one, I think not so.+ +LAFEU +
++There's one grape yet; I am sure thy father drunk+ +HELENA +
+wine: but if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth
+of fourteen; I have known thee already.
++[To BERTRAM] I dare not say I take you; but I give+ +KING +
+Me and my service, ever whilst I live,
+Into your guiding power. This is the man.
++Why, then, young Bertram, take her; she's thy wife.+ +BERTRAM +
++My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness,+ +KING +
+In such a business give me leave to use
+The help of mine own eyes.
++Know'st thou not, Bertram,+ +BERTRAM +
+What she has done for me?
++Yes, my good lord;+ +KING +
+But never hope to know why I should marry her.
++Thou know'st she has raised me from my sickly bed.+ +BERTRAM +
++But follows it, my lord, to bring me down+ +KING +
+Must answer for your raising? I know her well:
+She had her breeding at my father's charge.
+A poor physician's daughter my wife! Disdain
+Rather corrupt me ever!
++'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which+ +BERTRAM +
+I can build up. Strange is it that our bloods,
+Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
+Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
+In differences so mighty. If she be
+All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikest,
+A poor physician's daughter, thou dislikest
+Of virtue for the name: but do not so:
+From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
+The place is dignified by the doer's deed:
+Where great additions swell's, and virtue none,
+It is a dropsied honour. Good alone
+Is good without a name. Vileness is so:
+The property by what it is should go,
+Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;
+In these to nature she's immediate heir,
+And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn,
+Which challenges itself as honour's born
+And is not like the sire: honours thrive,
+When rather from our acts we them derive
+Than our foregoers: the mere word's a slave
+Debosh'd on every tomb, on every grave
+A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb
+Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
+Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?
+If thou canst like this creature as a maid,
+I can create the rest: virtue and she
+Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me.
++I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.+ +KING +
++Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou shouldst strive to choose.+ +HELENA +
++That you are well restored, my lord, I'm glad:+ +KING +
+Let the rest go.
++My honour's at the stake; which to defeat,+ +BERTRAM +
+I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,
+Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift;
+That dost in vile misprision shackle up
+My love and her desert; that canst not dream,
+We, poising us in her defective scale,
+Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,
+It is in us to plant thine honour where
+We please to have it grow. Cheque thy contempt:
+Obey our will, which travails in thy good:
+Believe not thy disdain, but presently
+Do thine own fortunes that obedient right
+Which both thy duty owes and our power claims;
+Or I will throw thee from my care for ever
+Into the staggers and the careless lapse
+Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate
+Loosing upon thee, in the name of justice,
+Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer.
++Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit+ +KING +
+My fancy to your eyes: when I consider
+What great creation and what dole of honour
+Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late
+Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
+The praised of the king; who, so ennobled,
+Is as 'twere born so.
++Take her by the hand,+ +BERTRAM +
+And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
+A counterpoise, if not to thy estate
+A balance more replete.
++I take her hand.+ +KING +
++Good fortune and the favour of the king+ +LAFEU +
+Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony
+Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,
+And be perform'd to-night: the solemn feast
+Shall more attend upon the coming space,
+Expecting absent friends. As thou lovest her,
+Thy love's to me religious; else, does err.
+Exeunt all but LAFEU and PAROLLES
++[Advancing] Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you.+ +PAROLLES +
++Your pleasure, sir?+ +LAFEU +
++Your lord and master did well to make his+ +PAROLLES +
+recantation.
++Recantation! My lord! my master!+ +LAFEU +
++Ay; is it not a language I speak?+ +PAROLLES +
++A most harsh one, and not to be understood without+ +LAFEU +
+bloody succeeding. My master!
++Are you companion to the Count Rousillon?+ +PAROLLES +
++To any count, to all counts, to what is man.+ +LAFEU +
++To what is count's man: count's master is of+ +PAROLLES +
+another style.
++You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old.+ +LAFEU +
++I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which+ +PAROLLES +
+title age cannot bring thee.
++What I dare too well do, I dare not do.+ +LAFEU +
++I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty+ +PAROLLES +
+wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy
+travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs and the
+bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from
+believing thee a vessel of too great a burthen. I
+have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care
+not: yet art thou good for nothing but taking up; and
+that thou't scarce worth.
++Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee,--+ +LAFEU +
++Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou+ +PAROLLES +
+hasten thy trial; which if--Lord have mercy on thee
+for a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee
+well: thy casement I need not open, for I look
+through thee. Give me thy hand.
++My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.+ +LAFEU +
++Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.+ +PAROLLES +
++I have not, my lord, deserved it.+ +LAFEU +
++Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not+ +PAROLLES +
+bate thee a scruple.
++Well, I shall be wiser.+ +LAFEU +
++Even as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at+ +PAROLLES +
+a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound
+in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is
+to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold
+my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge,
+that I may say in the default, he is a man I know.
++My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.+ +LAFEU +
++I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor+ +PAROLLES +
+doing eternal: for doing I am past: as I will by
+thee, in what motion age will give me leave.
+Exit
++Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off+ +LAFEU +
+me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord! Well, I must
+be patient; there is no fettering of authority.
+I'll beat him, by my life, if I can meet him with
+any convenience, an he were double and double a
+lord. I'll have no more pity of his age than I
+would of--I'll beat him, an if I could but meet him again.
+Re-enter LAFEU
++Sirrah, your lord and master's married; there's news+ +PAROLLES +
+for you: you have a new mistress.
++I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make+ +LAFEU +
+some reservation of your wrongs: he is my good
+lord: whom I serve above is my master.
++Who? God?+ +PAROLLES +
++Ay, sir.+ +LAFEU +
++The devil it is that's thy master. Why dost thou+ +PAROLLES +
+garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make hose of
+sleeves? do other servants so? Thou wert best set
+thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine
+honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'ld beat
+thee: methinks, thou art a general offence, and
+every man should beat thee: I think thou wast
+created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.
++This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.+ +LAFEU +
++Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a+ +PAROLLES +
+kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond and
+no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords
+and honourable personages than the commission of your
+birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not
+worth another word, else I'ld call you knave. I leave you.
+Exit
++Good, very good; it is so then: good, very good;+ +BERTRAM +
+let it be concealed awhile.
+Re-enter BERTRAM
++Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!+ +PAROLLES +
++What's the matter, sweet-heart?+ +BERTRAM +
++Although before the solemn priest I have sworn,+ +PAROLLES +
+I will not bed her.
++What, what, sweet-heart?+ +BERTRAM +
++O my Parolles, they have married me!+ +PAROLLES +
+I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.
++France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits+ +BERTRAM +
+The tread of a man's foot: to the wars!
++There's letters from my mother: what the import is,+ +PAROLLES +
+I know not yet.
++Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my boy, to the wars!+ +BERTRAM +
+He wears his honour in a box unseen,
+That hugs his kicky-wicky here at home,
+Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
+Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
+Of Mars's fiery steed. To other regions
+France is a stable; we that dwell in't jades;
+Therefore, to the war!
++It shall be so: I'll send her to my house,+ +PAROLLES +
+Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
+And wherefore I am fled; write to the king
+That which I durst not speak; his present gift
+Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
+Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife
+To the dark house and the detested wife.
++Will this capriccio hold in thee? art sure?+ +BERTRAM +
++Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.+ +PAROLLES +
+I'll send her straight away: to-morrow
+I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.
++Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard:+
+A young man married is a man that's marr'd:
+Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go:
+The king has done you wrong: but, hush, 'tis so.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter HELENA and Clown ++ +HELENA ++My mother greets me kindly; is she well?+ +Clown +
++She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's+ +HELENA +
+very merry; but yet she is not well: but thanks be
+given, she's very well and wants nothing i', the
+world; but yet she is not well.
++If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's+ +Clown +
+not very well?
++Truly, she's very well indeed, but for two things.+ +HELENA +
++What two things?+ +Clown +
++One, that she's not in heaven, whither God send her+ +PAROLLES +
+quickly! the other that she's in earth, from whence
+God send her quickly!
+Enter PAROLLES
++Bless you, my fortunate lady!+ +HELENA +
++I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own+ +PAROLLES +
+good fortunes.
++You had my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them+ +Clown +
+on, have them still. O, my knave, how does my old lady?
++So that you had her wrinkles and I her money,+ +PAROLLES +
+I would she did as you say.
++Why, I say nothing.+ +Clown +
++Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's+ +PAROLLES +
+tongue shakes out his master's undoing: to say
+nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have
+nothing, is to be a great part of your title; which
+is within a very little of nothing.
++Away! thou'rt a knave.+ +Clown +
++You should have said, sir, before a knave thou'rt a+ +PAROLLES +
+knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had
+been truth, sir.
++Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.+ +Clown +
++Did you find me in yourself, sir? or were you+ +PAROLLES +
+taught to find me? The search, sir, was profitable;
+and much fool may you find in you, even to the
+world's pleasure and the increase of laughter.
++A good knave, i' faith, and well fed.+ +HELENA +
+Madam, my lord will go away to-night;
+A very serious business calls on him.
+The great prerogative and rite of love,
+Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge;
+But puts it off to a compell'd restraint;
+Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets,
+Which they distil now in the curbed time,
+To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy
+And pleasure drown the brim.
++What's his will else?+ +PAROLLES +
++That you will take your instant leave o' the king+ +HELENA +
+And make this haste as your own good proceeding,
+Strengthen'd with what apology you think
+May make it probable need.
++What more commands he?+ +PAROLLES +
++That, having this obtain'd, you presently+ +HELENA +
+Attend his further pleasure.
++In every thing I wait upon his will.+ +PAROLLES +
++I shall report it so.+ +HELENA +
++I pray you.+
+Exit PAROLLES
+Come, sirrah.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter LAFEU and BERTRAM ++ +LAFEU ++But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier.+ +BERTRAM +
++Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.+ +LAFEU +
++You have it from his own deliverance.+ +BERTRAM +
++And by other warranted testimony.+ +LAFEU +
++Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for a bunting.+ +BERTRAM +
++I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in+ +LAFEU +
+knowledge and accordingly valiant.
++I have then sinned against his experience and+ +PAROLLES +
+transgressed against his valour; and my state that
+way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my
+heart to repent. Here he comes: I pray you, make
+us friends; I will pursue the amity.
+Enter PAROLLES
++[To BERTRAM] These things shall be done, sir.+ +LAFEU +
++Pray you, sir, who's his tailor?+ +PAROLLES +
++Sir?+ +LAFEU +
++O, I know him well, I, sir; he, sir, 's a good+ +BERTRAM +
+workman, a very good tailor.
++[Aside to PAROLLES] Is she gone to the king?+ +PAROLLES +
++She is.+ +BERTRAM +
++Will she away to-night?+ +PAROLLES +
++As you'll have her.+ +BERTRAM +
++I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,+ +LAFEU +
+Given order for our horses; and to-night,
+When I should take possession of the bride,
+End ere I do begin.
++A good traveller is something at the latter end of a+ +BERTRAM +
+dinner; but one that lies three thirds and uses a
+known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should
+be once heard and thrice beaten. God save you, captain.
++Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur?+ +PAROLLES +
++I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's+ +LAFEU +
+displeasure.
++You have made shift to run into 't, boots and spurs+ +BERTRAM +
+and all, like him that leaped into the custard; and
+out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer
+question for your residence.
++It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.+ +LAFEU +
++And shall do so ever, though I took him at 's+ +PAROLLES +
+prayers. Fare you well, my lord; and believe this
+of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut; the
+soul of this man is his clothes. Trust him not in
+matter of heavy consequence; I have kept of them
+tame, and know their natures. Farewell, monsieur:
+I have spoken better of you than you have or will to
+deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil.
+Exit
++An idle lord. I swear.+ +BERTRAM +
++I think so.+ +PAROLLES +
++Why, do you not know him?+ +BERTRAM +
++Yes, I do know him well, and common speech+ +HELENA +
+Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
+Enter HELENA
++I have, sir, as I was commanded from you,+ +BERTRAM +
+Spoke with the king and have procured his leave
+For present parting; only he desires
+Some private speech with you.
++I shall obey his will.+ +HELENA +
+You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
+Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
+The ministration and required office
+On my particular. Prepared I was not
+For such a business; therefore am I found
+So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you
+That presently you take our way for home;
+And rather muse than ask why I entreat you,
+For my respects are better than they seem
+And my appointments have in them a need
+Greater than shows itself at the first view
+To you that know them not. This to my mother:
+Giving a letter
+'Twill be two days ere I shall see you, so
+I leave you to your wisdom.
++Sir, I can nothing say,+ +BERTRAM +
+But that I am your most obedient servant.
++Come, come, no more of that.+ +HELENA +
++And ever shall+ +BERTRAM +
+With true observance seek to eke out that
+Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd
+To equal my great fortune.
++Let that go:+ +HELENA +
+My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.
++Pray, sir, your pardon.+ +BERTRAM +
++Well, what would you say?+ +HELENA +
++I am not worthy of the wealth I owe,+ +BERTRAM +
+Nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is;
+But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
+What law does vouch mine own.
++What would you have?+ +HELENA +
++Something; and scarce so much: nothing, indeed.+ +BERTRAM +
+I would not tell you what I would, my lord:
+Faith yes;
+Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.
++I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.+ +HELENA +
++I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.+ +BERTRAM +
++Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.+ +PAROLLES +
+Exit HELENA
+Go thou toward home; where I will never come
+Whilst I can shake my sword or hear the drum.
+Away, and for our flight.
++Bravely, coragio!
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence attended; the two Frenchmen, with a troop of soldiers. ++ +DUKE ++So that from point to point now have you heard+ +First Lord +
+The fundamental reasons of this war,
+Whose great decision hath much blood let forth
+And more thirsts after.
++Holy seems the quarrel+ +DUKE +
+Upon your grace's part; black and fearful
+On the opposer.
++Therefore we marvel much our cousin France+ +Second Lord +
+Would in so just a business shut his bosom
+Against our borrowing prayers.
++Good my lord,+ +DUKE +
+The reasons of our state I cannot yield,
+But like 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
+Myself in my incertain grounds to fail
+As often as I guess'd.
++Be it his pleasure.+ +First Lord +
++But I am sure the younger of our nature,+ +DUKE +
+That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
+Come here for physic.
++Welcome shall they be;+
+And all the honours that can fly from us
+Shall on them settle. You know your places well;
+When better fall, for your avails they fell:
+To-morrow to the field.
+Flourish. Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter COUNTESS and Clown ++ +COUNTESS ++It hath happened all as I would have had it, save+ +Clown +
+that he comes not along with her.
++By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very+ +COUNTESS +
+melancholy man.
++By what observance, I pray you?+ +Clown +
++Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mend the+ +COUNTESS +
+ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his
+teeth and sing. I know a man that had this trick of
+melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song.
++Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.+ +Clown +
+Opening a letter
++I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our+ +COUNTESS +
+old ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing
+like your old ling and your Isbels o' the court:
+the brains of my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to
+love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.
++What have we here?+ +Clown +
++E'en that you have there.+ +COUNTESS +
+Exit
++[Reads] I have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath+ +Clown +
+recovered the king, and undone me. 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 fly the favours of so good a king;
+To pluck his indignation on thy head
+By the misprising of a maid too virtuous
+For the contempt of empire.
+Re-enter Clown
++O madam, yonder is heavy news within between two+ +COUNTESS +
+soldiers and my young lady!
++What is the matter?+ +Clown +
++Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some+ +COUNTESS +
+comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I
+thought he would.
++Why should he be killed?+ +Clown +
++So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does:+ +First Gentleman +
+the danger is in standing to't; that's the loss of
+men, though it be the getting of children. Here
+they come will tell you more: for my part, I only
+hear your son was run away.
+Exit
+Enter HELENA, and two Gentlemen
++Save you, good madam.+ +HELENA +
++Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.+ +Second Gentleman +
++Do not say so.+ +COUNTESS +
++Think upon patience. Pray you, gentlemen,+ +Second Gentleman +
+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?
++Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:+ +HELENA +
+We met him thitherward; for thence we came,
+And, after some dispatch in hand at court,
+Thither we bend again.
++Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport.+ +COUNTESS +
+Reads
+When thou canst get the ring upon my finger which
+never shall come off, and show me a child begotten
+of thy body that I am father to, then call me
+husband: but in such a 'then' I write a 'never.'
+This is a dreadful sentence.
++Brought you this letter, gentlemen?+ +First Gentleman +
++Ay, madam;+ +COUNTESS +
+And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pain.
++I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;+ +Second Gentleman +
+If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
+Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son;
+But I do wash his name out of my blood,
+And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?
++Ay, madam.+ +COUNTESS +
++ And to be a soldier?+ +Second Gentleman +
++Such is his noble purpose; and believe 't,+ +COUNTESS +
+The duke will lay upon him all the honour
+That good convenience claims.
++Return you thither?+ +First Gentleman +
++Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.+ +HELENA +
++[Reads] Till I have no wife I have nothing in France.+ +COUNTESS +
+'Tis bitter.
++ Find you that there?+ +HELENA +
++Ay, madam.+ +First Gentleman +
++'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which his+ +COUNTESS +
+heart was not consenting to.
++Nothing in France, until he have no wife!+ +First Gentleman +
+There's nothing here that is too good for him
+But only she; and she deserves a lord
+That twenty such rude boys might tend upon
+And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him?
++A servant only, and a gentleman+ +COUNTESS +
+Which I have sometime known.
++Parolles, was it not?+ +First Gentleman +
++Ay, my good lady, he.+ +COUNTESS +
++A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.+ +First Gentleman +
+My son corrupts a well-derived nature
+With his inducement.
++Indeed, good lady,+ +COUNTESS +
+The fellow has a deal of that too much,
+Which holds him much to have.
++You're welcome, gentlemen.+ +Second Gentleman +
+I will entreat you, when you see my son,
+To tell him that his sword can never win
+The honour that he loses: more I'll entreat you
+Written to bear along.
++We serve you, madam,+ +COUNTESS +
+In that and all your worthiest affairs.
++Not so, but as we change our courtesies.+ +HELENA +
+Will you draw near!
+Exeunt COUNTESS and Gentlemen
++'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'+
+Nothing in France, until he has no wife!
+Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France;
+Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is't I
+That chase thee from thy country and expose
+Those 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 shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
+Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,
+That ride upon the violent speed of fire,
+Fly with false aim; move the still-peering air,
+That sings with piercing; do not touch my lord.
+Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;
+Whoever charges on his forward breast,
+I am the caitiff that do hold him to't;
+And, though I kill him not, I am the cause
+His death was so effected: better 'twere
+I met the ravin lion when he roar'd
+With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere
+That all the miseries which nature owes
+Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon,
+Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
+As oft it loses all: I will be gone;
+My being here it is that holds thee hence:
+Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, although
+The air of paradise did fan the house
+And angels officed all: I will be gone,
+That pitiful rumour may report my flight,
+To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day!
+For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.
+Exit
++
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+ ++Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, BERTRAM, PAROLLES, Soldiers, Drum, and Trumpets ++ +DUKE ++The general of our horse thou art; and we,+ +BERTRAM +
+Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
+Upon thy promising fortune.
++Sir, it is+ +DUKE +
+A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
+We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
+To the extreme edge of hazard.
++Then go thou forth;+ +BERTRAM +
+And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
+As thy auspicious mistress!
++This very day,+
+Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
+Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove
+A lover of thy drum, hater of love.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter COUNTESS and Steward ++ +COUNTESS ++Alas! and would you take the letter of her?+ +Steward +
+Might you not know she would do as she has done,
+By sending me a letter? Read it again.
++[Reads]+ +COUNTESS +
+I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone:
+Ambitious love hath so in me offended,
+That barefoot plod I the cold ground upon,
+With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
+Write, write, that from the bloody course of war
+My dearest master, your dear son, may hie:
+Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far
+His name with zealous fervor sanctify:
+His taken labours bid him me forgive;
+I, his despiteful 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 myself embrace, to set him free.
++Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!+ +Steward +
+Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much,
+As letting her pass so: had I spoke with her,
+I could have well diverted her intents,
+Which thus she hath prevented.
++Pardon me, madam:+ +COUNTESS +
+If I had given you this at over-night,
+She might have been o'erta'en; and yet she writes,
+Pursuit would be but vain.
++What angel shall+
+Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive,
+Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear
+And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath
+Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo,
+To this unworthy husband of his wife;
+Let every word weigh heavy of her worth
+That he does weigh too light: my greatest grief.
+Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.
+Dispatch the most convenient messenger:
+When haply he shall hear that she is gone,
+He will return; and hope I may that she,
+Hearing so much, will speed her foot again,
+Led hither by pure love: which of them both
+Is dearest to me. I have no skill in sense
+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
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. Florence. Without the walls. A tucket afar off. + + + + + + ++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. Florence. Without the walls. A tucket afar off.
+ ++Enter an old Widow of Florence, DIANA, VIOLENTA, and MARIANA, with other Citizens ++ +Widow ++Nay, come; for if they do approach the city, we+ +DIANA +
+shall lose all the sight.
++They say the French count has done most honourable service.+ +Widow +
++It is reported that he has taken their greatest+ +MARIANA +
+commander; and that with his own hand he slew the
+duke's brother.
+Tucket
+We have lost our labour; they are gone a contrary
+way: hark! you may know by their trumpets.
++Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves with+ +Widow +
+the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this
+French earl: the honour of a maid is her name; and
+no legacy is so rich as honesty.
++I have told my neighbour how you have been solicited+ +MARIANA +
+by a gentleman his companion.
++I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles: a+ +DIANA +
+filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the
+young earl. Beware of them, Diana; their promises,
+enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of
+lust, are not the things they go under: many a maid
+hath been seduced by them; and the misery is,
+example, that so terrible shows in the wreck of
+maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession,
+but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten
+them. I hope I need not to advise you further; but
+I hope your own grace will keep you where you are,
+though there were no further danger known but the
+modesty which is so lost.
++You shall not need to fear me.+ +Widow +
++I hope so.+ +HELENA +
+Enter HELENA, disguised like a Pilgrim
+Look, here comes a pilgrim: I know she will lie at
+my house; thither they send one another: I'll
+question her. God save you, pilgrim! whither are you bound?
++To Saint Jaques le Grand.+ +Widow +
+Where do the palmers lodge, I do beseech you?
++At the Saint Francis here beside the port.+ +HELENA +
++Is this the way?+ +Widow +
++Ay, marry, is't.+ +HELENA +
+A march afar
+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 lodged;
+The rather, for I think I know your hostess
+As ample as myself.
++Is it yourself?+ +Widow +
++If you shall please so, pilgrim.+ +HELENA +
++I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure.+ +Widow +
++You came, I think, from France?+ +HELENA +
++I did so.+ +Widow +
++Here you shall see a countryman of yours+ +HELENA +
+That has done worthy service.
++His name, I pray you.+ +DIANA +
++The Count Rousillon: know you such a one?+ +HELENA +
++But by the ear, that hears most nobly of him:+ +DIANA +
+His face I know not.
++Whatsome'er he is,+ +HELENA +
+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?
++Ay, surely, mere the truth: I know his lady.+ +DIANA +
++There is a gentleman that serves the count+ +HELENA +
+Reports but coarsely of her.
++What's his name?+ +DIANA +
++Monsieur Parolles.+ +HELENA +
++ O, I believe with him,+ +DIANA +
+In argument of praise, or to the worth
+Of the great count himself, she is too mean
+To have her name repeated: all her deserving
+Is a reserved honesty, and that
+I have not heard examined.
++Alas, poor lady!+ +Widow +
+'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife
+Of a detesting lord.
++I warrant, good creature, wheresoe'er she is,+ +HELENA +
+Her heart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her
+A shrewd turn, if she pleased.
++How do you mean?+ +Widow +
+May be the amorous count solicits her
+In the unlawful purpose.
++He does indeed;+ +MARIANA +
+And brokes 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 honestest defence.
++The gods forbid else!+ +Widow +
++So, now they come:+ +HELENA +
+Drum and Colours
+Enter BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and the whole army
+That is Antonio, the duke's eldest son;
+That, Escalus.
++ Which is the Frenchman?+ +DIANA +
++He;+ +HELENA +
+That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow.
+I would he loved his wife: if he were honester
+He were much goodlier: is't not a handsome gentleman?
++I like him well.+ +DIANA +
++'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave+ +HELENA +
+That leads him to these places: were I his lady,
+I would Poison that vile rascal.
++Which is he?+ +DIANA +
++That jack-an-apes with scarfs: why is he melancholy?+ +HELENA +
++Perchance he's hurt i' the battle.+ +PAROLLES +
++Lose our drum! well.+ +MARIANA +
++He's shrewdly vexed at something: look, he has spied us.+ +Widow +
++Marry, hang you!+ +MARIANA +
++And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier!+ +Widow +
+Exeunt BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and army
++The troop is past. Come, pilgrim, I will bring you+ +HELENA +
+Where you shall host: of enjoin'd penitents
+There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound,
+Already at my house.
++I humbly thank you:+ +BOTH +
+Please it this matron and this gentle maid
+To eat with us to-night, the charge and thanking
+Shall be for me; and, to requite you further,
+I will bestow some precepts of this virgin
+Worthy the note.
++ We'll take your offer kindly.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VI. Camp before Florence.
+ ++Enter BERTRAM and the two French Lords ++ +Second Lord ++Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him have his+ +First Lord +
+way.
++If your lordship find him not a hilding, hold me no+ +Second Lord +
+more in your respect.
++On my life, my lord, a bubble.+ +BERTRAM +
++Do you think I am so far deceived in him?+ +Second Lord +
++Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct knowledge,+ +First Lord +
+without any malice, but to speak of him as my
+kinsman, he's a most notable coward, an infinite and
+endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner
+of no one good quality worthy your lordship's
+entertainment.
++It were fit you knew him; lest, reposing too far in+ +BERTRAM +
+his virtue, which he hath not, he might at some
+great and trusty business in a main danger fail you.
++I would I knew in what particular action to try him.+ +First Lord +
++None better than to let him fetch off his drum,+ +Second Lord +
+which you hear him so confidently undertake to do.
++I, with a troop of Florentines, will suddenly+ +First Lord +
+surprise him; such I will have, whom I am sure he
+knows not from the enemy: we will bind and hoodwink
+him so, that he shall suppose no other but that he
+is carried into the leaguer of the adversaries, when
+we bring him to our own tents. Be but your lordship
+present at his examination: if he do not, for the
+promise of his life and in the highest compulsion of
+base fear, offer to betray you and deliver all the
+intelligence in his power against you, and that with
+the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath, never
+trust my judgment in any thing.
++O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum;+ +Second Lord +
+he says he has a stratagem for't: when your
+lordship sees the bottom of his success in't, and to
+what metal this counterfeit lump of ore will be
+melted, if you give him not John Drum's
+entertainment, your inclining cannot be removed.
+Here he comes.
+Enter PAROLLES
++[Aside to BERTRAM] O, for the love of laughter,+ +BERTRAM +
+hinder not the honour of his design: let him fetch
+off his drum in any hand.
++How now, monsieur! this drum sticks sorely in your+ +First Lord +
+disposition.
++A pox on't, let it go; 'tis but a drum.+ +PAROLLES +
++'But a drum'! is't 'but a drum'? A drum so lost!+ +First Lord +
+There was excellent command,--to charge in with our
+horse upon our own wings, and to rend our own soldiers!
++That was not to be blamed in the command of the+ +BERTRAM +
+service: it was a disaster of war that Caesar
+himself could not have prevented, if he had been
+there to command.
++Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success: some+ +PAROLLES +
+dishonour we had in the loss of that drum; but it is
+not to be recovered.
++It might have been recovered.+ +BERTRAM +
++It might; but it is not now.+ +PAROLLES +
++It is to be recovered: but that the merit of+ +BERTRAM +
+service is seldom attributed to the true and exact
+performer, I would have that drum or another, or
+'hic jacet.'
++Why, if you have a stomach, to't, monsieur: if you+ +PAROLLES +
+think your mystery in stratagem can bring this
+instrument of honour again into his native quarter,
+be magnanimous in the enterprise and go on; I will
+grace the attempt for a worthy exploit: if you
+speed well in it, the duke shall both speak of it.
+and extend to you what further becomes his
+greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your
+worthiness.
++By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it.+ +BERTRAM +
++But you must not now slumber in it.+ +PAROLLES +
++I'll about it this evening: and I will presently+ +BERTRAM +
+pen down my dilemmas, encourage myself in my
+certainty, put myself into my mortal preparation;
+and by midnight look to hear further from me.
++May I be bold to acquaint his grace you are gone about it?+ +PAROLLES +
++I know not what the success will be, my lord; but+ +BERTRAM +
+the attempt I vow.
++I know thou'rt valiant; and, to the possibility of+ +PAROLLES +
+thy soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell.
++I love not many words.+ +Second Lord +
+Exit
++No more than a fish loves water. Is not this a+ +First Lord +
+strange fellow, my lord, that so confidently seems
+to undertake this business, which he knows is not to
+be done; damns himself to do and dares better be
+damned than to do't?
++You do not know him, my lord, as we do: certain it+ +BERTRAM +
+is that he will steal himself into a man's favour and
+for a week escape a great deal of discoveries; but
+when you find him out, you have him ever after.
++Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of+ +Second Lord +
+this that so seriously he does address himself unto?
++None in the world; but return with an invention and+ +First Lord +
+clap upon you two or three probable lies: but we
+have almost embossed him; you shall see his fall
+to-night; for indeed he is not for your lordship's respect.
++We'll make you some sport with the fox ere we case+ +Second Lord +
+him. He was first smoked by the old lord Lafeu:
+when his disguise and he is parted, tell me what a
+sprat you shall find him; which you shall see this
+very night.
++I must go look my twigs: he shall be caught.+ +BERTRAM +
++Your brother he shall go along with me.+ +Second Lord +
++As't please your lordship: I'll leave you.+ +BERTRAM +
+Exit
++Now will I lead you to the house, and show you+ +First Lord +
+The lass I spoke of.
++But you say she's honest.+ +BERTRAM +
++That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once+ +First Lord +
+And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her,
+By this same coxcomb that we have i' the wind,
+Tokens and letters which she did re-send;
+And this is all I have done. She's a fair creature:
+Will you go see her?
++With all my heart, my lord.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE VII. Florence. The Widow's house.
+ ++Enter HELENA and Widow ++ +HELENA ++If you misdoubt me that I am not she,+ +Widow +
+I know not how I shall assure you further,
+But I shall lose the grounds I work upon.
++Though my estate be fallen, I was well born,+ +HELENA +
+Nothing acquainted with these businesses;
+And would not put my reputation now
+In any staining act.
++Nor would I wish you.+ +Widow +
+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 shall borrow,
+Err in bestowing it.
++I should believe you:+ +HELENA +
+For you have show'd me that which well approves
+You're great in fortune.
++Take this purse of gold,+ +Widow +
+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 siege before her beauty,
+Resolved to carry her: let her in fine consent,
+As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it.
+Now his important blood will nought deny
+That she'll demand: a ring the county wears,
+That downward hath succeeded in his house
+From son to son, some four or five descents
+Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds
+In most rich choice; yet in his idle fire,
+To buy his will, it would not seem too dear,
+Howe'er repented after.
++Now I see+ +HELENA +
+The bottom of your purpose.
++You see it lawful, then: it is no more,+ +Widow +
+But that your daughter, ere she seems as won,
+Desires this ring; appoints him an encounter;
+In fine, delivers me to fill the time,
+Herself most chastely absent: after this,
+To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns
+To what is passed already.
++I have yielded:+ +HELENA +
+Instruct my daughter how she shall persever,
+That time and place with this deceit so lawful
+May prove coherent. Every night he comes
+With musics of all sorts and songs composed
+To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us
+To chide him from our eaves; for he persists
+As if his life lay on't.
++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 act,
+Where both not sin, and yet a sinful fact:
+But let's about it.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter Second French Lord, with five or six other Soldiers in ambush ++ +Second Lord ++He can come no other way but by this hedge-corner.+ +First Soldier +
+When you sally upon him, speak what terrible
+language you will: though you understand it not
+yourselves, no matter; for we must not seem to
+understand him, unless some one among us whom we
+must produce for an interpreter.
++Good captain, let me be the interpreter.+ +Second Lord +
++Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice?+ +First Soldier +
++No, sir, I warrant you.+ +Second Lord +
++But what linsey-woolsey hast thou to speak to us again?+ +First Soldier +
++E'en such as you speak to me.+ +Second Lord +
++He must think us some band of strangers i' the+ +PAROLLES +
+adversary's entertainment. Now he hath a smack of
+all neighbouring languages; therefore we must every
+one be a man of his own fancy, not to know what we
+speak one to another; so we seem to know, is to
+know straight our purpose: choughs' language,
+gabble enough, and good enough. As for you,
+interpreter, you must seem very politic. But couch,
+ho! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a sleep,
+and then to return and swear the lies he forges.
+Enter PAROLLES
++Ten o'clock: within these three hours 'twill be+ +Second Lord +
+time enough to go home. What shall I say I have
+done? It must be a very plausive invention that
+carries it: they begin to smoke me; and disgraces
+have of late knocked too often at my door. I find
+my tongue is too foolhardy; but my heart hath the
+fear of Mars before it and of his creatures, not
+daring the reports of my tongue.
++This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue+ +PAROLLES +
+was guilty of.
++What the devil should move me to undertake the+ +Second Lord +
+recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the
+impossibility, and knowing I had no such purpose? I
+must give myself some hurts, and say I got them in
+exploit: yet slight 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-woman's mouth and buy myself another of
+Bajazet's mule, if you prattle me into these perils.
++Is it possible he should know what he is, and be+ +PAROLLES +
+that he is?
++I would the cutting of my garments would serve the+ +Second Lord +
+turn, or the breaking of my Spanish sword.
++We cannot afford you so.+ +PAROLLES +
++Or the baring of my beard; and to say it was in+ +Second Lord +
+stratagem.
++'Twould not do.+ +PAROLLES +
++Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped.+ +Second Lord +
++Hardly serve.+ +PAROLLES +
++Though I swore I leaped from the window of the citadel.+ +Second Lord +
++How deep?+ +PAROLLES +
++Thirty fathom.+ +Second Lord +
++Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed.+ +PAROLLES +
++I would I had any drum of the enemy's: I would swear+ +Second Lord +
+I recovered it.
++You shall hear one anon.+ +PAROLLES +
++A drum now of the enemy's,--+ +Second Lord +
+Alarum within
++Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo.+ +All +
++Cargo, cargo, cargo, villiando par corbo, cargo.+ +PAROLLES +
++O, ransom, ransom! do not hide mine eyes.+ +First Soldier +
+They seize and blindfold him
++Boskos thromuldo boskos.+ +PAROLLES +
++I know you are the Muskos' regiment:+ +First Soldier +
+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'll
+Discover that which shall undo the Florentine.
++Boskos vauvado: I understand thee, and can speak+ +PAROLLES +
+thy tongue. Kerely bonto, sir, betake thee to thy
+faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.
++O!+ +First Soldier +
++O, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche.+ +Second Lord +
++Oscorbidulchos volivorco.+ +First Soldier +
++The general is content to spare thee yet;+ +PAROLLES +
+And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on
+To gather from thee: haply thou mayst inform
+Something to save thy life.
++O, let me live!+ +First Soldier +
+And all the secrets of our camp I'll show,
+Their force, their purposes; nay, I'll speak that
+Which you will wonder at.
++But wilt thou faithfully?+ +PAROLLES +
++If I do not, damn me.+ +First Soldier +
++Acordo linta.+ +Second Lord +
+Come on; thou art granted space.
+Exit, with PAROLLES guarded. A short alarum within
++Go, tell the Count Rousillon, and my brother,+ +Second Soldier +
+We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled
+Till we do hear from them.
++Captain, I will.+ +Second Lord +
++A' will betray us all unto ourselves:+ +Second Soldier +
+Inform on that.
++ So I will, sir.+ +Second Lord +
++Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter BERTRAM and DIANA ++ +BERTRAM ++They told me that your name was Fontibell.+ +DIANA +
++No, my good lord, Diana.+ +BERTRAM +
++Titled goddess;+ +DIANA +
+And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
+In your fine frame hath love no quality?
+If quick fire of youth light not your mind,
+You are no maiden, but a monument:
+When you are dead, you should be such a one
+As you are now, for you are cold and stem;
+And now you should be as your mother was
+When your sweet self was got.
++She then was honest.+ +BERTRAM +
++So should you be.+ +DIANA +
++No:+ +BERTRAM +
+My mother did but duty; such, my lord,
+As you owe to your wife.
++No more o' that;+ +DIANA +
+I prithee, do not strive against my vows:
+I was compell'd to her; but I love thee
+By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever
+Do thee all rights of service.
++Ay, so you serve us+ +BERTRAM +
+Till we serve you; but when you have our roses,
+You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves
+And mock us with our bareness.
++How have I sworn!+ +DIANA +
++'Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth,+ +BERTRAM +
+But the plain single vow that is vow'd true.
+What is not holy, that we swear not by,
+But take the High'st to witness: then, pray you, tell me,
+If I should swear by God's great attributes,
+I loved you dearly, would you believe my oaths,
+When I did love you ill? This has no holding,
+To swear by him whom I protest to love,
+That I will work against him: therefore your oaths
+Are words and poor conditions, but unseal'd,
+At least in my opinion.
++Change it, change it;+ +DIANA +
+Be not so holy-cruel: love is holy;
+And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts
+That you do charge men with. Stand no more off,
+But give thyself unto my sick desires,
+Who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever
+My love as it begins shall so persever.
++I see that men make ropes in such a scarre+ +BERTRAM +
+That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.
++I'll lend it thee, my dear; but have no power+ +DIANA +
+To give it from me.
++Will you not, my lord?+ +BERTRAM +
++It is an honour 'longing to our house,+ +DIANA +
+Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
+Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
+In me to lose.
++ Mine honour's such a ring:+ +BERTRAM +
+My chastity's the jewel of our house,
+Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
+Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
+In me to lose: thus your own proper wisdom
+Brings in the champion Honour on my part,
+Against your vain assault.
++Here, take my ring:+ +DIANA +
+My house, mine honour, yea, my life, be thine,
+And I'll be bid by thee.
++When midnight comes, knock at my chamber-window:+ +BERTRAM +
+I'll 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 reasons 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'll put
+Another ring, that what in time proceeds
+May token to the future our past deeds.
+Adieu, till then; then, fail not. You have won
+A wife of me, though there my hope be done.
++A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.+ +DIANA +
+Exit
++For which live long to thank both heaven and me!+
+You may so in the end.
+My mother told me just how he would woo,
+As if she sat in 's heart; she says all men
+Have the like oaths: he had sworn to marry me
+When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him
+When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid,
+Marry that will, I live and die a maid:
+Only in this disguise I think't no sin
+To cozen him that would unjustly win.
+Exit
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. The Florentine camp.
+ ++Enter the two French Lords and some two or three Soldiers ++ +First Lord ++You have not given him his mother's letter?+ +Second Lord +
++I have delivered it an hour since: there is+ +First Lord +
+something in't that stings his nature; for on the
+reading it he changed almost into another man.
++He has much worthy blame laid upon him for shaking+ +Second Lord +
+off so good a wife and so sweet a lady.
++Especially he hath incurred the everlasting+ +First Lord +
+displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his
+bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a
+thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with you.
++When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the+ +Second Lord +
+grave of it.
++He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in+ +First Lord +
+Florence, of a most chaste 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 unchaste composition.
++Now, God delay our rebellion! as we are ourselves,+ +Second Lord +
+what things are we!
++Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course+ +First Lord +
+of all treasons, we still see them reveal
+themselves, till they attain to their abhorred ends,
+so he that in this action contrives against his own
+nobility, in his proper stream o'erflows himself.
++Is it not meant damnable in us, to be trumpeters of+ +Second Lord +
+our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his
+company to-night?
++Not till after midnight; for he is dieted to his hour.+ +First Lord +
++That approaches apace; I would gladly have him see+ +Second Lord +
+his company anatomized, that he might take a measure
+of his own judgments, wherein so curiously he had
+set this counterfeit.
++We will not meddle with him till he come; for his+ +First Lord +
+presence must be the whip of the other.
++In the mean time, what hear you of these wars?+ +Second Lord +
++I hear there is an overture of peace.+ +First Lord +
++Nay, I assure you, a peace concluded.+ +Second Lord +
++What will Count Rousillon do then? will he travel+ +First Lord +
+higher, or return again into France?
++I perceive, by this demand, you are not altogether+ +Second Lord +
+of his council.
++Let it be forbid, sir; so should I be a great deal+ +First Lord +
+of his act.
++Sir, his wife some two months since fled from his+ +Second Lord +
+house: her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques
+le Grand; which holy undertaking with most austere
+sanctimony she accomplished; and, there residing the
+tenderness of her nature became as a prey to her
+grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and
+now she sings in heaven.
++How is this justified?+ +First Lord +
++The stronger part of it by her own letters, which+ +Second Lord +
+makes her story true, even to the point of her
+death: her death itself, which could not be her
+office to say is come, was faithfully confirmed by
+the rector of the place.
++Hath the count all this intelligence?+ +First Lord +
++Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from+ +Second Lord +
+point, so to the full arming of the verity.
++I am heartily sorry that he'll be glad of this.+ +First Lord +
++How mightily sometimes we make us comforts of our losses!+ +Second Lord +
++And how mightily some other times we drown our gain+ +First Lord +
+in tears! The great dignity that his valour hath
+here acquired for him shall at home be encountered
+with a shame as ample.
++The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and+ +Servant +
+ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our
+faults whipped them not; and our crimes would
+despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
+Enter a Messenger
+How now! where's your master?
++He met the duke in the street, sir, of whom he hath+ +Second Lord +
+taken a solemn leave: his lordship will next
+morning for France. The duke hath offered him
+letters of commendations to the king.
++They shall be no more than needful there, if they+ +First Lord +
+were more than they can commend.
++They cannot be too sweet for the king's tartness.+ +BERTRAM +
+Here's his lordship now.
+Enter BERTRAM
+How now, my lord! is't not after midnight?
++I have to-night dispatched sixteen businesses, a+ +Second Lord +
+month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success:
+I have congied with the duke, done my adieu with his
+nearest; buried a wife, mourned for her; writ to my
+lady mother I am returning; entertained my convoy;
+and between these main parcels of dispatch effected
+many nicer needs; the last was the greatest, but
+that I have not ended yet.
++If the business be of any difficulty, and this+ +BERTRAM +
+morning your departure hence, it requires haste of
+your lordship.
++I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing to+ +Second Lord +
+hear of it hereafter. But shall we have this
+dialogue between the fool and the soldier? Come,
+bring forth this counterfeit module, he has deceived
+me, like a double-meaning prophesier.
++Bring him forth: has sat i' the stocks all night,+ +BERTRAM +
+poor gallant knave.
++No matter: his heels have deserved it, in usurping+ +Second Lord +
+his spurs so long. How does he carry himself?
++I have told your lordship already, the stocks carry+ +BERTRAM +
+him. But to answer you as you would be understood;
+he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk: he
+hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes
+to be a friar, from the time of his remembrance to
+this very instant disaster of his setting i' the
+stocks: and what think you he hath confessed?
++Nothing of me, has a'?+ +Second Lord +
++His confession is taken, and it shall be read to his+ +BERTRAM +
+face: if your lordship be in't, as I believe you
+are, you must have the patience to hear it.
+Enter PAROLLES guarded, and First Soldier
++A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of+ +First Lord +
+me: hush, hush!
++Hoodman comes! Portotartarosa+ +First Soldier +
++He calls for the tortures: what will you say+ +PAROLLES +
+without 'em?
++I will confess what I know without constraint: if+ +First Soldier +
+ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say no more.
++Bosko chimurcho.+ +First Lord +
++Boblibindo chicurmurco.+ +First Soldier +
++You are a merciful general. Our general bids you+ +PAROLLES +
+answer to what I shall ask you out of a note.
++And truly, as I hope to live.+ +First Soldier +
++[Reads] 'First demand of him how many horse the+ +PAROLLES +
+duke is strong.' What say you to that?
++Five or six thousand; but very weak and+ +First Soldier +
+unserviceable: the troops are all scattered, and
+the commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation
+and credit and as I hope to live.
++Shall I set down your answer so?+ +PAROLLES +
++Do: I'll take the sacrament on't, how and which way you will.+ +BERTRAM +
++All's one to him. What a past-saving slave is this!+ +First Lord +
++You're deceived, my lord: this is Monsieur+ +Second Lord +
+Parolles, the gallant militarist,--that was his own
+phrase,--that had the whole theoric of war in the
+knot of his scarf, and the practise in the chape of
+his dagger.
++I will never trust a man again for keeping his sword+ +First Soldier +
+clean. nor believe he can have every thing in him
+by wearing his apparel neatly.
++Well, that's set down.+ +PAROLLES +
++Five or six thousand horse, I said,-- I will say+ +First Lord +
+true,--or thereabouts, set down, for I'll speak truth.
++He's very near the truth in this.+ +BERTRAM +
++But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he+ +PAROLLES +
+delivers it.
++Poor rogues, I pray you, say.+ +First Soldier +
++Well, that's set down.+ +PAROLLES +
++I humbly thank you, sir: a truth's a truth, the+ +First Soldier +
+rogues are marvellous poor.
++[Reads] 'Demand of him, of what strength they are+ +PAROLLES +
+a-foot.' What say you to that?
++By my troth, sir, if I were to live this present+ +BERTRAM +
+hour, I will tell true. Let me see: Spurio, a
+hundred and fifty; Sebastian, so many; Corambus, so
+many; Jaques, so many; Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick,
+and Gratii, two hundred and fifty each; mine own
+company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred and
+fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten and
+sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand
+poll; half of the which dare not shake snow from off
+their cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces.
++What shall be done to him?+ +First Lord +
++Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my+ +First Soldier +
+condition, and what credit I have with the duke.
++Well, that's set down.+ +PAROLLES +
+Reads
+'You shall demand of him, whether one Captain Dumain
+be i' the camp, a Frenchman; what his reputation is
+with the duke; what his valour, honesty, and
+expertness in wars; or whether he thinks it were not
+possible, with well-weighing sums of gold, to
+corrupt him to revolt.' What say you to this? what
+do you know of it?
++I beseech you, let me answer to the particular of+ +First Soldier +
+the inter'gatories: demand them singly.
++Do you know this Captain Dumain?+ +PAROLLES +
++I know him: a' was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris,+ +BERTRAM +
+from whence he was whipped for getting the shrieve's
+fool with child,--a dumb innocent, that could not
+say him nay.
++Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I know+ +First Soldier +
+his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls.
++Well, is this captain in the duke of Florence's camp?+ +PAROLLES +
++Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy.+ +First Lord +
++Nay look not so upon me; we shall hear of your+ +First Soldier +
+lordship anon.
++What is his reputation with the duke?+ +PAROLLES +
++The duke knows him for no other but a poor officer+ +First Soldier +
+of mine; and writ to me this other day to turn him
+out o' the band: I think I have his letter in my pocket.
++Marry, we'll search.+ +PAROLLES +
++In good sadness, I do not know; either it is there,+ +First Soldier +
+or it is upon a file with the duke's other letters
+in my tent.
++Here 'tis; here's a paper: shall I read it to you?+ +PAROLLES +
++I do not know if it be it or no.+ +BERTRAM +
++Our interpreter does it well.+ +First Lord +
++Excellently.+ +First Soldier +
++[Reads] 'Dian, the count's a fool, and full of gold,'--+ +PAROLLES +
++That is not the duke's letter, sir; that is an+ +First Soldier +
+advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one
+Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one Count
+Rousillon, a foolish idle boy, but for all that very
+ruttish: I pray you, sir, put it up again.
++Nay, I'll read it first, by your favour.+ +PAROLLES +
++My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest in the+ +BERTRAM +
+behalf of the maid; for I knew the young count to be
+a dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a whale to
+virginity and devours up all the fry it finds.
++Damnable both-sides rogue!+ +First Soldier +
++[Reads] 'When he swears oaths, bid him drop gold, and take it;+ +BERTRAM +
+After he scores, he never pays the score:
+Half won is match well made; match, and well make it;
+He ne'er pays after-debts, take it before;
+And say a soldier, Dian, told thee this,
+Men are to mell with, boys are not to kiss:
+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 vowed to thee in thine ear,
+PAROLLES.'
++He shall be whipped through the army with this rhyme+ +Second Lord +
+in's forehead.
++This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold+ +BERTRAM +
+linguist and the armipotent soldier.
++I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now+ +First Soldier +
+he's a cat to me.
++I perceive, sir, by the general's looks, we shall be+ +PAROLLES +
+fain to hang you.
++My life, sir, in any case: not that I am afraid to+ +First Soldier +
+die; but that, my offences being many, I would
+repent out the remainder of nature: let me live,
+sir, in a dungeon, i' the stocks, or any where, so I may live.
++We'll see what may be done, so you confess freely;+ +PAROLLES +
+therefore, once more to this Captain Dumain: you
+have answered to his reputation with the duke and to
+his valour: what is his honesty?
++He will steal, sir, an egg out of a cloister: for+ +First Lord +
+rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus: he
+professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking 'em he
+is stronger than Hercules: he will lie, sir, with
+such volubility, that you would think truth were a
+fool: drunkenness is his best virtue, for he will
+be swine-drunk; and in his sleep he does little
+harm, save to his bed-clothes about him; but they
+know his conditions and lay him in straw. I have but
+little more to say, sir, of his honesty: he has
+every thing that an honest man should not have; what
+an honest man should have, he has nothing.
++I begin to love him for this.+ +BERTRAM +
++For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon+ +First Soldier +
+him for me, he's more and more a cat.
++What say you to his expertness in war?+ +PAROLLES +
++Faith, sir, he has led the drum before the English+ +First Lord +
+tragedians; to belie him, I will not, and more of
+his soldiership I know not; except, in that country
+he had the honour to be the officer at a place there
+called Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of
+files: I would do the man what honour I can, but of
+this I am not certain.
++He hath out-villained villany so far, that the+ +BERTRAM +
+rarity redeems him.
++A pox on him, he's a cat still.+ +First Soldier +
++His qualities being at this poor price, I need not+ +PAROLLES +
+to ask you if gold will corrupt him to revolt.
++Sir, for a quart d'ecu he will sell the fee-simple+ +First Soldier +
+of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the
+entail from all remainders, and a perpetual
+succession for it perpetually.
++What's his brother, the other Captain Dumain?+ +Second Lord +
++Why does be ask him of me?+ +First Soldier +
++What's he?+ +PAROLLES +
++E'en a crow o' the same nest; not altogether so+ +First Soldier +
+great as the first in goodness, but greater a great
+deal in evil: he excels his brother for a coward,
+yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is:
+in a retreat he outruns any lackey; marry, in coming
+on he has the cramp.
++If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray+ +PAROLLES +
+the Florentine?
++Ay, and the captain of his horse, Count Rousillon.+ +First Soldier +
++I'll whisper with the general, and know his pleasure.+ +PAROLLES +
++[Aside] I'll no more drumming; a plague of all+ +First Soldier +
+drums! Only to seem to deserve well, and to
+beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy
+the count, have I run into this danger. Yet who
+would have suspected an ambush where I was taken?
++There is no remedy, sir, but you must die: the+ +PAROLLES +
+general says, you that have so traitorously
+discovered the secrets of your army and made such
+pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can
+serve the world for no honest use; therefore you
+must die. Come, headsman, off with his head.
++O Lord, sir, let me live, or let me see my death!+ +First Lord +
++That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends.+ +BERTRAM +
+Unblinding him
+So, look about you: know you any here?
++Good morrow, noble captain.+ +Second Lord +
++God bless you, Captain Parolles.+ +First Lord +
++God save you, noble captain.+ +Second Lord +
++Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu?+ +First Lord +
+I am for France.
++Good captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet+ +First Soldier +
+you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rousillon?
+an I were not a very coward, I'ld compel it of you:
+but fare you well.
+Exeunt BERTRAM and Lords
++You are undone, captain, all but your scarf; that+ +PAROLLES +
+has a knot on't yet
++Who cannot be crushed with a plot?+ +First Soldier +
++If you could find out a country where but women were+ +PAROLLES +
+that had received so much shame, you might begin an
+impudent nation. Fare ye well, sir; I am for France
+too: we shall speak of you there.
+Exit with Soldiers
++Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great,+
+'Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more;
+But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft
+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 pass
+that every braggart shall be found an ass.
+Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live
+Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive!
+There's place and means for every man alive.
+I'll after them.
+Exit
++
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+ ++Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA ++ +HELENA ++That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd you,+ +Widow +
+One of the greatest in the Christian world
+Shall be my surety; 'fore whose throne 'tis needful,
+Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel:
+Time was, I did him a desired office,
+Dear almost as his life; which gratitude
+Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth,
+And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd
+His grace is at Marseilles; to which place
+We have convenient convoy. You must know
+I am supposed 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.
++Gentle madam,+ +HELENA +
+You never had a servant to whose trust
+Your business was more welcome.
++Nor you, mistress,+ +DIANA +
+Ever a friend whose thoughts more truly labour
+To recompense your love: doubt not but heaven
+Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower,
+As it hath fated her to be my motive
+And helper to a husband. But, O strange men!
+That can such sweet use make of what they hate,
+When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts
+Defiles the pitchy night: so lust doth play
+With what it loathes for that which is away.
+But more of this hereafter. You, Diana,
+Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
+Something in my behalf.
++Let death and honesty+ +HELENA +
+Go with your impositions, I am yours
+Upon your will to suffer.
++Yet, I pray you:+
+But with the word the time will bring on summer,
+When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns,
+And be as sweet as sharp. We must away;
+Our wagon is prepared, and time revives us:
+All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown;
+Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter COUNTESS, LAFEU, and Clown ++ +LAFEU ++No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffeta+ +COUNTESS +
+fellow there, whose villanous saffron would have
+made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a nation in
+his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at
+this hour, and your son here at home, more advanced
+by the king than by that red-tailed humble-bee I speak of.
++I would I had not known him; it was the death of the+ +LAFEU +
+most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had
+praise 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.
++'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a+ +Clown +
+thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.
++Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the+ +LAFEU +
+salad, or rather, the herb of grace.
++They are not herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs.+ +Clown +
++I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not much+ +LAFEU +
+skill in grass.
++Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool?+ +Clown +
++A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's.+ +LAFEU +
++Your distinction?+ +Clown +
++I would cozen the man of his wife and do his service.+ +LAFEU +
++So you were a knave at his service, indeed.+ +Clown +
++And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service.+ +LAFEU +
++I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.+ +Clown +
++At your service.+ +LAFEU +
++No, no, no.+ +Clown +
++Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as+ +LAFEU +
+great a prince as you are.
++Who's that? a Frenchman?+ +Clown +
++Faith, sir, a' has an English name; but his fisnomy+ +LAFEU +
+is more hotter in France than there.
++What prince is that?+ +Clown +
++The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of+ +LAFEU +
+darkness; alias, the devil.
++Hold thee, there's my purse: I give thee not this+ +Clown +
+to suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of;
+serve him still.
++I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a+ +LAFEU +
+great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a
+good fire. But, sure, 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 many will be too chill and
+tender, and they'll be for the flowery way that
+leads to the broad gate and the great fire.
++Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee; and I+ +Clown +
+tell thee so before, because I would not fall out
+with thee. Go thy ways: let my horses be well
+looked to, without any tricks.
++If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be+ +LAFEU +
+jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature.
+Exit
++A shrewd knave and an unhappy.+ +COUNTESS +
++So he is. My lord that's gone made himself much+ +LAFEU +
+sport out of him: by his authority he remains here,
+which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness; and,
+indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will.
++I like him well; 'tis not amiss. And I was about to+ +COUNTESS +
+tell you, since I heard of the good lady's death and
+that my lord your son was upon his return home, I
+moved the king my master to speak in the behalf of
+my daughter; which, in the minority of them both,
+his majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did
+first propose: his highness hath promised me to do
+it: and, to stop up the displeasure he hath
+conceived against your son, there is no fitter
+matter. How does your ladyship like it?
++With very much content, my lord; and I wish it+ +LAFEU +
+happily effected.
++His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able+ +COUNTESS +
+body as when he numbered thirty: he will be here
+to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such
+intelligence hath seldom failed.
++It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere I+ +LAFEU +
+die. I have letters that my son will be here
+to-night: I shall beseech your lordship to remain
+with me till they meet together.
++Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might+ +COUNTESS +
+safely be admitted.
++You need but plead your honourable privilege.+ +LAFEU +
++Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but I+ +Clown +
+thank my God it holds yet.
+Re-enter Clown
++O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of+ +LAFEU +
+velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under't
+or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of
+velvet: his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a
+half, but his right cheek is worn bare.
++A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery+ +Clown +
+of honour; so belike is that.
++But it is your carbonadoed face.+ +LAFEU +
++Let us go see your son, I pray you: I long to talk+ +Clown +
+with the young noble soldier.
++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
++
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+ ++Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA, with two Attendants ++ +HELENA ++But this exceeding posting day and night+ +Gentleman +
+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,
+Be bold you do so grow in my requital
+As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;
+Enter a Gentleman
+This man may help me to his majesty's ear,
+If he would spend his power. God save you, sir.
++And you.+ +HELENA +
++Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.+ +Gentleman +
++I have been sometimes there.+ +HELENA +
++I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen+ +Gentleman +
+From the report that goes upon your goodness;
+An therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions,
+Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
+The use of your own virtues, for the which
+I shall continue thankful.
++What's your will?+ +HELENA +
++That it will please you+ +Gentleman +
+To give this poor petition to the king,
+And aid me with that store of power you have
+To come into his presence.
++The king's not here.+ +HELENA +
++Not here, sir!+ +Gentleman +
++Not, indeed:+ +Widow +
+He hence removed last night and with more haste
+Than is his use.
++ Lord, how we lose our pains!+ +HELENA +
++ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL yet,+ +Gentleman +
+Though time seem so adverse and means unfit.
+I do beseech you, whither is he gone?
++Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon;+ +HELENA +
+Whither I am going.
++I do beseech you, sir,+ +Gentleman +
+Since you are like to see the king before me,
+Commend the paper to his gracious hand,
+Which I presume shall render you no blame
+But rather make you thank your pains for it.
+I will come after you with what good speed
+Our means will make us means.
++This I'll do for you.+ +HELENA +
++And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd,+
+Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again.
+Go, go, provide.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter Clown, and PAROLLES, following ++ +PAROLLES ++Good Monsieur Lavache, give my Lord Lafeu this+ +Clown +
+letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to
+you, when I have held familiarity with fresher
+clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's
+mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong
+displeasure.
++Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it+ +PAROLLES +
+smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will
+henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering.
+Prithee, allow the wind.
++Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I spake+ +Clown +
+but by a metaphor.
++Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my+ +PAROLLES +
+nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get
+thee further.
++Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.+ +Clown +
++Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper from fortune's+ +PAROLLES +
+close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he
+comes himself.
+Enter LAFEU
+Here is a purr of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's
+cat,--but not a musk-cat,--that has fallen into the
+unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he
+says, is muddied withal: pray you, sir, use the
+carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed,
+ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his
+distress in my similes of comfort and leave him to
+your lordship.
+Exit
++My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly+ +LAFEU +
+scratched.
++And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too late to+ +PAROLLES +
+pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the
+knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who
+of herself is a good lady and would not have knaves
+thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for
+you: let the justices make you and fortune friends:
+I am for other business.
++I beseech your honour to hear me one single word.+ +LAFEU +
++You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't;+ +PAROLLES +
+save your word.
++My name, my good lord, is Parolles.+ +LAFEU +
++You beg more than 'word,' then. Cox my passion!+ +PAROLLES +
+give me your hand. How does your drum?
++O my good lord, you were the first that found me!+ +LAFEU +
++Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee.+ +PAROLLES +
++It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace,+ +LAFEU +
+for you did bring me out.
++Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once+ +PAROLLES +
+both the office of God and the devil? One brings
+thee in grace and the other brings thee out.
+Trumpets sound
+The king's coming; I know by his trumpets. Sirrah,
+inquire further after me; I had talk of you last
+night: though you are a fool and a knave, you shall
+eat; go to, follow.
++I praise God for you.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene +SCENE III. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+ ++Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, LAFEU, the two French Lords, with Attendants ++ +KING ++We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem+ +COUNTESS +
+Was made much poorer by it: but your son,
+As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
+Her estimation home.
++'Tis past, my liege;+ +KING +
+And I beseech your majesty to make it
+Natural rebellion, done i' the blaze of youth;
+When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
+O'erbears it and burns on.
++My honour'd lady,+ +LAFEU +
+I have forgiven and forgotten all;
+Though my revenges were high bent upon him,
+And watch'd the time to shoot.
++This I must say,+ +KING +
+But first I beg my pardon, the young lord
+Did to his majesty, his mother and his lady
+Offence of mighty note; but to himself
+The greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife
+Whose beauty did astonish the survey
+Of richest eyes, whose words all ears took captive,
+Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve
+Humbly call'd mistress.
++Praising what is lost+ +Gentleman +
+Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither;
+We are reconciled, 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
+The incensing relics of it: let him approach,
+A stranger, no offender; and inform him
+So 'tis our will he should.
++I shall, my liege.+ +KING +
+Exit
++What says he to your daughter? have you spoke?+ +LAFEU +
++All that he is hath reference to your highness.+ +KING +
++Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me+ +LAFEU +
+That set him high in fame.
+Enter BERTRAM
++He looks well on't.+ +KING +
++I am not a day of season,+ +BERTRAM +
+For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail
+In me at once: but to the brightest beams
+Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth;
+The time is fair again.
++My high-repented blames,+ +KING +
+Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
++All is whole;+ +BERTRAM +
+Not one word more of the consumed time.
+Let's take the instant by the forward top;
+For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
+The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
+Steals ere we can effect them. You remember
+The daughter of this lord?
++Admiringly, my liege, at first+ +KING +
+I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
+Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue
+Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
+Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
+Which warp'd the line of every other favour;
+Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen;
+Extended or contracted all proportions
+To a most hideous object: thence it came
+That she whom all men praised and whom myself,
+Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine eye
+The dust that did offend it.
++Well excused:+ +COUNTESS +
+That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away
+From the great compt: but love that comes too late,
+Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
+To the great sender turns a sour offence,
+Crying, 'That's good that's gone.' Our rash faults
+Make trivial price of serious things we have,
+Not knowing them until we know their grave:
+Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,
+Destroy our friends and after weep their dust
+Our own love waking cries to see what's done,
+While shame full late sleeps out the afternoon.
+Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her.
+Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin:
+The main consents are had; and here we'll stay
+To see our widower's second marriage-day.
++Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless!+ +LAFEU +
+Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cesse!
++Come on, my son, in whom my house's name+ +BERTRAM +
+Must be digested, give a favour from you
+To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
+That she may quickly come.
+BERTRAM gives a ring
+By my old beard,
+And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead,
+Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this,
+The last that e'er I took her at court,
+I saw upon her finger.
++Hers it was not.+ +KING +
++Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye,+ +BERTRAM +
+While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't.
+This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen,
+I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood
+Necessitied to help, that by this token
+I would relieve her. Had you that craft, to reave
+her
+Of what should stead her most?
++My gracious sovereign,+ +COUNTESS +
+Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
+The ring was never hers.
++Son, on my life,+ +LAFEU +
+I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it
+At her life's rate.
++I am sure I saw her wear it.+ +BERTRAM +
++You are deceived, my lord; she never saw it:+ +KING +
+In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,
+Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name
+Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought
+I stood engaged: but when I had subscribed
+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 ceased
+In heavy satisfaction and would never
+Receive the ring again.
++Plutus himself,+ +BERTRAM +
+That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,
+Hath not in nature's mystery more science
+Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's,
+Whoever gave it you. Then, if you know
+That you are well acquainted with yourself,
+Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
+You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety
+That she would never put it from her finger,
+Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,
+Where you have never come, or sent it us
+Upon her great disaster.
++She never saw it.+ +KING +
++Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;+ +BERTRAM +
+And makest conjectural fears to come into me
+Which I would fain shut out. If it should prove
+That thou art so inhuman,--'twill not prove so;--
+And yet I know not: thou didst hate her deadly,
+And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
+Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
+More than to see this ring. Take him away.
+Guards seize BERTRAM
+My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
+Shall tax my fears of little vanity,
+Having vainly fear'd too little. Away with him!
+We'll sift this matter further.
++If you shall prove+ +KING +
+This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
+Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
+Where yet she never was.
+Exit, guarded
++I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.+ +Gentleman +
+Enter a Gentleman
++Gracious sovereign,+ +KING +
+Whether I have been to blame or no, I know not:
+Here's a petition from a Florentine,
+Who hath for four or five removes come short
+To tender it herself. I undertook it,
+Vanquish'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
+With an importing visage; and she told me,
+In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
+Your highness with herself.
++[Reads] Upon his many protestations to marry me+ +LAFEU +
+when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won
+me. Now is the Count Rousillon a widower: his vows
+are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. He
+stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow
+him to his country for justice: grant it me, O
+king! in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer
+flourishes, and a poor maid is undone.
+DIANA CAPILET.
++I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for+ +KING +
+this: I'll none of him.
++The heavens have thought well on thee Lafeu,+ +COUNTESS +
+To bring forth this discovery. Seek these suitors:
+Go speedily and bring again the count.
+I am afeard the life of Helen, lady,
+Was foully snatch'd.
++Now, justice on the doers!+ +KING +
+Re-enter BERTRAM, guarded
++I wonder, sir, sith wives are monsters to you,+ +DIANA +
+And that you fly them as you swear them lordship,
+Yet you desire to marry.
+Enter Widow and DIANA
+What woman's that?
++I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,+ +Widow +
+Derived from the ancient Capilet:
+My suit, as I do understand, you know,
+And therefore know how far I may be pitied.
++I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour+ +KING +
+Both suffer under this complaint we bring,
+And both shall cease, without your remedy.
++Come hither, count; do you know these women?+ +BERTRAM +
++My lord, I neither can nor will deny+ +DIANA +
+But that I know them: do they charge me further?
++Why do you look so strange upon your wife?+ +BERTRAM +
++She's none of mine, my lord.+ +DIANA +
++If you shall marry,+ +LAFEU +
+You give away this hand, and that is mine;
+You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine;
+You give away myself, which is known mine;
+For I by vow am so embodied yours,
+That she which marries you must marry me,
+Either both or none.
++Your reputation comes too short for my daughter; you+ +BERTRAM +
+are no husband for her.
++My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature,+ +KING +
+Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness
+Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour
+Than for to think that I would sink it here.
++Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend+ +DIANA +
+Till your deeds gain them: fairer prove your honour
+Than in my thought it lies.
++Good my lord,+ +KING +
+Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
+He had not my virginity.
++What say'st thou to her?+ +BERTRAM +
++She's impudent, my lord,+ +DIANA +
+And was a common gamester to the camp.
++He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so,+ +COUNTESS +
+He might have bought me at a common price:
+Do not believe him. O, behold this ring,
+Whose high respect and rich validity
+Did lack a parallel; yet for all that
+He gave it to a commoner o' the camp,
+If I be one.
++ He blushes, and 'tis it:+ +KING +
+Of six preceding ancestors, that gem,
+Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue,
+Hath it been owed and worn. This is his wife;
+That ring's a thousand proofs.
++Methought you said+ +DIANA +
+You saw one here in court could witness it.
++I did, my lord, but loath am to produce+ +LAFEU +
+So bad an instrument: his name's Parolles.
++I saw the man to-day, if man he be.+ +KING +
++Find him, and bring him hither.+ +BERTRAM +
+Exit an Attendant
++What of him?+ +KING +
+He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
+With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd;
+Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth.
+Am I or that or this for what he'll utter,
+That will speak any thing?
++She hath that ring of yours.+ +BERTRAM +
++I think she has: certain it is I liked her,+ +DIANA +
+And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth:
+She knew her distance and did angle for me,
+Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
+As all impediments in fancy's course
+Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,
+Her infinite cunning, with her modern grace,
+Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring;
+And I had that which any inferior might
+At market-price have bought.
++I must be patient:+ +BERTRAM +
+You, that have turn'd off a first so noble wife,
+May justly diet me. I pray you yet;
+Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband;
+Send for your ring, I will return it home,
+And give me mine again.
++I have it not.+ +KING +
++What ring was yours, I pray you?+ +DIANA +
++Sir, much like+ +KING +
+The same upon your finger.
++Know you this ring? this ring was his of late.+ +DIANA +
++And this was it I gave him, being abed.+ +KING +
++The story then goes false, you threw it him+ +DIANA +
+Out of a casement.
++ I have spoke the truth.+ +BERTRAM +
+Enter PAROLLES
++My lord, I do confess the ring was hers.+ +KING +
++You boggle shrewdly, every feather stars you.+ +DIANA +
+Is this the man you speak of?
++Ay, my lord.+ +KING +
++Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge you,+ +PAROLLES +
+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?
++So please your majesty, my master hath been an+ +KING +
+honourable gentleman: tricks he hath had in him,
+which gentlemen have.
++Come, come, to the purpose: did he love this woman?+ +PAROLLES +
++Faith, sir, he did love her; but how?+ +KING +
++How, I pray you?+ +PAROLLES +
++He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a woman.+ +KING +
++How is that?+ +PAROLLES +
++He loved her, sir, and loved her not.+ +KING +
++As thou art a knave, and no knave. What an+ +PAROLLES +
+equivocal companion is this!
++I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command.+ +LAFEU +
++He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator.+ +DIANA +
++Do you know he promised me marriage?+ +PAROLLES +
++Faith, I know more than I'll speak.+ +KING +
++But wilt thou not speak all thou knowest?+ +PAROLLES +
++Yes, so please your majesty. I did go between them,+ +KING +
+as I said; but more than that, he loved her: for
+indeed he was mad for her, and talked of Satan 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 promising her marriage, and things which would
+derive me ill will to speak of; therefore I will not
+speak what I know.
++Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say+ +DIANA +
+they are married: but thou art too fine in thy
+evidence; therefore stand aside.
+This ring, you say, was yours?
++Ay, my good lord.+ +KING +
++Where did you buy it? or who gave it you?+ +DIANA +
++It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.+ +KING +
++Who lent it you?+ +DIANA +
++ It was not lent me neither.+ +KING +
++Where did you find it, then?+ +DIANA +
++I found it not.+ +KING +
++If it were yours by none of all these ways,+ +DIANA +
+How could you give it him?
++I never gave it him.+ +LAFEU +
++This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off+ +KING +
+and on at pleasure.
++This ring was mine; I gave it his first wife.+ +DIANA +
++It might be yours or hers, for aught I know.+ +KING +
++Take her away; I do not like her now;+ +DIANA +
+To prison with her: and away with him.
+Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring,
+Thou diest within this hour.
++I'll never tell you.+ +KING +
++Take her away.+ +DIANA +
++ I'll put in bail, my liege.+ +KING +
++I think thee now some common customer.+ +DIANA +
++By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you.+ +KING +
++Wherefore hast thou accused him all this while?+ +DIANA +
++Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty:+ +KING +
+He knows I am no maid, and he'll swear to't;
+I'll 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 man's wife.
++She does abuse our ears: to prison with her.+ +DIANA +
++Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal sir:+ +KING +
+Exit Widow
+The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for,
+And he shall surety me. But for this lord,
+Who hath abused me, as he knows himself,
+Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him:
+He knows himself my bed he hath defiled;
+And at that time he got his wife with child:
+Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick:
+So there's my riddle: one that's dead is quick:
+And now behold the meaning.
+Re-enter Widow, with HELENA
++Is there no exorcist+ +HELENA +
+Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?
+Is't real that I see?
++No, my good lord;+ +BERTRAM +
+'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
+The name and not the thing.
++Both, both. O, pardon!+ +HELENA +
++O my good lord, when I was like this maid,+ +BERTRAM +
+I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring;
+And, look you, here's your letter; this it says:
+'When from my finger you can get this ring
+And are by me with child,' & c. This is done:
+Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?
++If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly,+ +HELENA +
+I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
++If it appear not plain and prove untrue,+ +LAFEU +
+Deadly divorce step between me and you!
+O my dear mother, do I see you living?
++Mine eyes smell onions; I shall weep anon:+ +KING +
+To PAROLLES
+Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkercher: so,
+I thank thee: wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee:
+Let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones.
++Let us from point to point this story know,+ +KING +
+To make the even truth in pleasure flow.
+To DIANA
+If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
+Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
+For I can guess that by thy honest aid
+Thou keep'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.
+Of that and all the progress, more or less,
+Resolvedly more leisure shall express:
+All yet seems well; and if it end so meet,
+The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
+Flourish
+EPILOGUE
++The king's a beggar, now the play is done:
+All is well ended, if this suit be won,
+That you express content; which we will pay,
+With strife to please you, day exceeding day:
+Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts;
+Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.
+Exeunt
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+ +All's Well That Ends Well + + Shakespeare homepage + | All's Well That Ends Well + Entire play in one page
+ ++Act 1, Scene 1: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+Act 1, Scene 2: Paris. The KING's palace.
+Act 1, Scene 3: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
++Act 2, Scene 1: Paris. The KING's palace.
+Act 2, Scene 2: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+Act 2, Scene 3: Paris. The KING's palace.
+Act 2, Scene 4: Paris. The KING's palace.
+Act 2, Scene 5: Paris. The KING's palace.
++Act 3, Scene 1: Florence. The DUKE's palace.
+Act 3, Scene 2: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+Act 3, Scene 3: Florence. Before the DUKE's palace.
+Act 3, Scene 4: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
+Act 3, Scene 5: Florence. Without the walls. A tucket afar off.
+Act 3, Scene 6: Camp before Florence.
+Act 3, Scene 7: Florence. The Widow's house.
++Act 4, Scene 1: Without the Florentine camp.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Florence. The Widow's house.
+Act 4, Scene 3: The Florentine camp.
+Act 4, Scene 4: Florence. The Widow's house.
+Act 4, Scene 5: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
++Act 5, Scene 1: Marseilles. A street.
+
+Act 5, Scene 2: Rousillon. Before the COUNT's palace.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
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+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + | Entire play + ACT I
+SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.
++Alarum. Enter YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers ++ +WARWICK ++I wonder how the king escaped our hands.+ +YORK +
++While we pursued the horsemen of the north,+ +EDWARD +
+He slily stole away and left his men:
+Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
+Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
+Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
+Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
+Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in
+Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
++Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,+ +MONTAGUE +
+Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
+I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
+That this is true, father, behold his blood.
++And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,+ +RICHARD +
+Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.
++Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.+ +YORK +
+Throwing down SOMERSET's head
++Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.+ +NORFOLK +
+But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
++Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!+ +RICHARD +
++Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.+ +WARWICK +
++And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,+ +YORK +
+Before I see thee seated in that throne
+Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
+I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
+This is the palace of the fearful king,
+And this the regal seat: possess it, York;
+For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'
++Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;+ +NORFOLK +
+For hither we have broken in by force.
++We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.+ +YORK +
++Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;+ +WARWICK +
+And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
+They go up
++And when the king comes, offer no violence,+ +YORK +
+Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
++The queen this day here holds her parliament,+ +RICHARD +
+But little thinks we shall be of her council:
+By words or blows here let us win our right.
++Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.+ +WARWICK +
++The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,+ +YORK +
+Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
+And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
+Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
++Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;+ +WARWICK +
+I mean to take possession of my right.
++Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
+Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.
+I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:
+Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
+Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest
++My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
+Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
+To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
+Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father.
+And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
+On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
++If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!+ +CLIFFORD +
++The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
++Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.+ +CLIFFORD +
++Patience is for poltroons, such as he:+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+He durst not sit there, had your father lived.
+My gracious lord, here in the parliament
+Let us assail the family of York.
++Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Ah, know you not the city favours them,+ +EXETER +
+And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
++But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,+ +YORK +
+To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
+Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats
+Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
+Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
+and kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
+I am thy sovereign.
++I am thine.+ +EXETER +
++For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York.+ +YORK +
++'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.+ +EXETER +
++Thy father was a traitor to the crown.+ +WARWICK +
++Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown+ +CLIFFORD +
+In following this usurping Henry.
++Whom should he follow but his natural king?+ +WARWICK +
++True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?+ +YORK +
++It must and shall be so: content thyself.+ +WARWICK +
++Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;+ +WARWICK +
+And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
++And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+That we are those which chased you from the field
+And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
+March'd through the city to the palace gates.
++Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;+ +WESTMORELAND +
+And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
++Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,+ +CLIFFORD +
+Thy kinsman and thy friends, I'll have more lives
+Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
++Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,+ +WARWICK +
+I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
+As shall revenge his death before I stir.
++Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!+ +YORK +
++Will you we show our title to the crown?+ +KING HENRY VI +
+If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
++What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?+ +WARWICK +
+Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;
+Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March:
+I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
+Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
+And seized upon their towns and provinces.
++Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++The lord protector lost it, and not I:+ +RICHARD +
+When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.
++You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.+ +EDWARD +
+Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
++Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.+ +MONTAGUE +
++Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,+ +RICHARD +
+Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
++Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.+ +YORK +
++Sons, peace!+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.+ +WARWICK +
++Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And be you silent and attentive too,
+For he that interrupts him shall not live.
++Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,+ +WARWICK +
+Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
+No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
+Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,
+And now in England to our heart's great sorrow,
+Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
+My title's good, and better far than his.
++Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.+ +YORK +
++'Twas by rebellion against his king.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++[Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.--+ +YORK +
+Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
++What then?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++An if he may, then am I lawful king;+ +YORK +
+For Richard, in the view of many lords,
+Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
+Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
++He rose against him, being his sovereign,+ +WARWICK +
+And made him to resign his crown perforce.
++Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,+ +EXETER +
+Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
++No; for he could not so resign his crown+ +KING HENRY VI +
+But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
++Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?+ +EXETER +
++His is the right, and therefore pardon me.+ +YORK +
++Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?+ +EXETER +
++My conscience tells me he is lawful king.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++[Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,+ +WARWICK +
+Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
++Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++Thou art deceived: 'tis not thy southern power,+ +CLIFFORD +
+Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
+Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
+Can set the duke up in despite of me.
++King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence:
+May that ground gape and swallow me alive,
+Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
++O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!+ +YORK +
++Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.+ +WARWICK +
+What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
++Do right unto this princely Duke of York,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Or I will fill the house with armed men,
+And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
+Write up his title with usurping blood.
+He stamps with his foot and the soldiers show themselves
++My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:+ +YORK +
+Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
++Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.
++I am content: Richard Plantagenet,+ +CLIFFORD +
+Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
++What wrong is this unto the prince your son!+ +WARWICK +
++What good is this to England and himself!+ +WESTMORELAND +
++Base, fearful and despairing Henry!+ +CLIFFORD +
++How hast thou injured both thyself and us!+ +WESTMORELAND +
++I cannot stay to hear these articles.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++Nor I.+ +CLIFFORD +
++Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.+ +WESTMORELAND +
++Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
++Be thou a prey unto the house of York,+ +CLIFFORD +
+And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
++In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,+ +WARWICK +
+Or live in peace abandon'd and despised!
+Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, and WESTMORELAND
++Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.+ +EXETER +
++They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Ah, Exeter!+ +WARWICK +
++ Why should you sigh, my lord?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,+ +YORK +
+Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
+But be it as it may: I here entail
+The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;
+Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
+To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
+To honour me as thy king and sovereign,
+And neither by treason nor hostility
+To seek to put me down and reign thyself.
++This oath I willingly take and will perform.+ +WARWICK +
++Long live King Henry! Plantagenet embrace him.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++And long live thou and these thy forward sons!+ +YORK +
++Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.+ +EXETER +
++Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes!+ +YORK +
+Sennet. Here they come down
++Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.+ +WARWICK +
++And I'll keep London with my soldiers.+ +NORFOLK +
++And I to Norfolk with my followers.+ +MONTAGUE +
++And I unto the sea from whence I came.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Exeunt YORK, EDWARD, EDMUND, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, their Soldiers, and Attendants
++And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.+ +EXETER +
+Enter QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD
++Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I'll steal away.
++ Exeter, so will I.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Who can be patient in such extremes?+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid
+And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
+Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father
+Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus?
+Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,
+Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
+Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood,
+Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,
+Rather than have that savage duke thine heir
+And disinherited thine only son.
++Father, you cannot disinherit me:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+If you be king, why should not I succeed?
++Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.
++Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!
+Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me;
+And given unto the house of York such head
+As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
+To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
+What is it, but to make thy sepulchre
+And creep into it far before thy time?
+Warwick is chancellor and the lord of Calais;
+Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;
+The duke is made protector of the realm;
+And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds
+The trembling lamb environed with wolves.
+Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
+The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes
+Before I would have granted to that act.
+But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour:
+And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself
+Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
+Until that act of parliament be repeal'd
+Whereby my son is disinherited.
+The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours
+Will follow mine, if once they see them spread;
+And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace
+And utter ruin of the house of York.
+Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let's away;
+Our army is ready; come, we'll after them.
++Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
++When I return with victory from the field+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her.
++Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Exeunt QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD
++Poor queen! how love to me and to her son+ +EXETER +
+Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
+Revenged may she be on that hateful duke,
+Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
+Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle
+Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!
+The loss of those three lords torments my heart:
+I'll write unto them and entreat them fair.
+Come, cousin you shall be the messenger.
++And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.+
+Exeunt
+SCENE II. Sandal Castle.
++Enter RICHARD, EDWARD, and MONTAGUE ++ +RICHARD ++Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.+ +EDWARD +
++No, I can better play the orator.+ +MONTAGUE +
++But I have reasons strong and forcible.+ +YORK +
+Enter YORK
++Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?+ +EDWARD +
+What is your quarrel? how began it first?
++No quarrel, but a slight contention.+ +YORK +
++About what?+ +RICHARD +
++About that which concerns your grace and us;+ +YORK +
+The crown of England, father, which is yours.
++Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead.+ +RICHARD +
++Your right depends not on his life or death.+ +EDWARD +
++Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:+ +YORK +
+By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
+It will outrun you, father, in the end.
++I took an oath that he should quietly reign.+ +EDWARD +
++But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:+ +RICHARD +
+I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
++No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.+ +YORK +
++I shall be, if I claim by open war.+ +RICHARD +
++I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.+ +YORK +
++Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.+ +RICHARD +
++An oath is of no moment, being not took+ +YORK +
+Before a true and lawful magistrate,
+That hath authority over him that swears:
+Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
+Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
+Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
+Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
+How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
+Within whose circuit is Elysium
+And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
+Why do we finger thus? I cannot rest
+Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
+Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.
++Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.+ +Messenger +
+Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
+And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
+Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk,
+And tell him privily of our intent.
+You Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
+With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise:
+In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
+Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
+While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more,
+But that I seek occasion how to rise,
+And yet the king not privy to my drift,
+Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
+Enter a Messenger
+But, stay: what news? Why comest thou in such post?
++The queen with all the northern earls and lords+ +YORK +
+Intend here to besiege you in your castle:
+She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
+And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.
++Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them?+ +MONTAGUE +
+Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
+My brother Montague shall post to London:
+Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
+Whom we have left protectors of the king,
+With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
+And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.
++Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not:+ +JOHN MORTIMER +
+And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
+Exit
+Enter JOHN MORTIMER and HUGH MORTIMER
+Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
+You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
+The army of the queen mean to besiege us.
++She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.+ +YORK +
++What, with five thousand men?+ +RICHARD +
++Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:+ +EDWARD +
+A woman's general; what should we fear?
+A march afar off
++I hear their drums: let's set our men in order,+ +YORK +
+And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
++Five men to twenty! though the odds be great,+
+I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
+Many a battle have I won in France,
+When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
+Why should I not now have the like success?
+Alarum. Exeunt
+SCENE III. Field of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and Wakefield.
++Alarums. Enter RUTLAND and his Tutor ++ +RUTLAND ++Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?+ +CLIFFORD +
+Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!
+Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers
++Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.+ +Tutor +
+As for the brat of this accursed duke,
+Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
++And I, my lord, will bear him company.+ +CLIFFORD +
++Soldiers, away with him!+ +Tutor +
++Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,+ +CLIFFORD +
+Lest thou be hated both of God and man!
+Exit, dragged off by Soldiers
++How now! is he dead already? or is it fear+ +RUTLAND +
+That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.
++So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch+ +CLIFFORD +
+That trembles under his devouring paws;
+And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey,
+And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder.
+Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,
+And not with such a cruel threatening look.
+Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.
+I am too mean a subject for thy wrath:
+Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.
++In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood+ +RUTLAND +
+Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.
++Then let my father's blood open it again:+ +CLIFFORD +
+He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
++Had thy brethren here, their lives and thine+ +RUTLAND +
+Were not revenge sufficient for me;
+No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves
+And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
+It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
+The sight of any of the house of York
+Is as a fury to torment my soul;
+And till I root out their accursed line
+And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
+Therefore--
+Lifting his hand
++O, let me pray before I take my death!+ +CLIFFORD +
+To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!
++Such pity as my rapier's point affords.+ +RUTLAND +
++I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?+ +CLIFFORD +
++Thy father hath.+ +RUTLAND +
++ But 'twas ere I was born.+ +CLIFFORD +
+Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
+Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
+He be as miserably slain as I.
+Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
+And when I give occasion of offence,
+Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
++No cause!+ +RUTLAND +
+Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
+Stabs him
++Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!+ +CLIFFORD +
+Dies
++Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!+
+And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
+Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
+Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.
+Exit
+SCENE IV. Another part of the field.
++Alarum. Enter YORK ++ +YORK ++The army of the queen hath got the field:+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
+And all my followers to the eager foe
+Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind
+Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves.
+My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them:
+But this I know, they have demean'd themselves
+Like men born to renown by life or death.
+Three times did Richard make a lane to me.
+And thrice cried 'Courage, father! fight it out!'
+And full as oft came Edward to my side,
+With purple falchion, painted to the hilt
+In blood of those that had encounter'd him:
+And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
+Richard cried 'Charge! and give no foot of ground!'
+And cried 'A crown, or else a glorious tomb!
+A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!'
+With this, we charged again: but, out, alas!
+We bodged again; as I have seen a swan
+With bootless labour swim against the tide
+And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
+A short alarum within
+Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue;
+And I am faint and cannot fly their fury:
+And were I strong, I would not shun their fury:
+The sands are number'd that make up my life;
+Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
+Enter QUEEN MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, PRINCE EDWARD, and Soldiers
+Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,
+I dare your quenchless fury to more rage:
+I am your butt, and I abide your shot.
++Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.+ +CLIFFORD +
++Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm,+ +YORK +
+With downright payment, show'd unto my father.
+Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,
+And made an evening at the noontide prick.
++My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth+ +CLIFFORD +
+A bird that will revenge upon you all:
+And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,
+Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.
+Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear?
++So cowards fight when they can fly no further;+ +YORK +
+So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
+So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
+Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
++O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,+ +CLIFFORD +
+And in thy thought o'er-run my former time;
+And, if though canst for blushing, view this face,
+And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice
+Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this!
++I will not bandy with thee word for word,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.
++Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.
+Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.
++Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much+ +CLIFFORD +
+To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart:
+What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
+For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
+When he might spurn him with his foot away?
+It is war's prize to take all vantages;
+And ten to one is no impeach of valour.
+They lay hands on YORK, who struggles
++Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++So doth the cony struggle in the net.+ +YORK +
++So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd.
++What would your grace have done unto him now?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,+ +CLIFFORD +
+Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
+That raught at mountains with outstretched arms,
+Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.
+What! was it you that would be England's king?
+Was't you that revell'd in our parliament,
+And made a preachment of your high descent?
+Where are your mess of sons to back you now?
+The wanton Edward, and the lusty George?
+And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy,
+Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice
+Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
+Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
+Look, York: I stain'd this napkin with the blood
+That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,
+Made issue from the bosom of the boy;
+And if thine eyes can water for his death,
+I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
+Alas poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
+I should lament thy miserable state.
+I prithee, grieve, to make me merry, York.
+What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails
+That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death?
+Why art thou patient, man? thou shouldst be mad;
+And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
+Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
+Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport:
+York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.
+A crown for York! and, lords, bow low to him:
+Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.
+Putting a paper crown on his head
+Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!
+Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair,
+And this is he was his adopted heir.
+But how is it that great Plantagenet
+Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath?
+As I bethink me, you should not be king
+Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.
+And will you pale your head in Henry's glory,
+And rob his temples of the diadem,
+Now in his life, against your holy oath?
+O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable!
+Off with the crown, and with the crown his head;
+And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.
++That is my office, for my father's sake.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes.+ +YORK +
++She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth!
+How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
+To triumph, like an Amazonian trull,
+Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
+But that thy face is, vizard-like, unchanging,
+Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
+I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.
+To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived,
+Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.
+Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
+Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem,
+Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
+Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?
+It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
+Unless the adage must be verified,
+That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
+'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
+But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small:
+'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;
+The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at:
+'Tis government that makes them seem divine;
+The want thereof makes thee abominable:
+Thou art as opposite to every good
+As the Antipodes are unto us,
+Or as the south to the septentrion.
+O tiger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide!
+How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
+To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
+And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
+Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible;
+Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
+Bids't thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish:
+Wouldst have me weep? why, now thou hast thy will:
+For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
+And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
+These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies:
+And every drop cries vengeance for his death,
+'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false
+Frenchwoman.
++Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so+ +YORK +
+That hardly can I cheque my eyes from tears.
++That face of his the hungry cannibals+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood:
+But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
+O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.
+See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:
+This cloth thou dip'dst in blood of my sweet boy,
+And I with tears do wash the blood away.
+Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
+And if thou tell'st the heavy story right,
+Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
+Yea even my foes will shed fast-falling tears,
+And say 'Alas, it was a piteous deed!'
+There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my curse;
+And in thy need such comfort come to thee
+As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!
+Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world:
+My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!
++Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I should not for my life but weep with him.
+To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
++What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?+ +CLIFFORD +
+Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
+And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
++Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Stabbing him
++And here's to right our gentle-hearted king.+ +YORK +
+Stabbing him
++Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.
+Dies
++Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
+So York may overlook the town of York.
+Flourish. Exeunt
++
ACT II
+SCENE I. A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire.
++A march. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and their power ++ +EDWARD ++I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,+ +RICHARD +
+Or whether he be 'scaped away or no
+From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit:
+Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news;
+Had he been slain, we should have heard the news;
+Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard
+The happy tidings of his good escape.
+How fares my brother? why is he so sad?
++I cannot joy, until I be resolved+ +EDWARD +
+Where our right valiant father is become.
+I saw him in the battle range about;
+And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
+Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
+As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
+Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
+Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
+The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
+So fared our father with his enemies;
+So fled his enemies my warlike father:
+Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.
+See how the morning opes her golden gates,
+And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
+How well resembles it the prime of youth,
+Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
++Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?+ +RICHARD +
++Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;+ +EDWARD +
+Not separated with the racking clouds,
+But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
+See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
+As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
+Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
+In this the heaven figures some event.
++'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.+ +RICHARD +
+I think it cites us, brother, to the field,
+That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
+Each one already blazing by our meeds,
+Should notwithstanding join our lights together
+And over-shine the earth as this the world.
+Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
+Upon my target three fair-shining suns.
++Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it,+ +Messenger +
+You love the breeder better than the male.
+Enter a Messenger
+But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
+Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?
++Ah, one that was a woful looker-on+ +EDWARD +
+When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
+Your princely father and my loving lord!
++O, speak no more, for I have heard too much.+ +RICHARD +
++Say how he died, for I will hear it all.+ +Messenger +
++Environed he was with many foes,+ +EDWARD +
+And stood against them, as the hope of Troy
+Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy.
+But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
+And many strokes, though with a little axe,
+Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
+By many hands your father was subdued;
+But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm
+Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen,
+Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite,
+Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept,
+The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks
+A napkin steeped in the harmless blood
+Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain:
+And after many scorns, many foul taunts,
+They took his head, and on the gates of York
+They set the same; and there it doth remain,
+The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd.
++Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,+ +RICHARD +
+Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
+O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain
+The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
+And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,
+For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.
+Now my soul's palace is become a prison:
+Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body
+Might in the ground be closed up in rest!
+For never henceforth shall I joy again,
+Never, O never shall I see more joy!
++ I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture+ +EDWARD +
+Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart:
+Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen;
+For selfsame wind that I should speak withal
+Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,
+And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.
+To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
+Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me
+Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,
+Or die renowned by attempting it.
++His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;+ +RICHARD +
+His dukedom and his chair with me is left.
++Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,+ +WARWICK +
+Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun:
+For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say;
+Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.
+March. Enter WARWICK, MONTAGUE, and their army
++How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?+ +RICHARD +
++Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount+ +EDWARD +
+Our baleful news, and at each word's deliverance
+Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,
+The words would add more anguish than the wounds.
+O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!
++O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,+ +WARWICK +
+Which held three dearly as his soul's redemption,
+Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
++Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears;+ +EDWARD +
+And now, to add more measure to your woes,
+I come to tell you things sith then befall'n.
+After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
+Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
+Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,
+Were brought me of your loss and his depart.
+I, then in London keeper of the king,
+Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,
+And very well appointed, as I thought,
+March'd toward Saint Alban's to intercept the queen,
+Bearing the king in my behalf along;
+For by my scouts I was advertised
+That she was coming with a full intent
+To dash our late decree in parliament
+Touching King Henry's oath and your succession.
+Short tale to make, we at Saint Alban's met
+Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought:
+But whether 'twas the coldness of the king,
+Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,
+That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen;
+Or whether 'twas report of her success;
+Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,
+Who thunders to his captives blood and death,
+I cannot judge: but to conclude with truth,
+Their weapons like to lightning came and went;
+Our soldiers', like the night-owl's lazy flight,
+Or like an idle thresher with a flail,
+Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
+I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause,
+With promise of high pay and great rewards:
+But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,
+And we in them no hope to win the day;
+So that we fled; the king unto the queen;
+Lord George your brother, Norfolk and myself,
+In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you:
+For in the marches here we heard you were,
+Making another head to fight again.
++Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?+ +WARWICK +
+And when came George from Burgundy to England?
++Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;+ +RICHARD +
+And for your brother, he was lately sent
+From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
+With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
++'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:+ +WARWICK +
+Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
+But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.
++Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;+ +RICHARD +
+For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
+Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head,
+And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
+Were he as famous and as bold in war
+As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
++I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not:+ +WARWICK +
+'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.
+But in this troublous time what's to be done?
+Shall we go throw away our coats of steel,
+And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,
+Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?
+Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
+Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
+If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
++Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out;+ +RICHARD +
+And therefore comes my brother Montague.
+Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen,
+With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,
+And of their feather many more proud birds,
+Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.
+He swore consent to your succession,
+His oath enrolled in the parliament;
+And now to London all the crew are gone,
+To frustrate both his oath and what beside
+May make against the house of Lancaster.
+Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong:
+Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself,
+With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,
+Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,
+Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,
+Why, Via! to London will we march amain,
+And once again bestride our foaming steeds,
+And once again cry 'Charge upon our foes!'
+But never once again turn back and fly.
++Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:+ +EDWARD +
+Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,
+That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay.
++Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;+ +WARWICK +
+And when thou fail'st--as God forbid the hour!--
+Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
++No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:+ +RICHARD +
+The next degree is England's royal throne;
+For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd
+In every borough as we pass along;
+And he that throws not up his cap for joy
+Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.
+King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,
+Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown,
+But sound the trumpets, and about our task.
++Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,+ +EDWARD +
+As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
+I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
++Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us!+ +WARWICK +
+Enter a Messenger
++How now! what news?+ +Messenger +
++The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,+ +WARWICK +
+The queen is coming with a puissant host;
+And craves your company for speedy counsel.
++Why then it sorts, brave warriors, let's away.+
+Exeunt
+SCENE II. Before York.
++Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, CLIFFORD, and NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and trumpets ++ +QUEEN MARGARET ++Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy
+That sought to be encompass'd with your crown:
+Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
++Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck:+ +CLIFFORD +
+To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
+Withhold revenge, dear God! 'tis not my fault,
+Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow.
++My gracious liege, this too much lenity+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And harmful pity must be laid aside.
+To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
+Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
+Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?
+Not his that spoils her young before her face.
+Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?
+Not he that sets his foot upon her back.
+The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,
+And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
+Ambitious York doth level at thy crown,
+Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows:
+He, but a duke, would have his son a king,
+And raise his issue, like a loving sire;
+Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son,
+Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
+Which argued thee a most unloving father.
+Unreasonable creatures feed their young;
+And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,
+Yet, in protection of their tender ones,
+Who hath not seen them, even with those wings
+Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,
+Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,
+Offer their own lives in their young's defence?
+For shame, my liege, make them your precedent!
+Were it not pity that this goodly boy
+Should lose his birthright by his father's fault,
+And long hereafter say unto his child,
+'What my great-grandfather and his grandsire got
+My careless father fondly gave away'?
+Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy;
+And let his manly face, which promiseth
+Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart
+To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
++Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Inferring arguments of mighty force.
+But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear
+That things ill-got had ever bad success?
+And happy always was it for that son
+Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?
+I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
+And would my father had left me no more!
+For all the rest is held at such a rate
+As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep
+Than in possession and jot of pleasure.
+Ah, cousin York! would thy best friends did know
+How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!
++My lord, cheer up your spirits: our foes are nigh,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And this soft courage makes your followers faint.
+You promised knighthood to our forward son:
+Unsheathe your sword, and dub him presently.
+Edward, kneel down.
++Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;+ +PRINCE +
+And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.
++My gracious father, by your kingly leave,+ +CLIFFORD +
+I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
+And in that quarrel use it to the death.
++Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.+ +Messenger +
+Enter a Messenger
++Royal commanders, be in readiness:+ +CLIFFORD +
+For with a band of thirty thousand men
+Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York;
+And in the towns, as they do march along,
+Proclaims him king, and many fly to him:
+Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.
++I would your highness would depart the field:+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+The queen hath best success when you are absent.
++Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++Be it with resolution then to fight.+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
++My royal father, cheer these noble lords+ +EDWARD +
+And hearten those that fight in your defence:
+Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry 'Saint George!'
+March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers
++Now, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And set thy diadem upon my head;
+Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
++Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!+ +EDWARD +
+Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
+Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
++I am his king, and he should bow his knee;+ +CLIFFORD +
+I was adopted heir by his consent:
+Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,
+You, that are king, though he do wear the crown,
+Have caused him, by new act of parliament,
+To blot out me, and put his own son in.
++And reason too:+ +RICHARD +
+Who should succeed the father but the son?
++Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!+ +CLIFFORD +
++Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,+ +RICHARD +
+Or any he the proudest of thy sort.
++'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?+ +CLIFFORD +
++Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.+ +RICHARD +
++For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.+ +WARWICK +
++What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?+ +WARWICK +
+When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,
+Your legs did better service than your hands.
++Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.+ +CLIFFORD +
++You said so much before, and yet you fled.+ +WARWICK +
++'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
++No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.+ +RICHARD +
++Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.+ +CLIFFORD +
+Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
+The execution of my big-swoln heart
+Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
++I slew thy father, call'st thou him a child?+ +RICHARD +
++Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland;
+But ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed.
++Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++I prithee, give no limits to my tongue:+ +CLIFFORD +
+I am a king, and privileged to speak.
++My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here+ +RICHARD +
+Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
++Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:+ +EDWARD +
+By him that made us all, I am resolved
+that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.
++Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?+ +WARWICK +
+A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day,
+That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
++If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+For York in justice puts his armour on.
++If that be right which Warwick says is right,+ +RICHARD +
+There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
++Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
++But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;+ +RICHARD +
+But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,
+Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
+As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
++Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,+ +EDWARD +
+Whose father bears the title of a king,--
+As if a channel should be call'd the sea,--
+Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
+To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
++A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,+ +GEORGE +
+To make this shameless callet know herself.
+Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
+Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
+And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd
+By that false woman, as this king by thee.
+His father revell'd in the heart of France,
+And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop;
+And had he match'd according to his state,
+He might have kept that glory to this day;
+But when he took a beggar to his bed,
+And graced thy poor sire with his bridal-day,
+Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him,
+That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France,
+And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.
+For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride?
+Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;
+And we, in pity of the gentle king,
+Had slipp'd our claim until another age.
++But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,+ +EDWARD +
+And that thy summer bred us no increase,
+We set the axe to thy usurping root;
+And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,
+Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike,
+We'll never leave till we have hewn thee down,
+Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.
++And, in this resolution, I defy thee;+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Not willing any longer conference,
+Since thou deniest the gentle king to speak.
+Sound trumpets! let our bloody colours wave!
+And either victory, or else a grave.
++Stay, Edward.+ +EDWARD +
++No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay:+
+These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
+Exeunt
+SCENE III. A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in
++Yorkshire.+ +WARWICK +
+Alarum. Excursions. Enter WARWICK
++Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,+ +EDWARD +
+I lay me down a little while to breathe;
+For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
+Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
+And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.
+Enter EDWARD, running
++Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!+ +WARWICK +
+For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.
++How now, my lord! what hap? what hope of good?+ +GEORGE +
+Enter GEORGE
++Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;+ +EDWARD +
+Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us:
+What counsel give you? whither shall we fly?
++Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;+ +RICHARD +
+And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.
+Enter RICHARD
++Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?+ +WARWICK +
+Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
+Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;
+And in the very pangs of death he cried,
+Like to a dismal clangour heard from far,
+'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!'
+So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
+That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
+The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
++Then let the earth be drunken with our blood:+ +EDWARD +
+I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly.
+Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,
+Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage;
+And look upon, as if the tragedy
+Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors?
+Here on my knee I vow to God above,
+I'll never pause again, never stand still,
+Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine
+Or fortune given me measure of revenge.
++O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine;+ +RICHARD +
+And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!
+And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face,
+I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee,
+Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,
+Beseeching thee, if with they will it stands
+That to my foes this body must be prey,
+Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope,
+And give sweet passage to my sinful soul!
+Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,
+Where'er it be, in heaven or in earth.
++Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,+ +WARWICK +
+Let me embrace thee in my weary arms:
+I, that did never weep, now melt with woe
+That winter should cut off our spring-time so.
++Away, away! Once more, sweet lords farewell.+ +GEORGE +
++Yet let us all together to our troops,+
+And give them leave to fly that will not stay;
+And call them pillars that will stand to us;
+And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards
+As victors wear at the Olympian games:
+This may plant courage in their quailing breasts;
+For yet is hope of life and victory.
+Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.
+Exeunt
+SCENE IV. Another part of the field.
++Excursions. Enter RICHARD and CLIFFORD ++ +RICHARD ++Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone:+ +CLIFFORD +
+Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
+And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
+Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.
++Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:+ +RICHARD +
+This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;
+And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;
+And here's the heart that triumphs in their death
+And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother
+To execute the like upon thyself;
+And so, have at thee!
+They fight. WARWICK comes; CLIFFORD flies
++Nay Warwick, single out some other chase;+
+For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
+Exeunt
+SCENE V. Another part of the field.
++Alarum. Enter KING HENRY VI alone ++ +KING HENRY VI ++This battle fares like to the morning's war,+ +Son +
+When dying clouds contend with growing light,
+What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,
+Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
+Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea
+Forced by the tide to combat with the wind;
+Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea
+Forced to retire by fury of the wind:
+Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;
+Now one the better, then another best;
+Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
+Yet neither conqueror nor conquered:
+So is the equal of this fell war.
+Here on this molehill will I sit me down.
+To whom God will, there be the victory!
+For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,
+Have chid me from the battle; swearing both
+They prosper best of all when I am thence.
+Would I were dead! if God's good will were so;
+For what is in this world but grief and woe?
+O God! methinks it were a happy life,
+To be no better than a homely swain;
+To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
+To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
+Thereby to see the minutes how they run,
+How many make the hour full complete;
+How many hours bring about the day;
+How many days will finish up the year;
+How many years a mortal man may live.
+When this is known, then to divide the times:
+So many hours must I tend my flock;
+So many hours must I take my rest;
+So many hours must I contemplate;
+So many hours must I sport myself;
+So many days my ewes have been with young;
+So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean:
+So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
+So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
+Pass'd over to the end they were created,
+Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
+Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely!
+Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade
+To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,
+Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy
+To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
+O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.
+And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds,
+His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle.
+His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,
+All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,
+Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
+His viands sparkling in a golden cup,
+His body couched in a curious bed,
+When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.
+Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body
++Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight,
+May be possessed with some store of crowns;
+And I, that haply take them from him now,
+May yet ere night yield both my life and them
+To some man else, as this dead man doth me.
+Who's this? O God! it is my father's face,
+Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.
+O heavy times, begetting such events!
+From London by the king was I press'd forth;
+My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,
+Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;
+And I, who at his hands received my life, him
+Have by my hands of life bereaved him.
+Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!
+And pardon, father, for I knew not thee!
+My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;
+And no more words till they have flow'd their fill.
++O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!+ +Father +
+Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,
+Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.
+Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear;
+And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,
+Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharged with grief.
+Enter a Father that has killed his son, bringing in the body
++Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold:
+For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
+But let me see: is this our foeman's face?
+Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!
+Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,
+Throw up thine eye! see, see what showers arise,
+Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,
+Upon thy words, that kill mine eye and heart!
+O, pity, God, this miserable age!
+What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
+Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,
+This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
+O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
+And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
++Woe above woe! grief more than common grief!+ +Son +
+O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!
+O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!
+The red rose and the white are on his face,
+The fatal colours of our striving houses:
+The one his purple blood right well resembles;
+The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth:
+Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;
+If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
++How will my mother for a father's death+ +Father +
+Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied!
++How will my wife for slaughter of my son+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Shed seas of tears and ne'er be satisfied!
++How will the country for these woful chances+ +Son +
+Misthink the king and not be satisfied!
++Was ever son so rued a father's death?+ +Father +
++Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe?+ +Son +
+Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.
++I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.+ +Father +
+Exit with the body
++These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,
+For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;
+My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
+And so obsequious will thy father be,
+Even for the loss of thee, having no more,
+As Priam was for all his valiant sons.
+I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will,
+For I have murdered where I should not kill.
+Exit with the body
++Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Here sits a king more woful than you are.
+Alarums: excursions. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, and EXETER
++Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
+Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
++Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain:+ +EXETER +
+Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
+Having the fearful flying hare in sight,
+With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath,
+And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,
+Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.
++Away! for vengeance comes along with them:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
+Or else come after: I'll away before.
++Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:+
+Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
+Whither the queen intends. Forward; away!
+Exeunt
+SCENE VI. Another part of the field.
++A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded ++ +CLIFFORD ++Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,+ +EDWARD +
+Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
+O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow
+More than my body's parting with my soul!
+My love and fear glued many friends to thee;
+And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts.
+Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York,
+The common people swarm like summer flies;
+And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?
+And who shines now but Henry's enemies?
+O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent
+That Phaethon should cheque thy fiery steeds,
+Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!
+And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
+Or as thy father and his father did,
+Giving no ground unto the house of York,
+They never then had sprung like summer flies;
+I and ten thousand in this luckless realm
+Had left no mourning widows for our death;
+And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.
+For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?
+And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?
+Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
+No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight:
+The foe is merciless, and will not pity;
+For at their hands I have deserved no pity.
+The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
+And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
+Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
+I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.
+He faints
+Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers
++Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause,+ +WARWICK +
+And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
+Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen,
+That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
+As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,
+Command an argosy to stem the waves.
+But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
++No, 'tis impossible he should escape,+ +EDWARD +
+For, though before his face I speak the words
+Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
+And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.
+CLIFFORD groans, and dies
++Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?+ +RICHARD +
++A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.+ +EDWARD +
++See who it is: and, now the battle's ended,+ +RICHARD +
+If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
++Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;+ +WARWICK +
+Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
+In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
+But set his murdering knife unto the root
+From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,
+I mean our princely father, Duke of York.
++From off the gates of York fetch down the head,+ +EDWARD +
+Your father's head, which Clifford placed there;
+Instead whereof let this supply the room:
+Measure for measure must be answered.
++Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,+ +WARWICK +
+That nothing sung but death to us and ours:
+Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,
+And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
++I think his understanding is bereft.+ +RICHARD +
+Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?
+Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
+And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.
++O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth:+ +GEORGE +
+'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
+Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
+Which in the time of death he gave our father.
++If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.+ +RICHARD +
++Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.+ +EDWARD +
++Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.+ +WARWICK +
++Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.+ +GEORGE +
++While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.+ +RICHARD +
++Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.+ +EDWARD +
++Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee.+ +GEORGE +
++Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?+ +WARWICK +
++They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.+ +RICHARD +
++What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard+ +WARWICK +
+When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
+I know by that he's dead; and, by my soul,
+If this right hand would buy two hour's life,
+That I in all despite might rail at him,
+This hand should chop it off, and with the
+issuing blood
+Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst
+York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
++Ay, but he's dead: off with the traitor's head,+ +EDWARD +
+And rear it in the place your father's stands.
+And now to London with triumphant march,
+There to be crowned England's royal king:
+From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,
+And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen:
+So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;
+And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
+The scatter'd foe that hopes to rise again;
+For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
+Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.
+First will I see the coronation;
+And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea,
+To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
++Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;+ +RICHARD +
+For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,
+And never will I undertake the thing
+Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.
+Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,
+And George, of Clarence: Warwick, as ourself,
+Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.
++Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;+ +WARWICK +
+For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
++Tut, that's a foolish observation:
+Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
+To see these honours in possession.
+Exeunt
++
ACT III
+SCENE I. A forest in the north of England.
++Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands ++ +First Keeper ++Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;+ +Second Keeper +
+For through this laund anon the deer will come;
+And in this covert will we make our stand,
+Culling the principal of all the deer.
++I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.+ +First Keeper +
++That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow+ +Second Keeper +
+Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
+Here stand we both, and aim we at the best:
+And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
+I'll tell thee what befell me on a day
+In this self-place where now we mean to stand.
++Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Enter KING HENRY VI, disguised, with a prayerbook
++From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,+ +First Keeper +
+To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
+No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
+Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
+Thy balm wash'd off wherewith thou wast anointed:
+No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,
+No humble suitors press to speak for right,
+No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
+For how can I help them, and not myself?
++Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.
++Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,+ +Second Keeper +
+For wise men say it is the wisest course.
++Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.+ +First Keeper +
++Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++My queen and son are gone to France for aid;+ +Second Keeper +
+And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
+Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister
+To wife for Edward: if this news be true,
+Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost;
+For Warwick is a subtle orator,
+And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
+By this account then Margaret may win him;
+For she's a woman to be pitied much:
+Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
+Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
+The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;
+And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
+To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
+Ay, but she's come to beg, Warwick to give;
+She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry,
+He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
+She weeps, and says her Henry is deposed;
+He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;
+That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
+Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
+Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
+And in conclusion wins the king from her,
+With promise of his sister, and what else,
+To strengthen and support King Edward's place.
+O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,
+Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn!
++Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++More than I seem, and less than I was born to:+ +Second Keeper +
+A man at least, for less I should not be;
+And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
++Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough.+ +Second Keeper +
++But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++My crown is in my heart, not on my head;+ +Second Keeper +
+Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
+Nor to be seen: my crown is called content:
+A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
++Well, if you be a king crown'd with content,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Your crown content and you must be contented
+To go along with us; for as we think,
+You are the king King Edward hath deposed;
+And we his subjects sworn in all allegiance
+Will apprehend you as his enemy.
++But did you never swear, and break an oath?+ +Second Keeper +
++No, never such an oath; nor will not now.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Where did you dwell when I was King of England?+ +Second Keeper +
++Here in this country, where we now remain.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++I was anointed king at nine months old;+ +First Keeper +
+My father and my grandfather were kings,
+And you were sworn true subjects unto me:
+And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?
++No;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+For we were subjects but while you were king.
++Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man?+ +First Keeper +
+Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear!
+Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
+And as the air blows it to me again,
+Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
+And yielding to another when it blows,
+Commanded always by the greater gust;
+Such is the lightness of you common men.
+But do not break your oaths; for of that sin
+My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
+Go where you will, the king shall be commanded;
+And be you kings, command, and I'll obey.
++We are true subjects to the king, King Edward.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++So would you be again to Henry,+ +First Keeper +
+If he were seated as King Edward is.
++We charge you, in God's name, and the king's,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+To go with us unto the officers.
++In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:+
+And what God will, that let your king perform;
+And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
+Exeunt
+SCENE II. London. The palace.
++Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and LADY GREY ++ +KING EDWARD IV ++Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's field+ +GLOUCESTER +
+This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
+His lands then seized on by the conqueror:
+Her suit is now to repossess those lands;
+Which we in justice cannot well deny,
+Because in quarrel of the house of York
+The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
++Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+It were dishonour to deny it her.
++It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?+ +CLARENCE +
+I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
+Before the king will grant her humble suit.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He knows the game: how true+ +GLOUCESTER +
+he keeps the wind!
++[Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Widow, we will consider of your suit;+ +LADY GREY +
+And come some other time to know our mind.
++Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+May it please your highness to resolve me now;
+And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
++[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant+ +CLARENCE +
+you all your lands,
+An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
+Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she+ +GLOUCESTER +
+chance to fall.
++[Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! for he'll+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+take vantages.
++How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.+ +CLARENCE +
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a+ +GLOUCESTER +
+child of her.
++[Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather+ +LADY GREY +
+give her two.
++Three, my most gracious lord.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+be ruled by him.
++'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.+ +LADY GREY +
++Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+you will have leave,
+Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
+GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE retire
++Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?+ +LADY GREY +
++Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++And would you not do much to do them good?+ +LADY GREY +
++To do them good, I would sustain some harm.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Then get your husband's lands, to do them good.+ +LADY GREY +
++Therefore I came unto your majesty.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.+ +LADY GREY +
++So shall you bind me to your highness' service.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?+ +LADY GREY +
++What you command, that rests in me to do.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++But you will take exceptions to my boon.+ +LADY GREY +
++No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.+ +LADY GREY +
++Why, then I will do what your grace commands.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain+ +CLARENCE +
+wears the marble.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] As red as fire! nay, then+ +LADY GREY +
+her wax must melt.
++Why stops my lord, shall I not hear my task?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.+ +LADY GREY +
++That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.+ +LADY GREY +
++I take my leave with many thousand thanks.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+with a curtsy.
++But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean.+ +LADY GREY +
++The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.+ +LADY GREY +
+What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
++My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
++No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.+ +LADY GREY +
++Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++But now you partly may perceive my mind.+ +LADY GREY +
++My mind will never grant what I perceive+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
++To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.+ +LADY GREY +
++To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.+ +LADY GREY +
++Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+For by that loss I will not purchase them.
++Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.+ +LADY GREY +
++Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
+Accords not with the sadness of my suit:
+Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no.'
++Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;+ +LADY GREY +
+No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand.
++Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++[Aside to CLARENCE] The widow likes him not, she+ +CLARENCE +
+knits her brows.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He is the bluntest wooer in+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Christendom.
++[Aside] Her looks do argue her replete with modesty;+ +LADY GREY +
+Her words do show her wit incomparable;
+All her perfections challenge sovereignty:
+One way or other, she is for a king;
+And she shall be my love, or else my queen.--
+Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
++'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+I am a subject fit to jest withal,
+But far unfit to be a sovereign.
++Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee+ +LADY GREY +
+I speak no more than what my soul intends;
+And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
++And that is more than I will yield unto:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+I know I am too mean to be your queen,
+And yet too good to be your concubine.
++You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.+ +LADY GREY +
++'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++No more than when my daughters call thee mother.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
+And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,
+Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing
+To be the father unto many sons.
+Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
++[Aside to CLARENCE] The ghostly father now hath done+ +CLARENCE +
+his shrift.
++[Aside to GLOUCESTER] When he was made a shriver,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+'twas for shift.
++Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++You'll think it strange if I should marry her.+ +CLARENCE +
++To whom, my lord?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++ Why, Clarence, to myself.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++That would be ten days' wonder at the least.+ +CLARENCE +
++That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++By so much is the wonder in extremes.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both+ +Nobleman +
+Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
+Enter a Nobleman
++My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
++See that he be convey'd unto the Tower:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
+To question of his apprehension.
+Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
+Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER
++Ay, Edward will use women honourably.+
+Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,
+That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
+To cross me from the golden time I look for!
+And yet, between my soul's desire and me--
+The lustful Edward's title buried--
+Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
+And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,
+To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
+A cold premeditation for my purpose!
+Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;
+Like one that stands upon a promontory,
+And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
+Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
+And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
+Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way:
+So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
+And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;
+And so I say, I'll cut the causes off,
+Flattering me with impossibilities.
+My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,
+Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
+Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
+What other pleasure can the world afford?
+I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
+And deck my body in gay ornaments,
+And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
+O miserable thought! and more unlikely
+Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
+Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:
+And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
+She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
+To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;
+To make an envious mountain on my back,
+Where sits deformity to mock my body;
+To shape my legs of an unequal size;
+To disproportion me in every part,
+Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
+That carries no impression like the dam.
+And am I then a man to be beloved?
+O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
+Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,
+But to command, to cheque, to o'erbear such
+As are of better person than myself,
+I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
+And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
+Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head
+Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
+And yet I know not how to get the crown,
+For many lives stand between me and home:
+And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood,
+That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
+Seeking a way and straying from the way;
+Not knowing how to find the open air,
+But toiling desperately to find it out,--
+Torment myself to catch the English crown:
+And from that torment I will free myself,
+Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
+Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
+And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart,
+And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
+And frame my face to all occasions.
+I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
+I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
+I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
+Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
+And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
+I can add colours to the chameleon,
+Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
+And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
+Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
+Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.
+Exit
+SCENE III. France. KING LEWIS XI's palace.
++Flourish. Enter KING LEWIS XI, his sister BONA, his Admiral, called BOURBON, PRINCE EDWARD, QUEEN MARGARET, and OXFORD. KING LEWIS XI sits, and riseth up again ++ +KING LEWIS XI ++Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state
+And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
++No, mighty King of France: now Margaret+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve
+Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
+Great Albion's queen in former golden days:
+But now mischance hath trod my title down,
+And with dishonour laid me on the ground;
+Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,
+And to my humble seat conform myself.
++Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
++Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And sit thee by our side:
+Seats her by him
+Yield not thy neck
+To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
+Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
+Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;
+It shall be eased, if France can yield relief.
++Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
+Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis,
+That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
+Is of a king become a banish'd man,
+And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn;
+While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York
+Usurps the regal title and the seat
+Of England's true-anointed lawful king.
+This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,
+With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir,
+Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;
+And if thou fail us, all our hope is done:
+Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
+Our people and our peers are both misled,
+Our treasures seized, our soldiers put to flight,
+And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
++Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+While we bethink a means to break it off.
++The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
+Enter WARWICK
++What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+He descends. She ariseth
++Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;+ +WARWICK +
+For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
++From worthy Edward, King of Albion,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
+I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,
+First, to do greetings to thy royal person;
+And then to crave a league of amity;
+And lastly, to confirm that amity
+With a nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
+That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
+To England's king in lawful marriage.
++[Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.+ +WARWICK +
++[To BONA] And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
+Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue
+To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;
+Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,
+Hath placed thy beauty's image and thy virtue.
++King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak,+ +WARWICK +
+Before you answer Warwick. His demand
+Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
+But from deceit bred by necessity;
+For how can tyrants safely govern home,
+Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
+To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,
+That Henry liveth still: but were he dead,
+Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.
+Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage
+Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;
+For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,
+Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
++Injurious Margaret!+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
++And why not queen?+ +WARWICK +
++Because thy father Henry did usurp;+ +OXFORD +
+And thou no more are prince than she is queen.
++Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,+ +WARWICK +
+Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
+And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,
+Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;
+And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,
+Who by his prowess conquered all France:
+From these our Henry lineally descends.
++Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,+ +OXFORD +
+You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
+All that which Henry Fifth had gotten?
+Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.
+But for the rest, you tell a pedigree
+Of threescore and two years; a silly time
+To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.
++Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,+ +WARWICK +
+Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,
+And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
++Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,+ +OXFORD +
+Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
+For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king.
++Call him my king by whose injurious doom+ +WARWICK +
+My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
+Was done to death? and more than so, my father,
+Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,
+When nature brought him to the door of death?
+No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
+This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
++And I the house of York.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,
+While I use further conference with Warwick.
+They stand aloof
++Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,+ +WARWICK +
+Is Edward your true king? for I were loath
+To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
++Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++But is he gracious in the people's eye?+ +WARWICK +
++The more that Henry was unfortunate.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++Then further, all dissembling set aside,+ +WARWICK +
+Tell me for truth the measure of his love
+Unto our sister Bona.
++Such it seems+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+As may beseem a monarch like himself.
+Myself have often heard him say and swear
+That this his love was an eternal plant,
+Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
+The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,
+Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
+Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
++Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.+ +BONA +
++Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine:+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+To WARWICK
+Yet I confess that often ere this day,
+When I have heard your king's desert recounted,
+Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
++Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's;+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+And now forthwith shall articles be drawn
+Touching the jointure that your king must make,
+Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised.
+Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness
+That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
++To Edward, but not to the English king.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+By this alliance to make void my suit:
+Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend.
++And still is friend to him and Margaret:+ +WARWICK +
+But if your title to the crown be weak,
+As may appear by Edward's good success,
+Then 'tis but reason that I be released
+From giving aid which late I promised.
+Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand
+That your estate requires and mine can yield.
++Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.
+And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
+You have a father able to maintain you;
+And better 'twere you troubled him than France.
++Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
+I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears,
+Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
+Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love;
+For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
+Post blows a horn within
++Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.+ +Post +
+Enter a Post
++[To WARWICK] My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,+ +OXFORD +
+Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:
+To KING LEWIS XI
+These from our king unto your majesty:
+To QUEEN MARGARET
+And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not.
+They all read their letters
++I like it well that our fair queen and mistress+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
++Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled:+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+I hope all's for the best.
++Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.+ +WARWICK +
++Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++What! has your king married the Lady Grey!+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And now, to soothe your forgery and his,
+Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
+Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?
+Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
++I told your majesty as much before:+ +WARWICK +
+This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
++King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
+That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's,
+No more my king, for he dishonours me,
+But most himself, if he could see his shame.
+Did I forget that by the house of York
+My father came untimely to his death?
+Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece?
+Did I impale him with the regal crown?
+Did I put Henry from his native right?
+And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame?
+Shame on himself! for my desert is honour:
+And to repair my honour lost for him,
+I here renounce him and return to Henry.
+My noble queen, let former grudges pass,
+And henceforth I am thy true servitor:
+I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
+And replant Henry in his former state.
++Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;+ +WARWICK +
+And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
+And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend.
++So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,+ +BONA +
+That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
+With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
+I'll undertake to land them on our coast
+And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
+'Tis not his new-made bride shall succor him:
+And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
+He's very likely now to fall from him,
+For matching more for wanton lust than honour,
+Or than for strength and safety of our country.
++Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+But by thy help to this distressed queen?
++Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,+ +BONA +
+Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
++My quarrel and this English queen's are one.+ +WARWICK +
++And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Therefore at last I firmly am resolved
+You shall have aid.
++Let me give humble thanks for all at once.+ +KING LEWIS XI +
++Then, England's messenger, return in post,+ +BONA +
+And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
+That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
+To revel it with him and his new bride:
+Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal.
++Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
++Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,+ +WARWICK +
+And I am ready to put armour on.
++Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
+There's thy reward: be gone.
+Exit Post
++But, Warwick,+ +WARWICK +
+Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,
+Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle;
+And, as occasion serves, this noble queen
+And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
+Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt,
+What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
++This shall assure my constant loyalty,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+That if our queen and this young prince agree,
+I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy
+To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
++Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,
+Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;
+And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
+That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.
++Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
+He gives his hand to WARWICK
++Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,+ +WARWICK +
+And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral,
+Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet.
+I long till Edward fall by war's mischance,
+For mocking marriage with a dame of France.
+Exeunt all but WARWICK
++I came from Edward as ambassador,
+But I return his sworn and mortal foe:
+Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
+But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
+Had he none else to make a stale but me?
+Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
+I was the chief that raised him to the crown,
+And I'll be chief to bring him down again:
+Not that I pity Henry's misery,
+But seek revenge on Edward's mockery.
+Exit
++
ACT IV
+SCENE I. London. The palace.
++Enter GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, and MONTAGUE ++ +GLOUCESTER ++Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you+ +CLARENCE +
+Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
+Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
++Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France;+ +SOMERSET +
+How could he stay till Warwick made return?
++My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++And his well-chosen bride.+ +CLARENCE +
++I mind to tell him plainly what I think.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, attended; QUEEN ELIZABETH, PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and others
++Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,+ +CLARENCE +
+That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?
++As well as Lewis of France, or the Earl of Warwick,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Which are so weak of courage and in judgment
+That they'll take no offence at our abuse.
++Suppose they take offence without a cause,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,
+Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.
++And shall have your will, because our king:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
++Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Not I:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
+Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity
+To sunder them that yoke so well together.
++Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,+ +CLARENCE +
+Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey
+Should not become my wife and England's queen.
+And you too, Somerset and Montague,
+Speak freely what you think.
++Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Becomes your enemy, for mocking him
+About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
++And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
++What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased+ +MONTAGUE +
+By such invention as I can devise?
++Yet, to have join'd with France in such alliance+ +HASTINGS +
+Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth
+'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.
++Why, knows not Montague that of itself+ +MONTAGUE +
+England is safe, if true within itself?
++But the safer when 'tis back'd with France.+ +HASTINGS +
++'Tis better using France than trusting France:+ +CLARENCE +
+Let us be back'd with God and with the seas
+Which He hath given for fence impregnable,
+And with their helps only defend ourselves;
+In them and in ourselves our safety lies.
++For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
++Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And for this once my will shall stand for law.
++And yet methinks your grace hath not done well,+ +CLARENCE +
+To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
+Unto the brother of your loving bride;
+She better would have fitted me or Clarence:
+But in your bride you bury brotherhood.
++Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son,
+And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
++Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife+ +CLARENCE +
+That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
++In choosing for yourself, you show'd your judgment,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Which being shallow, you give me leave
+To play the broker in mine own behalf;
+And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.
++Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+And not be tied unto his brother's will.
++My lords, before it pleased his majesty+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+To raise my state to title of a queen,
+Do me but right, and you must all confess
+That I was not ignoble of descent;
+And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
+But as this title honours me and mine,
+So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,
+Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
++My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What danger or what sorrow can befall thee,
+So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
+And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?
+Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
+Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;
+Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
+And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.
++[Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Enter a Post
++Now, messenger, what letters or what news+ +Post +
+From France?
++My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But such as I, without your special pardon,
+Dare not relate.
++Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief,+ +Post +
+Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
+What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?
++At my depart, these were his very words:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
+That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
+To revel it with him and his new bride.'
++Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry.+ +Post +
+But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
++These were her words, utter'd with mad disdain:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
+I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.'
++I blame not her, she could say little less;+ +Post +
+She had the wrong. But what said Henry's queen?
+For I have heard that she was there in place.
++'Tell him,' quoth she, 'my mourning weeds are done,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+And I am ready to put armour on.'
++Belike she minds to play the Amazon.+ +Post +
+But what said Warwick to these injuries?
++He, more incensed against your majesty+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
+'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
+And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'
++Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?+ +Post +
+Well I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd:
+They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
+But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
++Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in+ +CLARENCE +
+friendship
+That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
++Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,
+For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter;
+That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
+I may not prove inferior to yourself.
+You that love me and Warwick, follow me.
+Exit CLARENCE, and SOMERSET follows
++[Aside] Not I:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
+Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
++Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!+ +MONTAGUE +
+Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen;
+And haste is needful in this desperate case.
+Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf
+Go levy men, and make prepare for war;
+They are already, or quickly will be landed:
+Myself in person will straight follow you.
+Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD
+But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
+Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,
+Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance:
+Tell me if you love Warwick more than me?
+If it be so, then both depart to him;
+I rather wish you foes than hollow friends:
+But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
+Give me assurance with some friendly vow,
+That I may never have you in suspect.
++So God help Montague as he proves true!+ +HASTINGS +
++And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Why, so! then am I sure of victory.+
+Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,
+Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
+Exeunt
+SCENE II. A plain in Warwickshire.
++Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers ++ +WARWICK ++Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;+ +CLARENCE +
+The common people by numbers swarm to us.
+Enter CLARENCE and SOMERSET
+But see where Somerset and Clarence come!
+Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?
++Fear not that, my lord.+ +WARWICK +
++Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;+
+And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice
+To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
+Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love;
+Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother,
+Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings:
+But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.
+And now what rests but, in night's coverture,
+Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
+His soldiers lurking in the towns about,
+And but attended by a simple guard,
+We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
+Our scouts have found the adventure very easy:
+That as Ulysses and stout Diomede
+With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
+And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
+So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
+At unawares may beat down Edward's guard
+And seize himself; I say not, slaughter him,
+For I intend but only to surprise him.
+You that will follow me to this attempt,
+Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.
+They all cry, 'Henry!'
+Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort:
+For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
+Exeunt
+SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick.
++Enter three Watchmen, to guard KING EDWARD IV's tent ++ +First Watchman ++Come on, my masters, each man take his stand:+ +Second Watchman +
+The king by this is set him down to sleep.
++What, will he not to bed?+ +First Watchman +
++Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow+ +Second Watchman +
+Never to lie and take his natural rest
+Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
++To-morrow then belike shall be the day,+ +Third Watchman +
+If Warwick be so near as men report.
++But say, I pray, what nobleman is that+ +First Watchman +
+That with the king here resteth in his tent?
++'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.+ +Third Watchman +
++O, is it so? But why commands the king+ +Second Watchman +
+That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
+While he himself keeps in the cold field?
++'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.+ +Third Watchman +
++Ay, but give me worship and quietness;+ +First Watchman +
+I like it better than a dangerous honour.
+If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
+'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
++Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.+ +Second Watchman +
++Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent,+ +WARWICK +
+But to defend his person from night-foes?
+Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, and French soldiers, silent all
++This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.+ +First Watchman +
+Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
+But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
++Who goes there?+ +Second Watchman +
++Stay, or thou diest!+ +SOMERSET +
+WARWICK and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! Warwick!' and set upon the Guard, who fly, crying, 'Arm! arm!' WARWICK and the rest following them
+The drum playing and trumpet sounding, reenter WARWICK, SOMERSET, and the rest, bringing KING EDWARD IV out in his gown, sitting in a chair. RICHARD and HASTINGS fly over the stage
++What are they that fly there?+ +WARWICK +
++Richard and Hastings: let them go; here is The duke.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++ The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,+ +WARWICK +
+Thou call'dst me king.
++Ay, but the case is alter'd:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+When you disgraced me in my embassade,
+Then I degraded you from being king,
+And come now to create you Duke of York.
+Alas! how should you govern any kingdom,
+That know not how to use ambassadors,
+Nor how to be contented with one wife,
+Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
+Nor how to study for the people's welfare,
+Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?
++Yea, brother of Clarence, are thou here too?+ +WARWICK +
+Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.
+Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,
+Of thee thyself and all thy complices,
+Edward will always bear himself as king:
+Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
+My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
++Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Takes off his crown
+But Henry now shall wear the English crown,
+And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow.
+My Lord of Somerset, at my request,
+See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd
+Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
+When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
+I'll follow you, and tell what answer
+Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
+Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
+They lead him out forcibly
++What fates impose, that men must needs abide;+ +OXFORD +
+It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
+Exit, guarded
++What now remains, my lords, for us to do+ +WARWICK +
+But march to London with our soldiers?
++Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;+
+To free King Henry from imprisonment
+And see him seated in the regal throne.
+Exeunt
+SCENE IV. London. The palace.
++Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS ++ +RIVERS ++Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
++Why brother Rivers, are you yet to learn+ +RIVERS +
+What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?
++What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
++No, but the loss of his own royal person.+ +RIVERS +
++Then is my sovereign slain?+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
++Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,+ +RIVERS +
+Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard
+Or by his foe surprised at unawares:
+And, as I further have to understand,
+Is new committed to the Bishop of York,
+Fell Warwick's brother and by that our foe.
++These news I must confess are full of grief;+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
+Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
++Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay.+ +RIVERS +
+And I the rather wean me from despair
+For love of Edward's offspring in my womb:
+This is it that makes me bridle passion
+And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;
+Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
+And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
+Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
+King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.
++But, madam, where is Warwick then become?+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
++I am inform'd that he comes towards London,+
+To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
+Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down,
+But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,--
+For trust not him that hath once broken faith,--
+I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,
+To save at least the heir of Edward's right:
+There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.
+Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly:
+If Warwick take us we are sure to die.
+Exeunt
+SCENE V. A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.
++Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and STANLEY ++ +GLOUCESTER ++Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,+ +Huntsman +
+Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
+Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
+Thus stands the case: you know our king, my brother,
+Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
+He hath good usage and great liberty,
+And, often but attended with weak guard,
+Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
+I have advertised him by secret means
+That if about this hour he make his way
+Under the colour of his usual game,
+He shall here find his friends with horse and men
+To set him free from his captivity.
+Enter KING EDWARD IV and a Huntsman with him
++This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
+Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?
++Brother, the time and case requireth haste:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
++But whither shall we then?+ +HASTINGS +
++To Lynn, my lord,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And ship from thence to Flanders.
++Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along?+ +Huntsman +
++Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;+
+And pray that I may repossess the crown.
+Exeunt
+SCENE VI. London. The Tower.
++Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, and Lieutenant of the Tower ++ +KING HENRY VI ++Master lieutenant, now that God and friends+ +Lieutenant +
+Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
+And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
+My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
+At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
++Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+But if an humble prayer may prevail,
+I then crave pardon of your majesty.
++For what, lieutenant? for well using me?+ +WARWICK +
+Nay, be thou sure I'll well requite thy kindness,
+For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;
+Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
+Conceive when after many moody thoughts
+At last by notes of household harmony
+They quite forget their loss of liberty.
+But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,
+And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;
+He was the author, thou the instrument.
+Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite
+By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me,
+And that the people of this blessed land
+May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars,
+Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
+I here resign my government to thee,
+For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
++Your grace hath still been famed for virtuous;+ +CLARENCE +
+And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
+By spying and avoiding fortune's malice,
+For few men rightly temper with the stars:
+Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,
+For choosing me when Clarence is in place.
++No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,+ +WARWICK +
+To whom the heavens in thy nativity
+Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,
+As likely to be blest in peace and war;
+And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
++And I choose Clarence only for protector.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Warwick and Clarence give me both your hands:+ +WARWICK +
+Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,
+That no dissension hinder government:
+I make you both protectors of this land,
+While I myself will lead a private life
+And in devotion spend my latter days,
+To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise.
++What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?+ +CLARENCE +
++That he consents, if Warwick yield consent;+ +WARWICK +
+For on thy fortune I repose myself.
++Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content:+ +CLARENCE +
+We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
+To Henry's body, and supply his place;
+I mean, in bearing weight of government,
+While he enjoys the honour and his ease.
+And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful
+Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor,
+And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
++What else? and that succession be determined.+ +WARWICK +
++Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++But, with the first of all your chief affairs,+ +CLARENCE +
+Let me entreat, for I command no more,
+That Margaret your queen and my son Edward
+Be sent for, to return from France with speed;
+For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
+My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.
++It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,+ +SOMERSET +
+Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
++My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Come hither, England's hope.+ +WARWICK +
+Lays his hand on his head
+If secret powers
+Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
+This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
+His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
+His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
+His hand to wield a sceptre, 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
++What news, my friend?+ +Post +
++That Edward is escaped from your brother,+ +WARWICK +
+And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
++Unsavoury news! but how made he escape?+ +Post +
++He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester+ +WARWICK +
+And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
+In secret ambush on the forest side
+And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
+For hunting was his daily exercise.
++My brother was too careless of his charge.+ +SOMERSET +
+But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
+A salve for any sore that may betide.
+Exeunt all but SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, and OXFORD
++My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's;+ +OXFORD +
+For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,
+And we shall have more wars before 't be long.
+As Henry's late presaging prophecy
+Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond,
+So doth my heart misgive 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 Brittany,
+Till storms be past of civil enmity.
++Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,+ +SOMERSET +
+'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
++It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.+
+Come, therefore, let's about it speedily.
+Exeunt
+SCENE VII. Before York.
++Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and Soldiers ++ +KING EDWARD IV ++Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
+And says that once more I shall interchange
+My waned state for Henry's regal crown.
+Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the seas
+And brought desired help from Burgundy:
+What then remains, we being thus arrived
+From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
+But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
++The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+For many men that stumble at the threshold
+Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
++Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us:+ +HASTINGS +
+By fair or foul means we must enter in,
+For hither will our friends repair to us.
++My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.+ +Mayor +
+Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren
++My lords, we were forewarned of your coming,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
+For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
++But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,+ +Mayor +
+Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.
++True, my good lord; I know you for no less.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+As being well content with that alone.
++[Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,+ +HASTINGS +
+He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
++Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?+ +Mayor +
+Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.
++Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+They descend
++A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!+ +HASTINGS +
++The good old man would fain that all were well,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd,
+I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
+Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
+Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below
++So, master mayor: these gates must not be shut+ +GLOUCESTER +
+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 those friends that deign to follow me.
+March. Enter MONTGOMERY, with drum and soldiers
++Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.
++Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?+ +MONTAGUE +
++To help King Edward in his time of storm,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+As every loyal subject ought to do.
++Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget+ +MONTAGUE +
+Our title to the crown and only claim
+Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
++Then fare you well, for I will hence again:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+I came to serve a king and not a duke.
+Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
+The drum begins to march
++Nay, stay, Sir John, awhi le, and we'll debate+ +MONTAGUE +
+By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
++What talk you of debating? in few words,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
+I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone
+To keep them back that come to succor you:
+Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
++Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim:+ +HASTINGS +
+Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
++Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand:
+The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
++Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,+ +MONTAGUE +
+And Henry but usurps the diadem.
++Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;+ +HASTINGS +
+And now will I be Edward's champion.
++Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:+ +Soldier +
+Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
+Flourish
++Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of+ +MONTAGUE +
+England and France, and lord of Ireland, & c.
++And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right,+ +All +
+By this I challenge him to single fight.
+Throws down his gauntlet
++Long live Edward the Fourth!+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all:+
+If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
+Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York;
+And when the morning sun shall raise his car
+Above the border of this horizon,
+We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
+For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
+Ah, froward 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 soldiers: doubt not of the day,
+And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
+Exeunt
+SCENE VIII. London. The palace.
++Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, EXETER, and OXFORD ++ +WARWICK ++What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
+Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
+And with his troops doth march amain to London;
+And many giddy people flock to him.
++Let's levy men, and beat him back again.+ +CLARENCE +
++A little fire is quickly trodden out;+ +WARWICK +
+Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
++In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
+Those will I muster up: and thou, son Clarence,
+Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
+The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:
+Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
+Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find
+Men well inclined to hear what thou command'st:
+And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
+In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
+My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
+Like to his island girt in with the ocean,
+Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
+Shall rest in London till we come to him.
+Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
+Farewell, my sovereign.
++Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.+ +CLARENCE +
++In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!+ +MONTAGUE +
++Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.+ +OXFORD +
++And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,+ +WARWICK +
+And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
++Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Exeunt all but KING HENRY VI and EXETER
++Here at the palace I will rest awhile.+ +EXETER +
+Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
+Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
+Should not be able to encounter mine.
++The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:+ +EXETER +
+I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
+Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
+My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
+My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
+My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;
+I have not been desirous of their wealth,
+Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies.
+Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd:
+Then why should they love Edward more than me?
+No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:
+And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
+The lamb will never cease to follow him.
+Shout within. 'A Lancaster! A Lancaster!'
++Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers
++Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And once again proclaim us King of England.
+You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow:
+Now stops thy spring; my sea sha$l suck them dry,
+And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
+Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
+Exeunt some with KING HENRY VI
+And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course
+Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
+The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,
+Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
++Away betimes, before his forces join,
+And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
+Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
+Exeunt
++
ACT V
+SCENE I. Coventry.
++Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others upon the walls ++ +WARWICK ++Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?+ +First Messenger +
+How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
++By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.+ +WARWICK +
++How far off is our brother Montague?+ +Second Messenger +
+Where is the post that came from Montague?
++By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.+ +WARWICK +
+Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE
++Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?+ +SOMERSET +
+And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
++At Southam I did leave him with his forces,+ +WARWICK +
+And do expect him here some two hours hence.
+Drum heard
++Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.+ +SOMERSET +
++It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:+ +WARWICK +
+The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
++Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.+ +SOMERSET +
++They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+March: flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers
++Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!+ +WARWICK +
++O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
+That we could hear no news of his repair?
++Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,+ +WARWICK +
+Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,
+Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?
+And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
++Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,
+Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
+And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
++I thought, at least, he would have said the king;+ +WARWICK +
+Or did he make the jest against his will?
++Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:+ +WARWICK +
+I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
++'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.+ +WARWICK +
++Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
+And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
++But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
+What is the body when the head is off?
++Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,+ +EDWARD +
+But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
+The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
+You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
+And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
++'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:+ +WARWICK +
+Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.
++I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+And with the other fling it at thy face,
+Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
++Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,+ +WARWICK +
+This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair
+Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
+Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
+'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
+Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours
++O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!+ +OXFORD +
++Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+He and his forces enter the city
++The gates are open, let us enter too.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++So other foes may set upon our backs.+ +WARWICK +
+Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
+Will issue out again and bid us battle:
+If not, the city being but of small defence,
+We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
++O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.+ +MONTAGUE +
+Enter MONTAGUE with drum and colours
++Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+He and his forces enter the city
++Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
++The harder match'd, the greater victory:+ +SOMERSET +
+My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
+Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours
++Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!+ +GLOUCESTER +
+He and his forces enter the city
++Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,+ +WARWICK +
+Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
+And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
+Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours
++And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,+ +CLARENCE +
+Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
+With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
+More than the nature of a brother's love!
+Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
++Father of Warwick, know you what this means?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Taking his red rose out of his hat
+Look here, I throw my infamy at thee
+I will not ruinate my father's house,
+Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
+And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
+That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
+To bend the fatal instruments of war
+Against his brother and his lawful king?
+Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath:
+To keep that oath were more impiety
+Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter.
+I am so sorry for my trespass made
+That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
+I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe,
+With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee--
+As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad--
+To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
+And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
+And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
+Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends:
+And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
+For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
++Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
++Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.+ +WARWICK +
++O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?+ +WARWICK +
+Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
++Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+I will away towards Barnet presently,
+And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.
++Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.+
+Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
+Exeunt King Edward and his company. March. Warwick and his company follow
+SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet.
++Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD IV, bringing forth WARWICK wounded ++ +KING EDWARD IV ++So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;+ +WARWICK +
+For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.
+Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
+That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
+Exit
++Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,+ +SOMERSET +
+And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
+Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
+My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows.
+That I must yield my body to the earth
+And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
+Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
+Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
+Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
+Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
+And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
+These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,
+Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
+To search the secret treasons of the world:
+The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
+Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
+For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?
+And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow?
+Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
+My parks, my walks, my manors that I had.
+Even now forsake me, and of all my lands
+Is nothing left me but my body's length.
+Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
+And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
+Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET
++Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are.+ +WARWICK +
+We might recover all our loss again;
+The queen from France hath brought a puissant power:
+Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly!
++Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague,+ +SOMERSET +
+If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand.
+And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile!
+Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
+Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
+That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
+Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
++Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last;+ +WARWICK +
+And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,
+And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'
+And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
+Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,
+That mought not be distinguished; but at last
+I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
+'O, farewell, Warwick!'
++Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;+ +OXFORD +
+For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.
+Dies
++Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!+
+Here they bear away his body. Exeunt
+SCENE III. Another part of the field.
++Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV in triumph; with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest ++ +KING EDWARD IV ++Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,+ +CLARENCE +
+And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
+But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
+I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
+That will encounter with our glorious sun,
+Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
+I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen
+Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
+And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
++A little gale will soon disperse that cloud+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And blow it to the source from whence it came:
+The very beams will dry those vapours up,
+For every cloud engenders not a storm.
++The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:
+If she have time to breathe be well assured
+Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
++We are advertised by our loving friends+
+That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury:
+We, having now the best at Barnet field,
+Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
+And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
+In every county as we go along.
+Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away.
+Exeunt
+SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury.
++March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and soldiers ++ +QUEEN MARGARET ++Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
+What though the mast be now blown overboard,
+The cable broke, the holding-anchor 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 saved?
+Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
+Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
+And Montague our topmost; what of him?
+Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
+Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
+And Somerset another goodly mast?
+The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
+And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
+For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
+We will not from the helm to sit and weep,
+But keep our course, though the rough wind say no,
+From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
+As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.
+And what is Edward but ruthless sea?
+What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?
+And Richard but a ragged fatal rock?
+All these the enemies to our poor bark.
+Say you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while!
+Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink:
+Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
+Or else you famish; that's a threefold death.
+This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
+If case some one of you would fly from us,
+That there's no hoped-for mercy with the brothers
+More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks.
+Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided
+'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
++Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit+ +OXFORD +
+Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
+Infuse his breast with magnanimity
+And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
+I speak not this as doubting any here
+For did I but suspect a fearful man
+He should have leave to go away betimes,
+Lest 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.
++Women and children of so high a courage,+ +SOMERSET +
+And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
+O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
+Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
+To bear his image and renew his glories!
++And he that will not fight for such a hope.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
+If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
++Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
++And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.+ +Messenger +
+Enter a Messenger
++Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand.+ +OXFORD +
+Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
++ I thought no less: it is his policy+ +SOMERSET +
+To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
++But he's deceived; we are in readiness.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.+ +OXFORD +
++Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers
++Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,
+Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere 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!
++Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say+
+My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
+Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
+Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
+Is prisoner 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 wolf that makes this spoil.
+You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
+Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
+Alarum. Retreat. Excursions. Exeunt
+SCENE V. Another part of the field.
++Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners ++ +KING EDWARD IV ++Now here a period of tumultuous broils.+ +OXFORD +
+Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight:
+For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
+Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
++For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.+ +SOMERSET +
++Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded
++So part we sadly in this troublous world,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
++Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
++It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Enter soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD
++Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
+Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
+For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
+And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
++Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
+Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
+Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
+Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
++Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++That you might still have worn the petticoat,+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
++Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+His currish riddles sort not with this place.
++By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++For God's sake, take away this captive scold.+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
++Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.+ +CLARENCE +
++Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
++I know my duty; you are all undutiful:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
+And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
+I am your better, traitors as ye are:
+And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
++Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Stabs him
++Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.+ +CLARENCE +
+Stabs him
++And there's for twitting me with perjury.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Stabs him
++O, kill me too!+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Marry, and shall.+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Offers to kill her
++Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Why should she live, to fill the world with words?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
++What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;+ +CLARENCE +
+I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
+Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
++What? what?+ +GLOUCESTER +
++The Tower, the Tower.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Exit
++O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
+They that stabb'd Caesar 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'er spend their fury on a child.
+What's worse than murderer, 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 cropp'd!
+You have no children, butchers! if you had,
+The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse:
+But if you ever chance to have a child,
+Look in his youth to have him so cut off
+As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!
++Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,+ +CLARENCE +
+Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
+What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.
++By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.+ +CLARENCE +
++Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
+What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
+Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
+Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
+Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
++Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
++So come to you and yours, as to this Prince!+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Exit, led out forcibly
++Where's Richard gone?+ +CLARENCE +
++To London, all in post; and, as I guess,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
++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 see our gentle queen how well she fares:
+By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
+Exeunt
+SCENE VI. London. The Tower.
++Enter KING HENRY VI and GLOUCESTER, with the Lieutenant, on the walls ++ +GLOUCESTER ++Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better:
+'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
+And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
++Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Exit Lieutenant
++So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece
+And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
+What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
++Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
++The bird that hath been limed in a bush,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
+And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
+Have now the fatal object in my eye
+Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.
++Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That taught his son the office of a fowl!
+An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
++I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
+The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy
+Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea
+Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
+Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
+My breast can better brook thy dagger's point
+Than can my ears that tragic history.
+But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?
++Think'st thou I am an executioner?+ +KING HENRY VI +
++A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:+ +GLOUCESTER +
+If murdering innocents be executing,
+Why, then thou art an executioner.
++Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.+ +KING HENRY VI +
++Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thou hadst not lived 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 man's sigh and many a widow's,
+And many an orphan's water-standing eye--
+Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
+And orphans for their parents timeless death--
+Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
+The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign;
+The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
+Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
+The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
+And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
+Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
+And, yet brought forth less than a mother's hope,
+To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,
+Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
+Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
+To signify thou camest to bite the world:
+And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
+Thou camest--
++I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Stabs him
+For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
++Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.+ +GLOUCESTER +
+God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
+Dies
++What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster+
+Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
+See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
+O, may such purple tears be alway shed
+From those that wish the downfall of our house!
+If any spark of life be yet remaining,
+Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
+Stabs him again
+I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
+Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of;
+For I have often heard my mother say
+I came into the world with my legs forward:
+Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
+And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
+The midwife wonder'd and the women cried
+'O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!'
+And so I was; which plainly signified
+That I should snarl and bite and play the dog.
+Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,
+Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
+I have no brother, I am like no brother;
+And this word 'love,' which graybeards call divine,
+Be resident in men like one another
+And not in me: I am myself alone.
+Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light:
+But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
+For I will buz abroad such prophecies
+That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
+And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
+King Henry and the prince his son are gone:
+Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,
+Counting myself but bad till I be best.
+I'll throw thy body in another room
+And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.
+Exit, with the body
+SCENE VII. London. The palace.
++Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants ++ +KING EDWARD IV ++Once more we sit in England's royal throne,+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
+What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
+Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!
+Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
+For hardy and undoubted champions;
+Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
+And two Northumberlands; two braver men
+Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
+With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
+That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
+And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
+Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
+And made our footstool of security.
+Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.
+Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself
+Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night,
+Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
+That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
+And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
++[Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+For yet I 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 thou shalt execute.
++Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;+ +CLARENCE +
+And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
++The duty that I owe unto your majesty+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
++Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.+ +GLOUCESTER +
++And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
+Aside
+And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
++Now am I seated as my soul delights,+ +CLARENCE +
+Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
++What will your grace have done with Margaret?+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Reignier, her father, to the king of France
+Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
+And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
++Away with her, and waft her hence to France.
+And now what rests but that we spend the time
+With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
+Such as befits the pleasure of the court?
+Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!
+For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
+Exeunt
+ + + + diff --git a/data/hamlet.1.1.html b/data/hamlet.1.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ef89bd6935ce64cbabde974aa12196da3c7fadc0 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/hamlet.1.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,477 @@ + + + +SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.
+ ++FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO ++ +BERNARDO ++Who's there?+ +FRANCISCO +
++Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.+ +BERNARDO +
++Long live the king!+ +FRANCISCO +
++Bernardo?+ +BERNARDO +
++He.+ +FRANCISCO +
++You come most carefully upon your hour.+ +BERNARDO +
++'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.+ +FRANCISCO +
++For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,+ +BERNARDO +
+And I am sick at heart.
++Have you had quiet guard?+ +FRANCISCO +
++Not a mouse stirring.+ +BERNARDO +
++Well, good night.+ +FRANCISCO +
+If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
+The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
++I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?+ +HORATIO +
+Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS
++Friends to this ground.+ +MARCELLUS +
++And liegemen to the Dane.+ +FRANCISCO +
++Give you good night.+ +MARCELLUS +
++O, farewell, honest soldier:+ +FRANCISCO +
+Who hath relieved you?
++Bernardo has my place.+ +MARCELLUS +
+Give you good night.
+Exit
++Holla! Bernardo!+ +BERNARDO +
++Say,+ +HORATIO +
+What, is Horatio there?
++A piece of him.+ +BERNARDO +
++Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.+ +MARCELLUS +
++What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?+ +BERNARDO +
++I have seen nothing.+ +MARCELLUS +
++Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,+ +HORATIO +
+And will not let belief take hold of him
+Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
+Therefore I have entreated him along
+With us to watch the minutes of this night;
+That if again this apparition come,
+He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
++Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.+ +BERNARDO +
++Sit down awhile;+ +HORATIO +
+And let us once again assail your ears,
+That are so fortified against our story
+What we have two nights seen.
++Well, sit we down,+ +BERNARDO +
+And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
++Last night of all,+ +MARCELLUS +
+When yond same star that's westward from the pole
+Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
+Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
+The bell then beating one,--
+Enter Ghost
++Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!+ +BERNARDO +
++In the same figure, like the king that's dead.+ +MARCELLUS +
++Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.+ +BERNARDO +
++Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.+ +HORATIO +
++Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.+ +BERNARDO +
++It would be spoke to.+ +MARCELLUS +
++Question it, Horatio.+ +HORATIO +
++What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,+ +MARCELLUS +
+Together with that fair and warlike form
+In which the majesty of buried Denmark
+Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!
++It is offended.+ +BERNARDO +
++ See, it stalks away!+ +HORATIO +
++Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!+ +MARCELLUS +
+Exit Ghost
++'Tis gone, and will not answer.+ +BERNARDO +
++How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:+ +HORATIO +
+Is not this something more than fantasy?
+What think you on't?
++Before my God, I might not this believe+ +MARCELLUS +
+Without the sensible and true avouch
+Of mine own eyes.
++ Is it not like the king?+ +HORATIO +
++As thou art to thyself:+ +MARCELLUS +
+Such was the very armour he had on
+When he the ambitious Norway combated;
+So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
+He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
+'Tis strange.
++Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,+ +HORATIO +
+With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
++In what particular thought to work I know not;+ +MARCELLUS +
+But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
+This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
++Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,+ +HORATIO +
+Why this same strict and most observant watch
+So nightly toils the subject of the land,
+And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
+And foreign mart for implements of war;
+Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
+Does not divide the Sunday from the week;
+What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
+Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:
+Who is't that can inform me?
++That can I;+ +BERNARDO +
+At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
+Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
+Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
+Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
+Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--
+For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--
+Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,
+Well ratified by law and heraldry,
+Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
+Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
+Against the which, a moiety competent
+Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
+To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
+Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
+And carriage of the article design'd,
+His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
+Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
+Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
+Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
+For food and diet, to some enterprise
+That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--
+As it doth well appear unto our state--
+But to recover of us, by strong hand
+And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
+So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
+Is the main motive of our preparations,
+The source of this our watch and the chief head
+Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
++I think it be no other but e'en so:+ +HORATIO +
+Well may it sort that this portentous figure
+Comes armed through our watch; so like the king
+That was and is the question of these wars.
++A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.+ +MARCELLUS +
+In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
+A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
+The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
+Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
+As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
+Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
+Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
+Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
+And even the like precurse of fierce events,
+As harbingers preceding still the fates
+And prologue to the omen coming on,
+Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
+Unto our climatures and countrymen.--
+But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
+Re-enter Ghost
+I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
+If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
+Speak to me:
+If there be any good thing to be done,
+That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
+Speak to me:
+Cock crows
+If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
+Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
+Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
+Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
+For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
+Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.
++Shall I strike at it with my partisan?+ +HORATIO +
++Do, if it will not stand.+ +BERNARDO +
++'Tis here!+ +HORATIO +
++'Tis here!+ +MARCELLUS +
++'Tis gone!+ +BERNARDO +
+Exit Ghost
+We do it wrong, being so majestical,
+To offer it the show of violence;
+For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
+And our vain blows malicious mockery.
++It was about to speak, when the cock crew.+ +HORATIO +
++And then it started like a guilty thing+ +MARCELLUS +
+Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
+The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
+Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
+Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
+Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
+The extravagant and erring spirit hies
+To his confine: and of the truth herein
+This present object made probation.
++It faded on the crowing of the cock.+ +HORATIO +
+Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
+Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
+The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
+And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
+The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
+No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
+So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
++So have I heard and do in part believe it.+ +MARCELLUS +
+But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
+Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:
+Break we our watch up; and by my advice,
+Let us impart what we have seen to-night
+Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
+This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
+Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
+As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
++Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know+
+Where we shall find him most conveniently.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Next scene +SCENE II. A room of state in the castle. + + + + + + ++
+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 1, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE II. A room of state in the castle.
+ ++Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants ++ +KING CLAUDIUS ++Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death+ +CORNELIUS + +VOLTIMAND +
+The memory be green, and that it us befitted
+To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom
+To be contracted in one brow of woe,
+Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
+That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
+Together with remembrance of ourselves.
+Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
+The imperial jointress to this warlike state,
+Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,--
+With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
+With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
+In equal scale weighing delight and dole,--
+Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
+Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
+With this affair along. For all, our thanks.
+Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,
+Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
+Or thinking by our late dear brother's death
+Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
+Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,
+He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
+Importing the surrender of those lands
+Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,
+To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
+Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:
+Thus much the business is: we have here writ
+To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,--
+Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
+Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress
+His further gait herein; in that the levies,
+The lists and full proportions, are all made
+Out of his subject: and we here dispatch
+You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,
+For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;
+Giving to you no further personal power
+To business with the king, more than the scope
+Of these delated articles allow.
+Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.
++In that and all things will we show our duty.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.+ +LAERTES +
+Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS
+And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
+You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?
+You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
+And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
+That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
+The head is not more native to the heart,
+The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
+Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
+What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
++My dread lord,+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Your leave and favour to return to France;
+From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,
+To show my duty in your coronation,
+Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
+My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
+And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
++Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+By laboursome petition, and at last
+Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
+I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
++Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,+ +HAMLET +
+And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
+But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--
++[Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++How is it that the clouds still hang on you?+ +HAMLET +
++Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,+ +HAMLET +
+And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
+Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
+Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
+Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
+Passing through nature to eternity.
++Ay, madam, it is common.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++If it be,+ +HAMLET +
+Why seems it so particular with thee?
++Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
+Nor customary suits of solemn black,
+Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
+No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
+Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
+Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
+That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
+For they are actions that a man might play:
+But I have that within which passeth show;
+These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
++'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+To give these mourning duties to your father:
+But, you must know, your father lost a father;
+That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
+In filial obligation for some term
+To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
+In obstinate condolement is a course
+Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;
+It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
+A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
+An understanding simple and unschool'd:
+For what we know must be and is as common
+As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
+Why should we in our peevish opposition
+Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
+A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
+To reason most absurd: whose common theme
+Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
+From the first corse till he that died to-day,
+'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth
+This unprevailing woe, and think of us
+As of a father: for let the world take note,
+You are the most immediate to our throne;
+And with no less nobility of love
+Than that which dearest father bears his son,
+Do I impart toward you. For your intent
+In going back to school in Wittenberg,
+It is most retrograde to our desire:
+And we beseech you, bend you to remain
+Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
+Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
++Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:+ +HAMLET +
+I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.
++I shall in all my best obey you, madam.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:+ +HAMLET +
+Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
+This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet
+Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,
+No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,
+But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
+And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again,
+Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.
+Exeunt all but HAMLET
++O, that this too too solid flesh would melt+ +HORATIO +
+Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
+Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
+His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
+How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
+Seem to me all the uses of this world!
+Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
+That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
+Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
+But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
+So excellent a king; that was, to this,
+Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
+That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
+Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
+Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
+As if increase of appetite had grown
+By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--
+Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--
+A little month, or ere those shoes were old
+With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
+Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--
+O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
+Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,
+My father's brother, but no more like my father
+Than I to Hercules: within a month:
+Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
+Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
+She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
+With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
+It is not nor it cannot come to good:
+But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.
+Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO
++Hail to your lordship!+ +HAMLET +
++I am glad to see you well:+ +HORATIO +
+Horatio,--or I do forget myself.
++The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.+ +HAMLET +
++Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:+ +MARCELLUS +
+And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?
++My good lord--+ +HAMLET +
++I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.+ +HORATIO +
+But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
++A truant disposition, good my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++I would not hear your enemy say so,+ +HORATIO +
+Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
+To make it truster of your own report
+Against yourself: I know you are no truant.
+But what is your affair in Elsinore?
+We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
++My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.+ +HAMLET +
++I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;+ +HORATIO +
+I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
++Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.+ +HAMLET +
++Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats+ +HORATIO +
+Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
+Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
+Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
+My father!--methinks I see my father.
++Where, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++ In my mind's eye, Horatio.+ +HORATIO +
++I saw him once; he was a goodly king.+ +HAMLET +
++He was a man, take him for all in all,+ +HORATIO +
+I shall not look upon his like again.
++My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.+ +HAMLET +
++Saw? who?+ +HORATIO +
++My lord, the king your father.+ +HAMLET +
++The king my father!+ +HORATIO +
++Season your admiration for awhile+ +HAMLET +
+With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
+Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
+This marvel to you.
++For God's love, let me hear.+ +HORATIO +
++Two nights together had these gentlemen,+ +HAMLET +
+Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
+In the dead vast and middle of the night,
+Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
+Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
+Appears before them, and with solemn march
+Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd
+By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
+Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled
+Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
+Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
+In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
+And I with them the third night kept the watch;
+Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
+Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
+The apparition comes: I knew your father;
+These hands are not more like.
++But where was this?+ +MARCELLUS +
++My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.+ +HAMLET +
++Did you not speak to it?+ +HORATIO +
++My lord, I did;+ +HAMLET +
+But answer made it none: yet once methought
+It lifted up its head and did address
+Itself to motion, like as it would speak;
+But even then the morning cock crew loud,
+And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
+And vanish'd from our sight.
++'Tis very strange.+ +HORATIO +
++As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;+ +HAMLET +
+And we did think it writ down in our duty
+To let you know of it.
++Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.+ +MARCELLUS + +BERNARDO +
+Hold you the watch to-night?
++We do, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Arm'd, say you?+ +MARCELLUS + +BERNARDO +
++Arm'd, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++From top to toe?+ +MARCELLUS + +BERNARDO +
++My lord, from head to foot.+ +HAMLET +
++Then saw you not his face?+ +HORATIO +
++O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.+ +HAMLET +
++What, look'd he frowningly?+ +HORATIO +
++A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.+ +HAMLET +
++Pale or red?+ +HORATIO +
++Nay, very pale.+ +HAMLET +
++ And fix'd his eyes upon you?+ +HORATIO +
++Most constantly.+ +HAMLET +
++ I would I had been there.+ +HORATIO +
++It would have much amazed you.+ +HAMLET +
++Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?+ +HORATIO +
++While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.+ +MARCELLUS + +BERNARDO +
++Longer, longer.+ +HORATIO +
++Not when I saw't.+ +HAMLET +
++ His beard was grizzled--no?+ +HORATIO +
++It was, as I have seen it in his life,+ +HAMLET +
+A sable silver'd.
++ I will watch to-night;+ +HORATIO +
+Perchance 'twill walk again.
++I warrant it will.+ +HAMLET +
++If it assume my noble father's person,+ +All +
+I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
+And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
+If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
+Let it be tenable in your silence still;
+And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
+Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
+I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:
+Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
+I'll visit you.
++ Our duty to your honour.+ +HAMLET +
++Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.+
+Exeunt all but HAMLET
+My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
+I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
+Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,
+Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 1, Scene 3 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.
+ ++Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA ++ +LAERTES ++My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:+ +OPHELIA +
+And, sister, as the winds give benefit
+And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
+But let me hear from you.
++Do you doubt that?+ +LAERTES +
++For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,+ +OPHELIA +
+Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
+A violet in the youth of primy nature,
+Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
+The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
++ No more but so?+ +LAERTES +
++Think it no more;+ +OPHELIA +
+For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
+In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
+The inward service of the mind and soul
+Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
+And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
+The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
+His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
+For he himself is subject to his birth:
+He may not, as unvalued persons do,
+Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
+The safety and health of this whole state;
+And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
+Unto the voice and yielding of that body
+Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
+It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
+As he in his particular act and place
+May give his saying deed; which is no further
+Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
+Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
+If with too credent ear you list his songs,
+Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
+To his unmaster'd importunity.
+Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
+And keep you in the rear of your affection,
+Out of the shot and danger of desire.
+The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
+If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
+Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
+The canker galls the infants of the spring,
+Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
+And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
+Contagious blastments are most imminent.
+Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
+Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
++I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,+ +LAERTES +
+As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
+Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
+Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
+Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
+Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
+And recks not his own rede.
++O, fear me not.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+I stay too long: but here my father comes.
+Enter POLONIUS
+A double blessing is a double grace,
+Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
++Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!+ +LAERTES +
+The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
+And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
+And these few precepts in thy memory
+See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
+Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
+Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
+Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
+Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
+But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
+Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
+Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
+Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
+Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
+Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
+Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
+But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
+For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
+And they in France of the best rank and station
+Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
+Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
+For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
+And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
+This above all: to thine ownself be true,
+And it must follow, as the night the day,
+Thou canst not then be false to any man.
+Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
++Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++The time invites you; go; your servants tend.+ +LAERTES +
++Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well+ +OPHELIA +
+What I have said to you.
++'Tis in my memory lock'd,+ +LAERTES +
+And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
++Farewell.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Exit
++What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?+ +OPHELIA +
++So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Marry, well bethought:+ +OPHELIA +
+'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
+Given private time to you; and you yourself
+Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:
+If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,
+And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
+You do not understand yourself so clearly
+As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
+What is between you? give me up the truth.
++He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Of his affection to me.
++Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,+ +OPHELIA +
+Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
+Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
++I do not know, my lord, what I should think.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;+ +OPHELIA +
+That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
+Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
+Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
+Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.
++My lord, he hath importuned me with love+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+In honourable fashion.
++Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.+ +OPHELIA +
++And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
++Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,+ +OPHELIA +
+When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
+Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
+Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
+Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
+You must not take for fire. From this time
+Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
+Set your entreatments at a higher rate
+Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
+Believe so much in him, that he is young
+And with a larger tether may he walk
+Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
+Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
+Not of that dye which their investments show,
+But mere implorators of unholy suits,
+Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
+The better to beguile. This is for all:
+I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
+Have you so slander any moment leisure,
+As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
+Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.
++I shall obey, my lord.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 1, Scene 4 +
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+ ++Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS ++ +HAMLET ++The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.+ +HORATIO +
++It is a nipping and an eager air.+ +HAMLET +
++What hour now?+ +HORATIO +
++ I think it lacks of twelve.+ +HAMLET +
++No, it is struck.+ +HORATIO +
++Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season+ +HAMLET +
+Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
+A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within
+What does this mean, my lord?
++The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,+ +HORATIO +
+Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
+And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
+The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
+The triumph of his pledge.
++Is it a custom?+ +HAMLET +
++Ay, marry, is't:+ +HORATIO +
+But to my mind, though I am native here
+And to the manner born, it is a custom
+More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
+This heavy-headed revel east and west
+Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:
+They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
+Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
+From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
+The pith and marrow of our attribute.
+So, oft it chances in particular men,
+That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
+As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,
+Since nature cannot choose his origin--
+By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
+Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
+Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
+The form of plausive manners, that these men,
+Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
+Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--
+Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace,
+As infinite as man may undergo--
+Shall in the general censure take corruption
+From that particular fault: the dram of eale
+Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
+To his own scandal.
++Look, my lord, it comes!+ +HAMLET +
+Enter Ghost
++Angels and ministers of grace defend us!+ +HORATIO +
+Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
+Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
+Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
+Thou comest in such a questionable shape
+That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
+King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
+Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
+Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
+Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
+Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
+Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
+To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
+That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
+Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
+Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
+So horridly to shake our disposition
+With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
+Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
+Ghost beckons HAMLET
++It beckons you to go away with it,+ +MARCELLUS +
+As if it some impartment did desire
+To you alone.
++ Look, with what courteous action+ +HORATIO +
+It waves you to a more removed ground:
+But do not go with it.
++No, by no means.+ +HAMLET +
++It will not speak; then I will follow it.+ +HORATIO +
++Do not, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++ Why, what should be the fear?+ +HORATIO +
+I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
+And for my soul, what can it do to that,
+Being a thing immortal as itself?
+It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
++What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,+ +HAMLET +
+Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
+That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
+And there assume some other horrible form,
+Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
+And draw you into madness? think of it:
+The very place puts toys of desperation,
+Without more motive, into every brain
+That looks so many fathoms to the sea
+And hears it roar beneath.
++It waves me still.+ +MARCELLUS +
+Go on; I'll follow thee.
++You shall not go, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Hold off your hands.+ +HORATIO +
++Be ruled; you shall not go.+ +HAMLET +
++My fate cries out,+ +HORATIO +
+And makes each petty artery in this body
+As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
+Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
+By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
+I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.
+Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET
++He waxes desperate with imagination.+ +MARCELLUS +
++Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.+ +HORATIO +
++Have after. To what issue will this come?+ +MARCELLUS +
++Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.+ +HORATIO +
++Heaven will direct it.+ +MARCELLUS +
++Nay, let's follow him.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter GHOST and HAMLET ++ +HAMLET ++Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.+ +Ghost +
++Mark me.+ +HAMLET +
++ I will.+ +Ghost +
++ My hour is almost come,+ +HAMLET +
+When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
+Must render up myself.
++Alas, poor ghost!+ +Ghost +
++Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing+ +HAMLET +
+To what I shall unfold.
++Speak; I am bound to hear.+ +Ghost +
++ So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.+ +HAMLET +
++What?+ +Ghost +
++I am thy father's spirit,+ +HAMLET +
+Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
+And for the day confined to fast in fires,
+Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
+Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
+To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
+I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
+Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
+Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
+Thy knotted and combined locks to part
+And each particular hair to stand on end,
+Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
+But this eternal blazon must not be
+To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
+If thou didst ever thy dear father love--
++O God!+ +Ghost +
++Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.+ +HAMLET +
++Murder!+ +Ghost +
++Murder most foul, as in the best it is;+ +HAMLET +
+But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
++Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift+ +Ghost +
+As meditation or the thoughts of love,
+May sweep to my revenge.
++I find thee apt;+ +HAMLET +
+And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
+That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
+Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
+'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
+A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
+Is by a forged process of my death
+Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
+The serpent that did sting thy father's life
+Now wears his crown.
++O my prophetic soul! My uncle!+ +Ghost +
++Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,+ +HAMLET +
+With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
+O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
+So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
+The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
+O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
+From me, whose love was of that dignity
+That it went hand in hand even with the vow
+I made to her in marriage, and to decline
+Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
+To those of mine!
+But virtue, as it never will be moved,
+Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
+So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
+Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
+And prey on garbage.
+But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
+Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
+My custom always of the afternoon,
+Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
+With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
+And in the porches of my ears did pour
+The leperous distilment; whose effect
+Holds such an enmity with blood of man
+That swift as quicksilver it courses through
+The natural gates and alleys of the body,
+And with a sudden vigour doth posset
+And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
+The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
+And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
+Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
+All my smooth body.
+Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
+Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
+Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
+Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
+No reckoning made, but sent to my account
+With all my imperfections on my head:
+O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
+If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
+Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
+A couch for luxury and damned incest.
+But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
+Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
+Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
+And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
+To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
+The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
+And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
+Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
+Exit
++O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?+ +MARCELLUS + +HORATIO +
+And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
+And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
+But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
+Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
+In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
+Yea, from the table of my memory
+I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
+All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
+That youth and observation copied there;
+And thy commandment all alone shall live
+Within the book and volume of my brain,
+Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
+O most pernicious woman!
+O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
+My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
+That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
+At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:
+Writing
+So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
+It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
+I have sworn 't.
++[Within] My lord, my lord,--+ +MARCELLUS +
++[Within] Lord Hamlet,--+ +HORATIO +
++[Within] Heaven secure him!+ +HAMLET +
++So be it!+ +HORATIO +
++[Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!+ +HAMLET +
++Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.+ +MARCELLUS +
+Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS
++How is't, my noble lord?+ +HORATIO +
++What news, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++O, wonderful!+ +HORATIO +
++ Good my lord, tell it.+ +HAMLET +
++No; you'll reveal it.+ +HORATIO +
++Not I, my lord, by heaven.+ +MARCELLUS +
++Nor I, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?+ +HORATIO + +MARCELLUS +
+But you'll be secret?
++Ay, by heaven, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark+ +HORATIO +
+But he's an arrant knave.
++There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave+ +HAMLET +
+To tell us this.
++ Why, right; you are i' the right;+ +HORATIO +
+And so, without more circumstance at all,
+I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
+You, as your business and desire shall point you;
+For every man has business and desire,
+Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
+Look you, I'll go pray.
++These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;+ +HORATIO +
+Yes, 'faith heartily.
++There's no offence, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,+ +HORATIO +
+And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
+It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
+For your desire to know what is between us,
+O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
+As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
+Give me one poor request.
++What is't, my lord? we will.+ +HAMLET +
++Never make known what you have seen to-night.+ +HORATIO + +MARCELLUS +
++My lord, we will not.+ +HAMLET +
++Nay, but swear't.+ +HORATIO +
++In faith,+ +MARCELLUS +
+My lord, not I.
++ Nor I, my lord, in faith.+ +HAMLET +
++Upon my sword.+ +MARCELLUS +
++ We have sworn, my lord, already.+ +HAMLET +
++Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.+ +Ghost +
++[Beneath] Swear.+ +HAMLET +
++Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,+ +HORATIO +
+truepenny?
+Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--
+Consent to swear.
++ Propose the oath, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Never to speak of this that you have seen,+ +Ghost +
+Swear by my sword.
++[Beneath] Swear.+ +HAMLET +
++Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.+ +Ghost +
+Come hither, gentlemen,
+And lay your hands again upon my sword:
+Never to speak of this that you have heard,
+Swear by my sword.
++[Beneath] Swear.+ +HAMLET +
++Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?+ +HORATIO +
+A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
++O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!+ +HAMLET +
++And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.+ +Ghost +
+There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
+Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
+Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
+How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
+As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
+To put an antic disposition on,
+That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
+With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
+Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
+As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
+Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'
+Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
+That you know aught of me: this not to do,
+So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
++[Beneath] Swear.+ +HAMLET +
++Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
+They swear
+So, gentlemen,
+With all my love I do commend me to you:
+And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
+May do, to express his love and friending to you,
+God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
+And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
+The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
+That ever I was born to set it right!
+Nay, come, let's go together.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO ++ +LORD POLONIUS ++Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.+ +REYNALDO +
++I will, my lord.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,+ +REYNALDO +
+Before you visit him, to make inquire
+Of his behavior.
++ My lord, I did intend it.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir,+ +REYNALDO +
+Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
+And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
+What company, at what expense; and finding
+By this encompassment and drift of question
+That they do know my son, come you more nearer
+Than your particular demands will touch it:
+Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him;
+As thus, 'I know his father and his friends,
+And in part him: ' do you mark this, Reynaldo?
++Ay, very well, my lord.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++'And in part him; but' you may say 'not well:+ +REYNALDO +
+But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild;
+Addicted so and so:' and there put on him
+What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
+As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
+But, sir, such wanton, wild and usual slips
+As are companions noted and most known
+To youth and liberty.
++As gaming, my lord.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling,+ +REYNALDO +
+Drabbing: you may go so far.
++My lord, that would dishonour him.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++'Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge+ +REYNALDO +
+You must not put another scandal on him,
+That he is open to incontinency;
+That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly
+That they may seem the taints of liberty,
+The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
+A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
+Of general assault.
++But, my good lord,--+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Wherefore should you do this?+ +REYNALDO +
++Ay, my lord,+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+I would know that.
++ Marry, sir, here's my drift;+ +REYNALDO +
+And I believe, it is a fetch of wit:
+You laying these slight sullies on my son,
+As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the working, Mark you,
+Your party in converse, him you would sound,
+Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes
+The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured
+He closes with you in this consequence;
+'Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman,'
+According to the phrase or the addition
+Of man and country.
++Very good, my lord.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++And then, sir, does he this--he does--what was I+ +REYNALDO +
+about to say? By the mass, I was about to say
+something: where did I leave?
++At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,'+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+and 'gentleman.'
++At 'closes in the consequence,' ay, marry;+ +REYNALDO +
+He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman;
+I saw him yesterday, or t' other day,
+Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say,
+There was a' gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse;
+There falling out at tennis:' or perchance,
+'I saw him enter such a house of sale,'
+Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth.
+See you now;
+Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth:
+And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
+With windlasses and with assays of bias,
+By indirections find directions out:
+So by my former lecture and advice,
+Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?
++My lord, I have.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++ God be wi' you; fare you well.+ +REYNALDO +
++Good my lord!+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Observe his inclination in yourself.+ +REYNALDO +
++I shall, my lord.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++And let him ply his music.+ +REYNALDO +
++Well, my lord.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Farewell!+ +OPHELIA +
+Exit REYNALDO
+Enter OPHELIA
+How now, Ophelia! what's the matter?
++O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++With what, i' the name of God?+ +OPHELIA +
++My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced;
+No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd,
+Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;
+Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
+And with a look so piteous in purport
+As if he had been loosed out of hell
+To speak of horrors,--he comes before me.
++Mad for thy love?+ +OPHELIA +
++ My lord, I do not know;+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+But truly, I do fear it.
++What said he?+ +OPHELIA +
++He took me by the wrist and held me hard;+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Then goes he to the length of all his arm;
+And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
+He falls to such perusal of my face
+As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so;
+At last, a little shaking of mine arm
+And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
+He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
+As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
+And end his being: that done, he lets me go:
+And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,
+He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;
+For out o' doors he went without their helps,
+And, to the last, bended their light on me.
++Come, go with me: I will go seek the king.+ +OPHELIA +
+This is the very ecstasy of love,
+Whose violent property fordoes itself
+And leads the will to desperate undertakings
+As oft as any passion under heaven
+That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.
+What, have you given him any hard words of late?
++No, my good lord, but, as you did command,+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+I did repel his fetters and denied
+His access to me.
++ That hath made him mad.+
+I am sorry that with better heed and judgment
+I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle,
+And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy!
+By heaven, it is as proper to our age
+To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
+As it is common for the younger sort
+To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king:
+This must be known; which, being kept close, might
+move
+More grief to hide than hate to utter love.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 2, Scene 2 +
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+ ++Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants ++ +KING CLAUDIUS ++Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern!+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Moreover that we much did long to see you,
+The need we have to use you did provoke
+Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
+Of Hamlet's transformation; so call it,
+Sith nor the exterior nor the inward man
+Resembles that it was. What it should be,
+More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
+So much from the understanding of himself,
+I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,
+That, being of so young days brought up with him,
+And sith so neighbour'd to his youth and havior,
+That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
+Some little time: so by your companies
+To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather,
+So much as from occasion you may glean,
+Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus,
+That, open'd, lies within our remedy.
++Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you;+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+And sure I am two men there are not living
+To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
+To show us so much gentry and good will
+As to expend your time with us awhile,
+For the supply and profit of our hope,
+Your visitation shall receive such thanks
+As fits a king's remembrance.
++Both your majesties+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
+Put your dread pleasures more into command
+Than to entreaty.
++ But we both obey,+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+And here give up ourselves, in the full bent
+To lay our service freely at your feet,
+To be commanded.
++Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz:+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+And I beseech you instantly to visit
+My too much changed son. Go, some of you,
+And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
++Heavens make our presence and our practises+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Pleasant and helpful to him!
++Ay, amen!+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and some Attendants
+Enter POLONIUS
++The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Are joyfully return'd.
++Thou still hast been the father of good news.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege,+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,
+Both to my God and to my gracious king:
+And I do think, or else this brain of mine
+Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
+As it hath used to do, that I have found
+The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
++O, speak of that; that do I long to hear.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Give first admittance to the ambassadors;+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
++Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Exit POLONIUS
+He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found
+The head and source of all your son's distemper.
++I doubt it is no other but the main;+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.
++Well, we shall sift him.+ +VOLTIMAND +
+Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS
+Welcome, my good friends!
+Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?
++Most fair return of greetings and desires.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
+His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd
+To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;
+But, better look'd into, he truly found
+It was against your highness: whereat grieved,
+That so his sickness, age and impotence
+Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
+On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys;
+Receives rebuke from Norway, and in fine
+Makes vow before his uncle never more
+To give the assay of arms against your majesty.
+Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
+Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee,
+And his commission to employ those soldiers,
+So levied as before, against the Polack:
+With an entreaty, herein further shown,
+Giving a paper
+That it might please you to give quiet pass
+Through your dominions for this enterprise,
+On such regards of safety and allowance
+As therein are set down.
++It likes us well;+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+And at our more consider'd time well read,
+Answer, and think upon this business.
+Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour:
+Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together:
+Most welcome home!
+Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS
++ This business is well ended.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+My liege, and madam, to expostulate
+What majesty should be, what duty is,
+Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
+Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
+Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
+And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
+I will be brief: your noble son is mad:
+Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,
+What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
+But let that go.
++ More matter, with less art.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Madam, I swear I use no art at all.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;
+And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure;
+But farewell it, for I will use no art.
+Mad let us grant him, then: and now remains
+That we find out the cause of this effect,
+Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
+For this effect defective comes by cause:
+Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend.
+I have a daughter--have while she is mine--
+Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,
+Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise.
+Reads
+'To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most
+beautified Ophelia,'--
+That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is
+a vile phrase: but you shall hear. Thus:
+Reads
+'In her excellent white bosom, these, & c.'
++Came this from Hamlet to her?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Reads
+'Doubt thou the stars are fire;
+Doubt that the sun doth move;
+Doubt truth to be a liar;
+But never doubt I love.
+'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers;
+I have not art to reckon my groans: but that
+I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.
+'Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst
+this machine is to him, HAMLET.'
+This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me,
+And more above, hath his solicitings,
+As they fell out by time, by means and place,
+All given to mine ear.
++But how hath she+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Received his love?
++ What do you think of me?+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++As of a man faithful and honourable.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++I would fain prove so. But what might you think,+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+When I had seen this hot love on the wing--
+As I perceived it, I must tell you that,
+Before my daughter told me--what might you,
+Or my dear majesty your queen here, think,
+If I had play'd the desk or table-book,
+Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,
+Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;
+What might you think? No, I went round to work,
+And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:
+'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star;
+This must not be:' and then I precepts gave her,
+That she should lock herself from his resort,
+Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
+Which done, she took the fruits of my advice;
+And he, repulsed--a short tale to make--
+Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
+Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,
+Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,
+Into the madness wherein now he raves,
+And all we mourn for.
++Do you think 'tis this?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++It may be, very likely.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Hath there been such a time--I'd fain know that--+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+That I have positively said 'Tis so,'
+When it proved otherwise?
++Not that I know.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++[Pointing to his head and shoulder]+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Take this from this, if this be otherwise:
+If circumstances lead me, I will find
+Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
+Within the centre.
++ How may we try it further?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++You know, sometimes he walks four hours together+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Here in the lobby.
++ So he does indeed.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Be you and I behind an arras then;
+Mark the encounter: if he love her not
+And be not from his reason fall'n thereon,
+Let me be no assistant for a state,
+But keep a farm and carters.
++We will try it.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Away, I do beseech you, both away:+ +HAMLET +
+I'll board him presently.
+Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, and Attendants
+Enter HAMLET, reading
+O, give me leave:
+How does my good Lord Hamlet?
++Well, God-a-mercy.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Do you know me, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Not I, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Then I would you were so honest a man.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Honest, my lord!+ +HAMLET +
++Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+one man picked out of ten thousand.
++That's very true, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+god kissing carrion,--Have you a daughter?
++I have, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+blessing: but not as your daughter may conceive.
+Friend, look to 't.
++[Aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my+ +HAMLET +
+daughter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I
+was a fishmonger: he is far gone, far gone: and
+truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for
+love; very near this. I'll speak to him again.
+What do you read, my lord?
++Words, words, words.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++What is the matter, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Between who?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
+wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
+plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of
+wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
+though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
+I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
+yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
+you could go backward.
++[Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is method+ +HAMLET +
+in 't. Will you walk out of the air, my lord?
++Into my grave.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Indeed, that is out o' the air.+ +HAMLET +
+Aside
+How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness
+that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity
+could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will
+leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of
+meeting between him and my daughter.--My honourable
+lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.
++You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+more willingly part withal: except my life, except
+my life, except my life.
++Fare you well, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++These tedious old fools!+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
++You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++[To POLONIUS] God save you, sir!+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+Exit POLONIUS
++My honoured lord!+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++My most dear lord!+ +HAMLET +
++My excellent good friends! How dost thou,+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
++As the indifferent children of the earth.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++Happy, in that we are not over-happy;+ +HAMLET +
+On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
++Nor the soles of her shoe?+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Neither, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+her favours?
++'Faith, her privates we.+ +HAMLET +
++In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+is a strumpet. What's the news?
++None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.+ +HAMLET +
++Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+Let me question more in particular: what have you,
+my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune,
+that she sends you to prison hither?
++Prison, my lord!+ +HAMLET +
++Denmark's a prison.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Then is the world one.+ +HAMLET +
++A goodly one; in which there are many confines,+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.
++We think not so, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me
+it is a prison.
++Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too+ +HAMLET +
+narrow for your mind.
++O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I
+have bad dreams.
++Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very+ +HAMLET +
+substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
++A dream itself is but a shadow.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a+ +HAMLET +
+quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
++Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and+ +ROSENCRANTZ + +GUILDENSTERN +
+outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we
+to the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason.
++We'll wait upon you.+ +HAMLET +
++No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+of my servants, for, to speak to you like an honest
+man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in the
+beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?
++To visit you, my lord; no other occasion.+ +HAMLET +
++Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are
+too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it
+your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come,
+deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak.
++What should we say, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks
+which your modesties have not craft enough to colour:
+I know the good king and queen have sent for you.
++To what end, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
+our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved
+love, and by what more dear a better proposer could
+charge you withal, be even and direct with me,
+whether you were sent for, or no?
++[Aside to GUILDENSTERN] What say you?+ +HAMLET +
++[Aside] Nay, then, I have an eye of you.--If you+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+love me, hold not off.
++My lord, we were sent for.+ +HAMLET +
++I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king
+and queen moult no feather. I have of late--but
+wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
+custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
+with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
+earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
+excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
+o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
+with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
+me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
+What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
+how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
+express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
+in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
+world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
+what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
+me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
+you seem to say so.
++My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.+ +HAMLET +
++Why did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not me'?+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what+ +HAMLET +
+lenten entertainment the players shall receive from
+you: we coted them on the way; and hither are they
+coming, to offer you service.
++He that plays the king shall be welcome; his majesty+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight
+shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not
+sigh gratis; the humourous man shall end his part
+in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
+lungs are tickled o' the sere; and the lady shall
+say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt
+for't. What players are they?
++Even those you were wont to take delight in, the+ +HAMLET +
+tragedians of the city.
++How chances it they travel? their residence, both+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+in reputation and profit, was better both ways.
++I think their inhibition comes by the means of the+ +HAMLET +
+late innovation.
++Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+in the city? are they so followed?
++No, indeed, are they not.+ +HAMLET +
++How comes it? do they grow rusty?+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but+ +HAMLET +
+there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases,
+that cry out on the top of question, and are most
+tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the
+fashion, and so berattle the common stages--so they
+call them--that many wearing rapiers are afraid of
+goose-quills and dare scarce come thither.
++What, are they children? who maintains 'em? how are+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no
+longer than they can sing? will they not say
+afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common
+players--as it is most like, if their means are no
+better--their writers do them wrong, to make them
+exclaim against their own succession?
++'Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and+ +HAMLET +
+the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to
+controversy: there was, for a while, no money bid
+for argument, unless the poet and the player went to
+cuffs in the question.
++Is't possible?+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++O, there has been much throwing about of brains.+ +HAMLET +
++Do the boys carry it away?+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too.+ +HAMLET +
++It is not very strange; for mine uncle is king of+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while
+my father lived, give twenty, forty, fifty, an
+hundred ducats a-piece for his picture in little.
+'Sblood, there is something in this more than
+natural, if philosophy could find it out.
+Flourish of trumpets within
++There are the players.+ +HAMLET +
++Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands,+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion
+and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb,
+lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you,
+must show fairly outward, should more appear like
+entertainment than yours. You are welcome: but my
+uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.
++In what, my dear lord?+ +HAMLET +
++I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
+Enter POLONIUS
++Well be with you, gentlemen!+ +HAMLET +
++Hark you, Guildenstern; and you too: at each ear a+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet
+out of his swaddling-clouts.
++Happily he's the second time come to them; for they+ +HAMLET +
+say an old man is twice a child.
++I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players;+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+mark it. You say right, sir: o' Monday morning;
+'twas so indeed.
++My lord, I have news to tell you.+ +HAMLET +
++My lord, I have news to tell you.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+When Roscius was an actor in Rome,--
++The actors are come hither, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Buz, buz!+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Upon mine honour,--+ +HAMLET +
++Then came each actor on his ass,--+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++The best actors in the world, either for tragedy,+ +HAMLET +
+comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical,
+historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-
+comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or
+poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor
+Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the
+liberty, these are the only men.
++O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++What a treasure had he, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Why,+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+'One fair daughter and no more,
+The which he loved passing well.'
++[Aside] Still on my daughter.+ +HAMLET +
++Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter+ +HAMLET +
+that I love passing well.
++Nay, that follows not.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++What follows, then, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Why,+ +First Player +
+'As by lot, God wot,'
+and then, you know,
+'It came to pass, as most like it was,'--
+the first row of the pious chanson will show you
+more; for look, where my abridgement comes.
+Enter four or five Players
+You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad
+to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. O, my old
+friend! thy face is valenced since I saw thee last:
+comest thou to beard me in Denmark? What, my young
+lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is
+nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the
+altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like
+apiece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the
+ring. Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en
+to't like French falconers, fly at any thing we see:
+we'll have a speech straight: come, give us a taste
+of your quality; come, a passionate speech.
++What speech, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+never acted; or, if it was, not above once; for the
+play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas
+caviare to the general: but it was--as I received
+it, and others, whose judgments in such matters
+cried in the top of mine--an excellent play, well
+digested in the scenes, set down with as much
+modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there
+were no sallets in the lines to make the matter
+savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might
+indict the author of affectation; but called it an
+honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very
+much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I
+chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido; and
+thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of
+Priam's slaughter: if it live in your memory, begin
+at this line: let me see, let me see--
+'The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,'--
+it is not so:--it begins with Pyrrhus:--
+'The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
+Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
+When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
+Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
+With heraldry more dismal; head to foot
+Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd
+With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
+Baked and impasted with the parching streets,
+That lend a tyrannous and damned light
+To their lord's murder: roasted in wrath and fire,
+And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
+With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
+Old grandsire Priam seeks.'
+So, proceed you.
++'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and+ +First Player +
+good discretion.
++'Anon he finds him+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword,
+Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
+Repugnant to command: unequal match'd,
+Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide;
+But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
+The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
+Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
+Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
+Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword,
+Which was declining on the milky head
+Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick:
+So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
+And like a neutral to his will and matter,
+Did nothing.
+But, as we often see, against some storm,
+A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
+The bold winds speechless and the orb below
+As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
+Doth rend the region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
+Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work;
+And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
+On Mars's armour forged for proof eterne
+With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
+Now falls on Priam.
+Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods,
+In general synod 'take away her power;
+Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
+And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
+As low as to the fiends!'
++This is too long.+ +HAMLET +
++It shall to the barber's, with your beard. Prithee,+ +First Player +
+say on: he's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he
+sleeps: say on: come to Hecuba.
++'But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen--'+ +HAMLET +
++'The mobled queen?'+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++That's good; 'mobled queen' is good.+ +First Player +
++'Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
+Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
+About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,
+A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;
+Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
+'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have
+pronounced:
+But if the gods themselves did see her then
+When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
+In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
+The instant burst of clamour that she made,
+Unless things mortal move them not at all,
+Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven,
+And passion in the gods.'
++Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has+ +HAMLET +
+tears in's eyes. Pray you, no more.
++'Tis well: I'll have thee speak out the rest soon.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Good my lord, will you see the players well
+bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for
+they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the
+time: after your death you were better have a bad
+epitaph than their ill report while you live.
++My lord, I will use them according to their desert.+ +HAMLET +
++God's bodykins, man, much better: use every man+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
+Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less
+they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.
+Take them in.
++Come, sirs.+ +HAMLET +
++Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow.+ +First Player +
+Exit POLONIUS with all the Players but the First
+Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the
+Murder of Gonzago?
++Ay, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need,+ +First Player +
+study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which
+I would set down and insert in't, could you not?
++Ay, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+not.
+Exit First Player
+My good friends, I'll leave you till night: you are
+welcome to Elsinore.
++Good my lord!+ +HAMLET +
++Ay, so, God be wi' ye;
+Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
+Now I am alone.
+O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
+Is it not monstrous that this player here,
+But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
+Could force his soul so to his own conceit
+That from her working all his visage wann'd,
+Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
+A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
+With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
+For Hecuba!
+What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
+That he should weep for her? What would he do,
+Had he the motive and the cue for passion
+That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
+And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
+Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
+Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
+The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,
+A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
+Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
+And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
+Upon whose property and most dear life
+A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
+Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
+Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
+Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,
+As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?
+Ha!
+'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
+But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
+To make oppression bitter, or ere this
+I should have fatted all the region kites
+With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
+Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
+O, vengeance!
+Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
+That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
+Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
+Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
+And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
+A scullion!
+Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard
+That guilty creatures sitting at a play
+Have by the very cunning of the scene
+Been struck so to the soul that presently
+They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
+For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
+With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
+Play something like the murder of my father
+Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;
+I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench,
+I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
+May be the devil: and the devil hath power
+To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
+Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
+As he is very potent with such spirits,
+Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds
+More relative than this: the play 's the thing
+Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
+Exit
++
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+ ++Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN ++ +KING CLAUDIUS ++And can you, by no drift of circumstance,+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
+Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
+With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
++He does confess he feels himself distracted;+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+But from what cause he will by no means speak.
++Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,
+When we would bring him on to some confession
+Of his true state.
++ Did he receive you well?+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Most like a gentleman.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++But with much forcing of his disposition.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Niggard of question; but, of our demands,+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Most free in his reply.
++Did you assay him?+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+To any pastime?
++Madam, it so fell out, that certain players+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him;
+And there did seem in him a kind of joy
+To hear of it: they are about the court,
+And, as I think, they have already order
+This night to play before him.
++'Tis most true:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties
+To hear and see the matter.
++With all my heart; and it doth much content me+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+To hear him so inclined.
+Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
+And drive his purpose on to these delights.
++We shall, my lord.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
++ Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
+That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
+Affront Ophelia:
+Her father and myself, lawful espials,
+Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing, unseen,
+We may of their encounter frankly judge,
+And gather by him, as he is behaved,
+If 't be the affliction of his love or no
+That thus he suffers for.
++I shall obey you.+ +OPHELIA +
+And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
+That your good beauties be the happy cause
+Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues
+Will bring him to his wonted way again,
+To both your honours.
++Madam, I wish it may.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Exit QUEEN GERTRUDE
++Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+We will bestow ourselves.
+To OPHELIA
+Read on this book;
+That show of such an exercise may colour
+Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,--
+'Tis too much proved--that with devotion's visage
+And pious action we do sugar o'er
+The devil himself.
++[Aside] O, 'tis too true!+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
+The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
+Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
+Than is my deed to my most painted word:
+O heavy burthen!
++I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
+Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS
+Enter HAMLET
++To be, or not to be: that is the question:+ +OPHELIA +
+Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
+The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
+Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
+And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
+No more; and by a sleep to say we end
+The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
+That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
+Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
+To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
+For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
+When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
+Must give us pause: there's the respect
+That makes calamity of so long life;
+For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
+The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
+The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
+The insolence of office and the spurns
+That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
+When he himself might his quietus make
+With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
+To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
+But that the dread of something after death,
+The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
+No traveller returns, puzzles the will
+And makes us rather bear those ills we have
+Than fly to others that we know not of?
+Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
+And thus the native hue of resolution
+Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
+And enterprises of great pith and moment
+With this regard their currents turn awry,
+And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
+The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
+Be all my sins remember'd.
++Good my lord,+ +HAMLET +
+How does your honour for this many a day?
++I humbly thank you; well, well, well.+ +OPHELIA +
++My lord, I have remembrances of yours,+ +HAMLET +
+That I have longed long to re-deliver;
+I pray you, now receive them.
++No, not I;+ +OPHELIA +
+I never gave you aught.
++My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;+ +HAMLET +
+And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
+As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
+Take these again; for to the noble mind
+Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
+There, my lord.
++Ha, ha! are you honest?+ +OPHELIA +
++My lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Are you fair?+ +OPHELIA +
++What means your lordship?+ +HAMLET +
++That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should+ +OPHELIA +
+admit no discourse to your beauty.
++Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than+ +HAMLET +
+with honesty?
++Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner+ +OPHELIA +
+transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
+force of honesty can translate beauty into his
+likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
+time gives it proof. I did love you once.
++Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.+ +HAMLET +
++You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot+ +OPHELIA +
+so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
+it: I loved you not.
++I was the more deceived.+ +HAMLET +
++Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a+ +OPHELIA +
+breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
+but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
+were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
+proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
+my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
+imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
+in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
+between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
+all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
+Where's your father?
++At home, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the+ +OPHELIA +
+fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.
++O, help him, you sweet heavens!+ +HAMLET +
++If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for+ +OPHELIA +
+thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
+snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
+nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
+marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
+what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
+and quickly too. Farewell.
++O heavenly powers, restore him!+ +HAMLET +
++I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God+ +OPHELIA +
+has given you one face, and you make yourselves
+another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
+nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
+your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
+made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
+those that are married already, all but one, shall
+live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
+nunnery, go.
+Exit
++O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
+The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
+The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
+The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
+And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
+That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
+Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
+Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
+That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
+Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
+To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
+Re-enter KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS
++Love! his affections do not that way tend;+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
+Was not like madness. There's something in his soul,
+O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;
+And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
+Will be some danger: which for to prevent,
+I have in quick determination
+Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England,
+For the demand of our neglected tribute
+Haply the seas and countries different
+With variable objects shall expel
+This something-settled matter in his heart,
+Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
+From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
++It shall do well: but yet do I believe+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+The origin and commencement of his grief
+Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia!
+You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said;
+We heard it all. My lord, do as you please;
+But, if you hold it fit, after the play
+Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
+To show his grief: let her be round with him;
+And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear
+Of all their conference. If she find him not,
+To England send him, or confine him where
+Your wisdom best shall think.
++It shall be so:+
+Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter HAMLET and Players ++ +HAMLET ++Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to+ +First Player +
+you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,
+as many of your players do, I had as lief the
+town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
+too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
+for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
+the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget
+a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it
+offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
+periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
+very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who
+for the most part are capable of nothing but
+inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such
+a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it
+out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
++I warrant your honour.+ +HAMLET +
++Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion+ +First Player +
+be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the
+word to the action; with this special o'erstep not
+the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is
+from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the
+first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the
+mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature,
+scorn her own image, and the very age and body of
+the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone,
+or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful
+laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the
+censure of the which one must in your allowance
+o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be
+players that I have seen play, and heard others
+praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely,
+that, neither having the accent of Christians nor
+the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so
+strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of
+nature's journeymen had made men and not made them
+well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
++I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us,+ +HAMLET +
+sir.
++O, reform it altogether. And let those that play+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+your clowns speak no more than is set down for them;
+for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to
+set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh
+too; though, in the mean time, some necessary
+question of the play be then to be considered:
+that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition
+in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready.
+Exeunt Players
+Enter POLONIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN
+How now, my lord! I will the king hear this piece of work?
++And the queen too, and that presently.+ +HAMLET +
++Bid the players make haste.+ +ROSENCRANTZ + +GUILDENSTERN +
+Exit POLONIUS
+Will you two help to hasten them?
++We will, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
+Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
++What ho! Horatio!+ +HORATIO +
+Enter HORATIO
++Here, sweet lord, at your service.+ +HAMLET +
++Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man+ +HORATIO +
+As e'er my conversation coped withal.
++O, my dear lord,--+ +HAMLET +
++ Nay, do not think I flatter;+ +HORATIO +
+For what advancement may I hope from thee
+That no revenue hast but thy good spirits,
+To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd?
+No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
+And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
+Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
+Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
+And could of men distinguish, her election
+Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been
+As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,
+A man that fortune's buffets and rewards
+Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those
+Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
+That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger
+To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
+That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
+In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
+As I do thee.--Something too much of this.--
+There is a play to-night before the king;
+One scene of it comes near the circumstance
+Which I have told thee of my father's death:
+I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
+Even with the very comment of thy soul
+Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt
+Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
+It is a damned ghost that we have seen,
+And my imaginations are as foul
+As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
+For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
+And after we will both our judgments join
+In censure of his seeming.
++Well, my lord:+ +HAMLET +
+If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
+And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
++They are coming to the play; I must be idle:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Get you a place.
+Danish march. A flourish. Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others
++How fares our cousin Hamlet?+ +HAMLET +
++Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
++I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words+ +HAMLET +
+are not mine.
++No, nor mine now.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+To POLONIUS
+My lord, you played once i' the university, you say?
++That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.+ +HAMLET +
++What did you enact?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i' the+ +HAMLET +
+Capitol; Brutus killed me.
++It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+there. Be the players ready?
++Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.+ +HAMLET +
++No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++[To KING CLAUDIUS] O, ho! do you mark that?+ +HAMLET +
++Lady, shall I lie in your lap?+ +OPHELIA +
+Lying down at OPHELIA's feet
++No, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++I mean, my head upon your lap?+ +OPHELIA +
++Ay, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Do you think I meant country matters?+ +OPHELIA +
++I think nothing, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.+ +OPHELIA +
++What is, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Nothing.+ +OPHELIA +
++You are merry, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Who, I?+ +OPHELIA +
++Ay, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do+ +OPHELIA +
+but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my
+mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.
++Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for+ +OPHELIA +
+I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two
+months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's
+hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half
+a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches,
+then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with
+the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is 'For, O, for, O,
+the hobby-horse is forgot.'
+Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters
+Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers: she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. The Poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts: she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love
+Exeunt
++What means this, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.+ +OPHELIA +
++Belike this show imports the argument of the play.+ +HAMLET +
+Enter Prologue
++We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot+ +OPHELIA +
+keep counsel; they'll tell all.
++Will he tell us what this show meant?+ +HAMLET +
++Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you+ +OPHELIA +
+ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.
++You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play.+ +Prologue +
++ For us, and for our tragedy,+ +HAMLET +
+Here stooping to your clemency,
+We beg your hearing patiently.
+Exit
++Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?+ +OPHELIA +
++'Tis brief, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++As woman's love.+ +Player King +
+Enter two Players, King and Queen
++ Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round+ +Player Queen +
+Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,
+And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen
+About the world have times twelve thirties been,
+Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands
+Unite commutual in most sacred bands.
++ So many journeys may the sun and moon+ +Player King +
+Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
+But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,
+So far from cheer and from your former state,
+That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
+Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:
+For women's fear and love holds quantity;
+In neither aught, or in extremity.
+Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know;
+And as my love is sized, my fear is so:
+Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
+Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
++'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;+ +Player Queen +
+My operant powers their functions leave to do:
+And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
+Honour'd, beloved; and haply one as kind
+For husband shalt thou--
++O, confound the rest!+ +HAMLET +
+Such love must needs be treason in my breast:
+In second husband let me be accurst!
+None wed the second but who kill'd the first.
++[Aside] Wormwood, wormwood.+ +Player Queen +
++ The instances that second marriage move+ +Player King +
+Are base respects of thrift, but none of love:
+A second time I kill my husband dead,
+When second husband kisses me in bed.
++ I do believe you think what now you speak;+ +Player Queen +
+But what we do determine oft we break.
+Purpose is but the slave to memory,
+Of violent birth, but poor validity;
+Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
+But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
+Most necessary 'tis that we forget
+To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
+What to ourselves in passion we propose,
+The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
+The violence of either grief or joy
+Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
+Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
+Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
+This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
+That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
+For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
+Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
+The great man down, you mark his favourite flies;
+The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.
+And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;
+For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
+And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
+Directly seasons him his enemy.
+But, orderly to end where I begun,
+Our wills and fates do so contrary run
+That our devices still are overthrown;
+Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own:
+So think thou wilt no second husband wed;
+But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
++ Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light!+ +HAMLET +
+Sport and repose lock from me day and night!
+To desperation turn my trust and hope!
+An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!
+Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
+Meet what I would have well and it destroy!
+Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
+If, once a widow, ever I be wife!
++If she should break it now!+ +Player King +
++'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;+ +Player Queen +
+My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
+The tedious day with sleep.
+Sleeps
++Sleep rock thy brain,+ +HAMLET +
+And never come mischance between us twain!
+Exit
++Madam, how like you this play?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++The lady protests too much, methinks.+ +HAMLET +
++O, but she'll keep her word.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in 't?+ +HAMLET +
++No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+i' the world.
++What do you call the play?+ +HAMLET +
++The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play+ +OPHELIA +
+is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is
+the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see
+anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o'
+that? your majesty and we that have free souls, it
+touches us not: let the galled jade wince, our
+withers are unwrung.
+Enter LUCIANUS
+This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.
++You are as good as a chorus, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++I could interpret between you and your love, if I+ +OPHELIA +
+could see the puppets dallying.
++You are keen, my lord, you are keen.+ +HAMLET +
++It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.+ +OPHELIA +
++Still better, and worse.+ +HAMLET +
++So you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer;+ +LUCIANUS +
+pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come:
+'the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.'
++ Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;+ +HAMLET +
+Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
+Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
+With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
+Thy natural magic and dire property,
+On wholesome life usurp immediately.
+Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears
++He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His+ +OPHELIA +
+name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in
+choice Italian: you shall see anon how the murderer
+gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
++The king rises.+ +HAMLET +
++What, frighted with false fire!+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++How fares my lord?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Give o'er the play.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Give me some light: away!+ +All +
++Lights, lights, lights!+ +HAMLET +
+Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO
++ Why, let the stricken deer go weep,+ +HORATIO +
+The hart ungalled play;
+For some must watch, while some must sleep:
+So runs the world away.
+Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if
+the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two
+Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
+fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
++Half a share.+ +HAMLET +
++A whole one, I.+ +HORATIO +
+For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
+This realm dismantled was
+Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
+A very, very--pajock.
++You might have rhymed.+ +HAMLET +
++O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a+ +HORATIO +
+thousand pound. Didst perceive?
++Very well, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Upon the talk of the poisoning?+ +HORATIO +
++I did very well note him.+ +HAMLET +
++Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders!+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+For if the king like not the comedy,
+Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
+Come, some music!
+Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
++Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.+ +HAMLET +
++Sir, a whole history.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++The king, sir,--+ +HAMLET +
++Ay, sir, what of him?+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++Is in his retirement marvellous distempered.+ +HAMLET +
++With drink, sir?+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++No, my lord, rather with choler.+ +HAMLET +
++Your wisdom should show itself more richer to+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him
+to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far
+more choler.
++Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame and+ +HAMLET +
+start not so wildly from my affair.
++I am tame, sir: pronounce.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of+ +HAMLET +
+spirit, hath sent me to you.
++You are welcome.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right+ +HAMLET +
+breed. If it shall please you to make me a
+wholesome answer, I will do your mother's
+commandment: if not, your pardon and my return
+shall be the end of my business.
++Sir, I cannot.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++What, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: but,+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command;
+or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no
+more, but to the matter: my mother, you say,--
++Then thus she says; your behavior hath struck her+ +HAMLET +
+into amazement and admiration.
++O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's
+admiration? Impart.
++She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you+ +HAMLET +
+go to bed.
++We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+you any further trade with us?
++My lord, you once did love me.+ +HAMLET +
++So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you+ +HAMLET +
+do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if
+you deny your griefs to your friend.
++Sir, I lack advancement.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++How can that be, when you have the voice of the king+ +HAMLET +
+himself for your succession in Denmark?
++Ay, but sir, 'While the grass grows,'--the proverb+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+is something musty.
+Re-enter Players with recorders
+O, the recorders! let me see one. To withdraw with
+you:--why do you go about to recover the wind of me,
+as if you would drive me into a toil?
++O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too+ +HAMLET +
+unmannerly.
++I do not well understand that. Will you play upon+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+this pipe?
++My lord, I cannot.+ +HAMLET +
++I pray you.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++Believe me, I cannot.+ +HAMLET +
++I do beseech you.+ +GUILDENSTERN +
++I know no touch of it, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+your lingers and thumb, give it breath with your
+mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.
+Look you, these are the stops.
++But these cannot I command to any utterance of+ +HAMLET +
+harmony; I have not the skill.
++Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know
+my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my
+mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to
+the top of my compass: and there is much music,
+excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot
+you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am
+easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what
+instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you
+cannot play upon me.
+Enter POLONIUS
+God bless you, sir!
++My lord, the queen would speak with you, and+ +HAMLET +
+presently.
++Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.+ +HAMLET +
++Methinks it is like a weasel.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++It is backed like a weasel.+ +HAMLET +
++Or like a whale?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
++Very like a whale.+ +HAMLET +
++Then I will come to my mother by and by. They fool+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by.
++I will say so.+ +HAMLET +
++By and by is easily said.+
+Exit POLONIUS
+Leave me, friends.
+Exeunt all but HAMLET
+Tis now the very witching time of night,
+When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
+Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
+And do such bitter business as the day
+Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.
+O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
+The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:
+Let me be cruel, not unnatural:
+I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
+My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;
+How in my words soever she be shent,
+To give them seals never, my soul, consent!
+Exit
++
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+ ++Enter KING CLAUDIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN ++ +KING CLAUDIUS ++I like him not, nor stands it safe with us+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you;
+I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
+And he to England shall along with you:
+The terms of our estate may not endure
+Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow
+Out of his lunacies.
++We will ourselves provide:+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+Most holy and religious fear it is
+To keep those many many bodies safe
+That live and feed upon your majesty.
++The single and peculiar life is bound,+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+With all the strength and armour of the mind,
+To keep itself from noyance; but much more
+That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest
+The lives of many. The cease of majesty
+Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw
+What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel,
+Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,
+To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
+Are mortised and adjoin'd; which, when it falls,
+Each small annexment, petty consequence,
+Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone
+Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.
++Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;+ +ROSENCRANTZ + +GUILDENSTERN +
+For we will fetters put upon this fear,
+Which now goes too free-footed.
++We will haste us.+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
+Enter POLONIUS
++My lord, he's going to his mother's closet:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Behind the arras I'll convey myself,
+To hear the process; and warrant she'll tax him home:
+And, as you said, and wisely was it said,
+'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
+Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
+The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege:
+I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,
+And tell you what I know.
++Thanks, dear my lord.+ +HAMLET +
+Exit POLONIUS
+O, my offence is rank it smells to heaven;
+It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
+A brother's murder. Pray can I not,
+Though inclination be as sharp as will:
+My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
+And, like a man to double business bound,
+I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
+And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
+Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
+Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
+To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
+But to confront the visage of offence?
+And what's in prayer but this two-fold force,
+To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
+Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up;
+My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer
+Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder'?
+That cannot be; since I am still possess'd
+Of those effects for which I did the murder,
+My crown, mine own ambition and my queen.
+May one be pardon'd and retain the offence?
+In the corrupted currents of this world
+Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
+And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
+Buys out the law: but 'tis not so above;
+There is no shuffling, there the action lies
+In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd,
+Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
+To give in evidence. What then? what rests?
+Try what repentance can: what can it not?
+Yet what can it when one can not repent?
+O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
+O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
+Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay!
+Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
+Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe!
+All may be well.
+Retires and kneels
+Enter HAMLET
++Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven;
+And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd:
+A villain kills my father; and for that,
+I, his sole son, do this same villain send
+To heaven.
+O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
+He took my father grossly, full of bread;
+With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
+And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?
+But in our circumstance and course of thought,
+'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged,
+To take him in the purging of his soul,
+When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
+No!
+Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:
+When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
+Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed;
+At gaming, swearing, or about some act
+That has no relish of salvation in't;
+Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
+And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
+As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:
+This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
+Exit
++[Rising] My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:+
+Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 3, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. The Queen's closet.
+ ++Enter QUEEN MARGARET and POLONIUS ++ +LORD POLONIUS ++He will come straight. Look you lay home to him:+ +HAMLET +
+Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
+And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between
+Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here.
+Pray you, be round with him.
++[Within] Mother, mother, mother!+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++I'll warrant you,+ +HAMLET +
+Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming.
+POLONIUS hides behind the arras
+Enter HAMLET
++Now, mother, what's the matter?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.+ +HAMLET +
++Mother, you have my father much offended.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.+ +HAMLET +
++Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Why, how now, Hamlet!+ +HAMLET +
++What's the matter now?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Have you forgot me?+ +HAMLET +
++No, by the rood, not so:+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
+And--would it were not so!--you are my mother.
++Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.+ +HAMLET +
++Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+You go not till I set you up a glass
+Where you may see the inmost part of you.
++What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Help, help, ho!
++[Behind] What, ho! help, help, help!+ +HAMLET +
++[Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!+ +LORD POLONIUS +
+Makes a pass through the arras
++[Behind] O, I am slain!+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Falls and dies
++O me, what hast thou done?+ +HAMLET +
++Nay, I know not:+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Is it the king?
++O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!+ +HAMLET +
++A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
++As kill a king!+ +HAMLET +
++ Ay, lady, 'twas my word.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Lifts up the array and discovers POLONIUS
+Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
+I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;
+Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
+Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
+And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
+If it be made of penetrable stuff,
+If damned custom have not brass'd it so
+That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
++What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue+ +HAMLET +
+In noise so rude against me?
++Such an act+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
+Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
+From the fair forehead of an innocent love
+And sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows
+As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
+As from the body of contraction plucks
+The very soul, and sweet religion makes
+A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow:
+Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
+With tristful visage, as against the doom,
+Is thought-sick at the act.
++Ay me, what act,+ +HAMLET +
+That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
++Look here, upon this picture, and on this,+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
+See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
+Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
+An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
+A station like the herald Mercury
+New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
+A combination and a form indeed,
+Where every god did seem to set his seal,
+To give the world assurance of a man:
+This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
+Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
+Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
+Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
+And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
+You cannot call it love; for at your age
+The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
+And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment
+Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,
+Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense
+Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
+Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
+But it reserved some quantity of choice,
+To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
+That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
+Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
+Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
+Or but a sickly part of one true sense
+Could not so mope.
+O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
+If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
+To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
+And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
+When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
+Since frost itself as actively doth burn
+And reason panders will.
++O Hamlet, speak no more:+ +HAMLET +
+Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
+And there I see such black and grained spots
+As will not leave their tinct.
++Nay, but to live+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
+Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
+Over the nasty sty,--
++O, speak to me no more;+ +HAMLET +
+These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears;
+No more, sweet Hamlet!
++A murderer and a villain;+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
+Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
+A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
+That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
+And put it in his pocket!
++No more!+ +HAMLET +
++A king of shreds and patches,--+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Enter Ghost
+Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
+You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?
++Alas, he's mad!+ +HAMLET +
++Do you not come your tardy son to chide,+ +Ghost +
+That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
+The important acting of your dread command? O, say!
++Do not forget: this visitation+ +HAMLET +
+Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
+But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
+O, step between her and her fighting soul:
+Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
+Speak to her, Hamlet.
++How is it with you, lady?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Alas, how is't with you,+ +HAMLET +
+That you do bend your eye on vacancy
+And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
+Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
+And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
+Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
+Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,
+Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
+Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
++On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares!+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
+Would make them capable. Do not look upon me;
+Lest with this piteous action you convert
+My stern effects: then what I have to do
+Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.
++To whom do you speak this?+ +HAMLET +
++Do you see nothing there?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.+ +HAMLET +
++Nor did you nothing hear?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++No, nothing but ourselves.+ +HAMLET +
++Why, look you there! look, how it steals away!+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+My father, in his habit as he lived!
+Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!
+Exit Ghost
++This the very coinage of your brain:+ +HAMLET +
+This bodiless creation ecstasy
+Is very cunning in.
++Ecstasy!+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
+And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
+That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
+And I the matter will re-word; which madness
+Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
+Lay not that mattering unction to your soul,
+That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
+It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
+Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
+Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
+Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
+And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
+To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
+For in the fatness of these pursy times
+Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
+Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
++O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.+ +HAMLET +
++O, throw away the worser part of it,+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+And live the purer with the other half.
+Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed;
+Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
+That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
+Of habits devil, is angel yet in this,
+That to the use of actions fair and good
+He likewise gives a frock or livery,
+That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,
+And that shall lend a kind of easiness
+To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
+For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
+And either [ ] the devil, or throw him out
+With wondrous potency. Once more, good night:
+And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
+I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,
+Pointing to POLONIUS
+I do repent: but heaven hath pleased it so,
+To punish me with this and this with me,
+That I must be their scourge and minister.
+I will bestow him, and will answer well
+The death I gave him. So, again, good night.
+I must be cruel, only to be kind:
+Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
+One word more, good lady.
++What shall I do?+ +HAMLET +
++Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
+Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
+And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
+Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
+Make you to ravel all this matter out,
+That I essentially am not in madness,
+But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
+For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
+Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
+Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
+No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
+Unpeg the basket on the house's top.
+Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape,
+To try conclusions, in the basket creep,
+And break your own neck down.
++Be thou assured, if words be made of breath,+ +HAMLET +
+And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
+What thou hast said to me.
++I must to England; you know that?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Alack,+ +HAMLET +
+I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on.
++There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
+Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
+They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
+And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
+For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
+Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard
+But I will delve one yard below their mines,
+And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet,
+When in one line two crafts directly meet.
+This man shall set me packing:
+I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
+Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor
+Is now most still, most secret and most grave,
+Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
+Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
+Good night, mother.
+Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging in POLONIUS
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 4, Scene 1 +
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+ ++Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN ++ +KING CLAUDIUS ++There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them.
+Where is your son?
++Bestow this place on us a little while.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
+Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
++What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit,
+Behind the arras hearing something stir,
+Whips out his rapier, cries, 'A rat, a rat!'
+And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
+The unseen good old man.
++O heavy deed!+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+It had been so with us, had we been there:
+His liberty is full of threats to all;
+To you yourself, to us, to every one.
+Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
+It will be laid to us, whose providence
+Should have kept short, restrain'd and out of haunt,
+This mad young man: but so much was our love,
+We would not understand what was most fit;
+But, like the owner of a foul disease,
+To keep it from divulging, let it feed
+Even on the pith of Life. Where is he gone?
++To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
+Among a mineral of metals base,
+Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.
++O Gertrude, come away!+
+The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
+But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed
+We must, with all our majesty and skill,
+Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!
+Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
+Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
+Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
+And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:
+Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
+Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.
+Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
+Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;
+And let them know, both what we mean to do,
+And what's untimely done. O, come away!
+My soul is full of discord and dismay.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter HAMLET ++ +HAMLET ++Safely stowed.+ +ROSENCRANTZ: + +GUILDENSTERN: +
++[Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!+ +HAMLET +
++What noise? who calls on Hamlet?+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+O, here they come.
+Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
++What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?+ +HAMLET +
++Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence+ +HAMLET +
+And bear it to the chapel.
++Do not believe it.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Believe what?+ +HAMLET +
++That I can keep your counsel and not mine own.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! what
+replication should be made by the son of a king?
++Take you me for a sponge, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the
+king best service in the end: he keeps them, like
+an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to
+be last swallowed: when he needs what you have
+gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you
+shall be dry again.
++I understand you not, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+foolish ear.
++My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go+ +HAMLET +
+with us to the king.
++The body is with the king, but the king is not with+ +GUILDENSTERN +
+the body. The king is a thing--
++A thing, my lord!+ +HAMLET +
++Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter KING CLAUDIUS, attended ++ +KING CLAUDIUS ++I have sent to seek him, and to find the body.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
+Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
+He's loved of the distracted multitude,
+Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
+And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd,
+But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,
+This sudden sending him away must seem
+Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown
+By desperate appliance are relieved,
+Or not at all.
+Enter ROSENCRANTZ
+How now! what hath befall'n?
++Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+We cannot get from him.
++But where is he?+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Bring him before us.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
++Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERN
++Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?+ +HAMLET +
++At supper.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++At supper! where?+ +HAMLET +
++Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your
+worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
+creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
+maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but
+variable service, two dishes, but to one table:
+that's the end.
++Alas, alas!+ +HAMLET +
++A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
++What dost you mean by this?+ +HAMLET +
++Nothing but to show you how a king may go a+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+progress through the guts of a beggar.
++Where is Polonius?+ +HAMLET +
++In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+find him not there, seek him i' the other place
+yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within
+this month, you shall nose him as you go up the
+stairs into the lobby.
++Go seek him there.+ +HAMLET +
+To some Attendants
++He will stay till ye come.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Exeunt Attendants
++Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,--+ +HAMLET +
+Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
+For that which thou hast done,--must send thee hence
+With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself;
+The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
+The associates tend, and every thing is bent
+For England.
++ For England!+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Ay, Hamlet.+ +HAMLET +
++Good.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.+ +HAMLET +
++I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+England! Farewell, dear mother.
++Thy loving father, Hamlet.+ +HAMLET +
++My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England!
+Exit
++Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;+
+Delay it not; I'll have him hence to-night:
+Away! for every thing is seal'd and done
+That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste.
+Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
+And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught--
+As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
+Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
+After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
+Pays homage to us--thou mayst not coldly set
+Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
+By letters congruing to that effect,
+The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
+For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
+And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done,
+Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun.
+Exit
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. A plain in Denmark.
+ ++Enter FORTINBRAS, a Captain, and Soldiers, marching ++ +PRINCE FORTINBRAS ++Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king;+ +Captain +
+Tell him that, by his licence, Fortinbras
+Craves the conveyance of a promised march
+Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
+If that his majesty would aught with us,
+We shall express our duty in his eye;
+And let him know so.
++I will do't, my lord.+ +PRINCE FORTINBRAS +
++Go softly on.+ +HAMLET +
+Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Soldiers
+Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others
++Good sir, whose powers are these?+ +Captain +
++They are of Norway, sir.+ +HAMLET +
++How purposed, sir, I pray you?+ +Captain +
++Against some part of Poland.+ +HAMLET +
++Who commands them, sir?+ +Captain +
++The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras.+ +HAMLET +
++Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,+ +Captain +
+Or for some frontier?
++Truly to speak, and with no addition,+ +HAMLET +
+We go to gain a little patch of ground
+That hath in it no profit but the name.
+To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
+Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
+A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
++Why, then the Polack never will defend it.+ +Captain +
++Yes, it is already garrison'd.+ +HAMLET +
++Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats+ +Captain +
+Will not debate the question of this straw:
+This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace,
+That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
+Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir.
++God be wi' you, sir.+ +ROSENCRANTZ +
+Exit
++Wilt please you go, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++I'll be with you straight go a little before.+
+Exeunt all except HAMLET
+How all occasions do inform against me,
+And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
+If his chief good and market of his time
+Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
+Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
+Looking before and after, gave us not
+That capability and god-like reason
+To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
+Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
+Of thinking too precisely on the event,
+A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
+And ever three parts coward, I do not know
+Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'
+Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
+To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
+Witness this army of such mass and charge
+Led by a delicate and tender prince,
+Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
+Makes mouths at the invisible event,
+Exposing what is mortal and unsure
+To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
+Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
+Is not to stir without great argument,
+But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
+When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
+That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
+Excitements of my reason and my blood,
+And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
+The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
+That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
+Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
+Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
+Which is not tomb enough and continent
+To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
+My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
+Exit
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 4, Scene 5 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. Elsinore. A room in the castle.
+ ++Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE, HORATIO, and a Gentleman ++ +QUEEN GERTRUDE ++I will not speak with her.+ +Gentleman +
++She is importunate, indeed distract:+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Her mood will needs be pitied.
++What would she have?+ +Gentleman +
++She speaks much of her father; says she hears+ +HORATIO +
+There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
+Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
+That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
+Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
+The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
+And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
+Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures
+yield them,
+Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
+Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
++'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
++Let her come in.+ +OPHELIA +
+Exit HORATIO
+To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
+Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:
+So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
+It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
+Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA
++Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++How now, Ophelia!+ +OPHELIA +
++[Sings]+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+How should I your true love know
+From another one?
+By his cockle hat and staff,
+And his sandal shoon.
++Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?+ +OPHELIA +
++Say you? nay, pray you, mark.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Sings
+He is dead and gone, lady,
+He is dead and gone;
+At his head a grass-green turf,
+At his heels a stone.
++Nay, but, Ophelia,--+ +OPHELIA +
++Pray you, mark.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Sings
+White his shroud as the mountain snow,--
+Enter KING CLAUDIUS
++Alas, look here, my lord.+ +OPHELIA +
++[Sings]+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Larded with sweet flowers
+Which bewept to the grave did go
+With true-love showers.
++How do you, pretty lady?+ +OPHELIA +
++Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a baker's+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not
+what we may be. God be at your table!
++Conceit upon her father.+ +OPHELIA +
++Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+ask you what it means, say you this:
+Sings
+To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
+All in the morning betime,
+And I a maid at your window,
+To be your Valentine.
+Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
+And dupp'd the chamber-door;
+Let in the maid, that out a maid
+Never departed more.
++Pretty Ophelia!+ +OPHELIA +
++Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Sings
+By Gis and by Saint Charity,
+Alack, and fie for shame!
+Young men will do't, if they come to't;
+By cock, they are to blame.
+Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
+You promised me to wed.
+So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
+An thou hadst not come to my bed.
++How long hath she been thus?+ +OPHELIA +
++I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him
+i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it:
+and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my
+coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies;
+good night, good night.
+Exit
++Follow her close; give her good watch,+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+I pray you.
+Exit HORATIO
+O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
+All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
+When sorrows come, they come not single spies
+But in battalions. First, her father slain:
+Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
+Of his own just remove: the people muddied,
+Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,
+For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly,
+In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia
+Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
+Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts:
+Last, and as much containing as all these,
+Her brother is in secret come from France;
+Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
+And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
+With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
+Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
+Will nothing stick our person to arraign
+In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
+Like to a murdering-piece, in many places
+Gives me superfluous death.
+A noise within
++Alack, what noise is this?+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.+ +Gentleman +
+Enter another Gentleman
+What is the matter?
++Save yourself, my lord:+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+The ocean, overpeering of his list,
+Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
+Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
+O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;
+And, as the world were now but to begin,
+Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
+The ratifiers and props of every word,
+They cry 'Choose we: Laertes shall be king:'
+Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds:
+'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'
++How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
++The doors are broke.+ +LAERTES +
+Noise within
+Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following
++Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without.+ +Danes +
++No, let's come in.+ +LAERTES +
++ I pray you, give me leave.+ +Danes +
++We will, we will.+ +LAERTES +
+They retire without the door
++I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king,+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Give me my father!
++ Calmly, good Laertes.+ +LAERTES +
++That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
+Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow
+Of my true mother.
++ What is the cause, Laertes,+ +LAERTES +
+That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
+Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
+There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
+That treason can but peep to what it would,
+Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
+Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Gertrude.
+Speak, man.
++Where is my father?+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Dead.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++But not by him.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Let him demand his fill.+ +LAERTES +
++How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
+Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
+I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
+That both the worlds I give to negligence,
+Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
+Most thoroughly for my father.
++Who shall stay you?+ +LAERTES +
++My will, not all the world:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
+They shall go far with little.
++Good Laertes,+ +LAERTES +
+If you desire to know the certainty
+Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,
+That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
+Winner and loser?
++None but his enemies.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Will you know them then?+ +LAERTES +
++To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+And like the kind life-rendering pelican,
+Repast them with my blood.
++Why, now you speak+ +Danes +
+Like a good child and a true gentleman.
+That I am guiltless of your father's death,
+And am most sensible in grief for it,
+It shall as level to your judgment pierce
+As day does to your eye.
++[Within] Let her come in.+ +LAERTES +
++How now! what noise is that?+ +OPHELIA +
+Re-enter OPHELIA
+O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
+Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
+By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
+Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
+Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
+O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits
+Should be as moral as an old man's life?
+Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
+It sends some precious instance of itself
+After the thing it loves.
++[Sings]+ +LAERTES +
+They bore him barefaced on the bier;
+Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
+And in his grave rain'd many a tear:--
+Fare you well, my dove!
++Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,+ +OPHELIA +
+It could not move thus.
++[Sings]+ +LAERTES +
+You must sing a-down a-down,
+An you call him a-down-a.
+O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false
+steward, that stole his master's daughter.
++This nothing's more than matter.+ +OPHELIA +
++There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,+ +LAERTES +
+love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.
++A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.+ +OPHELIA +
++There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue+ +LAERTES +
+for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
+herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
+a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you
+some violets, but they withered all when my father
+died: they say he made a good end,--
+Sings
+For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
++Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,+ +OPHELIA +
+She turns to favour and to prettiness.
++[Sings]+ +LAERTES +
+And will he not come again?
+And will he not come again?
+No, no, he is dead:
+Go to thy death-bed:
+He never will come again.
+His beard was as white as snow,
+All flaxen was his poll:
+He is gone, he is gone,
+And we cast away moan:
+God ha' mercy on his soul!
+And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' ye.
+Exit
++Do you see this, O God?+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Laertes, I must commune with your grief,+ +LAERTES +
+Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
+Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will.
+And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me:
+If by direct or by collateral hand
+They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
+Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours,
+To you in satisfaction; but if not,
+Be you content to lend your patience to us,
+And we shall jointly labour with your soul
+To give it due content.
++Let this be so;+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+His means of death, his obscure funeral--
+No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
+No noble rite nor formal ostentation--
+Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
+That I must call't in question.
++So you shall;+
+And where the offence is let the great axe fall.
+I pray you, go with me.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 4, Scene 6 +
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+ ++Enter HORATIO and a Servant ++ +HORATIO ++What are they that would speak with me?+ +Servant +
++Sailors, sir: they say they have letters for you.+ +HORATIO +
++Let them come in.+ +First Sailor +
+Exit Servant
+I do not know from what part of the world
+I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
+Enter Sailors
++God bless you, sir.+ +HORATIO +
++Let him bless thee too.+ +First Sailor +
++He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for+ +HORATIO +
+you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was
+bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am
+let to know it is.
++[Reads] 'Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked+
+this, give these fellows some means to the king:
+they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old
+at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us
+chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on
+a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded
+them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so
+I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with
+me like thieves of mercy: but they knew what they
+did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king
+have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me
+with as much speed as thou wouldst fly death. I
+have words to speak in thine ear will make thee
+dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of
+the matter. These good fellows will bring thee
+where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their
+course for England: of them I have much to tell
+thee. Farewell.
+'He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET.'
+Come, I will make you way for these your letters;
+And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
+To him from whom you brought them.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 4, Scene 7 +
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+ ++Enter KING CLAUDIUS and LAERTES ++ +KING CLAUDIUS ++Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal,+ +LAERTES +
+And you must put me in your heart for friend,
+Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
+That he which hath your noble father slain
+Pursued my life.
++ It well appears: but tell me+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Why you proceeded not against these feats,
+So crimeful and so capital in nature,
+As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
+You mainly were stirr'd up.
++O, for two special reasons;+ +LAERTES +
+Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd,
+But yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother
+Lives almost by his looks; and for myself--
+My virtue or my plague, be it either which--
+She's so conjunctive to my life and soul,
+That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
+I could not but by her. The other motive,
+Why to a public count I might not go,
+Is the great love the general gender bear him;
+Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
+Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
+Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,
+Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
+Would have reverted to my bow again,
+And not where I had aim'd them.
++And so have I a noble father lost;+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+A sister driven into desperate terms,
+Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
+Stood challenger on mount of all the age
+For her perfections: but my revenge will come.
++Break not your sleeps for that: you must not think+ +Messenger +
+That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
+That we can let our beard be shook with danger
+And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more:
+I loved your father, and we love ourself;
+And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine--
+Enter a Messenger
+How now! what news?
++Letters, my lord, from Hamlet:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+This to your majesty; this to the queen.
++From Hamlet! who brought them?+ +Messenger +
++Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+They were given me by Claudio; he received them
+Of him that brought them.
++Laertes, you shall hear them. Leave us.+ +LAERTES +
+Exit Messenger
+Reads
+'High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on
+your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see
+your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your
+pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden
+and more strange return. 'HAMLET.'
+What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
+Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
++Know you the hand?+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++'Tis Hamlets character. 'Naked!+ +LAERTES +
+And in a postscript here, he says 'alone.'
+Can you advise me?
++I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come;+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+It warms the very sickness in my heart,
+That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
+'Thus didest thou.'
++If it be so, Laertes--+ +LAERTES +
+As how should it be so? how otherwise?--
+Will you be ruled by me?
++Ay, my lord;+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+So you will not o'errule me to a peace.
++To thine own peace. If he be now return'd,+ +LAERTES +
+As checking at his voyage, and that he means
+No more to undertake it, I will work him
+To an exploit, now ripe in my device,
+Under the which he shall not choose but fall:
+And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
+But even his mother shall uncharge the practise
+And call it accident.
++My lord, I will be ruled;+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+The rather, if you could devise it so
+That I might be the organ.
++It falls right.+ +LAERTES +
+You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
+And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
+Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts
+Did not together pluck such envy from him
+As did that one, and that, in my regard,
+Of the unworthiest siege.
++What part is that, my lord?+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++A very riband in the cap of youth,+ +LAERTES +
+Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
+The light and careless livery that it wears
+Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
+Importing health and graveness. Two months since,
+Here was a gentleman of Normandy:--
+I've seen myself, and served against, the French,
+And they can well on horseback: but this gallant
+Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;
+And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
+As he had been incorpsed and demi-natured
+With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought,
+That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
+Come short of what he did.
++A Norman was't?+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++A Norman.+ +LAERTES +
++Upon my life, Lamond.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++The very same.+ +LAERTES +
++I know him well: he is the brooch indeed+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+And gem of all the nation.
++He made confession of you,+ +LAERTES +
+And gave you such a masterly report
+For art and exercise in your defence
+And for your rapier most especially,
+That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
+If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation,
+He swore, had had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
+If you opposed them. Sir, this report of his
+Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
+That he could nothing do but wish and beg
+Your sudden coming o'er, to play with him.
+Now, out of this,--
++What out of this, my lord?+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Laertes, was your father dear to you?+ +LAERTES +
+Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
+A face without a heart?
++Why ask you this?+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Not that I think you did not love your father;+ +LAERTES +
+But that I know love is begun by time;
+And that I see, in passages of proof,
+Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
+There lives within the very flame of love
+A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it;
+And nothing is at a like goodness still;
+For goodness, growing to a plurisy,
+Dies in his own too much: that we would do
+We should do when we would; for this 'would' changes
+And hath abatements and delays as many
+As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
+And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh,
+That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer:--
+Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake,
+To show yourself your father's son in deed
+More than in words?
++To cut his throat i' the church.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;+ +LAERTES +
+Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,
+Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.
+Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home:
+We'll put on those shall praise your excellence
+And set a double varnish on the fame
+The Frenchman gave you, bring you in fine together
+And wager on your heads: he, being remiss,
+Most generous and free from all contriving,
+Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease,
+Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
+A sword unbated, and in a pass of practise
+Requite him for your father.
++I will do't:+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+And, for that purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
+I bought an unction of a mountebank,
+So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
+Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,
+Collected from all simples that have virtue
+Under the moon, can save the thing from death
+That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point
+With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
+It may be death.
++ Let's further think of this;+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Weigh what convenience both of time and means
+May fit us to our shape: if this should fail,
+And that our drift look through our bad performance,
+'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this project
+Should have a back or second, that might hold,
+If this should blast in proof. Soft! let me see:
+We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings: I ha't.
+When in your motion you are hot and dry--
+As make your bouts more violent to that end--
+And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared him
+A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,
+If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,
+Our purpose may hold there.
+Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE
+How now, sweet queen!
++One woe doth tread upon another's heel,+ +LAERTES +
+So fast they follow; your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
++Drown'd! O, where?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++There is a willow grows aslant a brook,+ +LAERTES +
+That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
+There with fantastic garlands did she come
+Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
+That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
+But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
+There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
+Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
+When down her weedy trophies and herself
+Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
+And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
+Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
+As one incapable of her own distress,
+Or like a creature native and indued
+Unto that element: but long it could not be
+Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
+Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
+To muddy death.
++ Alas, then, she is drown'd?+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Drown'd, drown'd.+ +LAERTES +
++Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet
+It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
+Let shame say what it will: when these are gone,
+The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord:
+I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
+But that this folly douts it.
+Exit
++Let's follow, Gertrude:
+How much I had to do to calm his rage!
+Now fear I this will give it start again;
+Therefore let's follow.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter two Clowns, with spades, & c ++ +First Clown ++Is she to be buried in Christian burial that+ +Second Clown +
+wilfully seeks her own salvation?
++I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave+ +First Clown +
+straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it
+Christian burial.
++How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her+ +Second Clown +
+own defence?
++Why, 'tis found so.+ +First Clown +
++It must be 'se offendendo;' it cannot be else. For+ +Second Clown +
+here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly,
+it argues an act: and an act hath three branches: it
+is, to act, to do, to perform: argal, she drowned
+herself wittingly.
++Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,--+ +First Clown +
++Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here+ +Second Clown +
+stands the man; good; if the man go to this water,
+and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he
+goes,--mark you that; but if the water come to him
+and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he
+that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.
++But is this law?+ +First Clown +
++Ay, marry, is't; crowner's quest law.+ +Second Clown +
++Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been+ +First Clown +
+a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o'
+Christian burial.
++Why, there thou say'st: and the more pity that+ +Second Clown +
+great folk should have countenance in this world to
+drown or hang themselves, more than their even
+Christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient
+gentleman but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers:
+they hold up Adam's profession.
++Was he a gentleman?+ +First Clown +
++He was the first that ever bore arms.+ +Second Clown +
++Why, he had none.+ +First Clown +
++What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the+ +Second Clown +
+Scripture? The Scripture says 'Adam digged:'
+could he dig without arms? I'll put another
+question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the
+purpose, confess thyself--
++Go to.+ +First Clown +
++What is he that builds stronger than either the+ +Second Clown +
+mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
++The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a+ +First Clown +
+thousand tenants.
++I like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows+ +Second Clown +
+does well; but how does it well? it does well to
+those that do in: now thou dost ill to say the
+gallows is built stronger than the church: argal,
+the gallows may do well to thee. To't again, come.
++'Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or+ +First Clown +
+a carpenter?'
++Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.+ +Second Clown +
++Marry, now I can tell.+ +First Clown +
++To't.+ +Second Clown +
++Mass, I cannot tell.+ +First Clown +
+Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance
++Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull+ +HAMLET +
+ass will not mend his pace with beating; and, when
+you are asked this question next, say 'a
+grave-maker: 'the houses that he makes last till
+doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan: fetch me a
+stoup of liquor.
+Exit Second Clown
+He digs and sings
+In youth, when I did love, did love,
+Methought it was very sweet,
+To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove,
+O, methought, there was nothing meet.
++Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he+ +HORATIO +
+sings at grave-making?
++Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.+ +HAMLET +
++'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath+ +First Clown +
+the daintier sense.
++[Sings]+ +HAMLET +
+But age, with his stealing steps,
+Hath claw'd me in his clutch,
+And hath shipped me intil the land,
+As if I had never been such.
+Throws up a skull
++That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once:+ +HORATIO +
+how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were
+Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It
+might be the pate of a politician, which this ass
+now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God,
+might it not?
++It might, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Or of a courtier; which could say 'Good morrow,+ +HORATIO +
+sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord?' This might
+be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord
+such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not?
++Ay, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Why, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and+ +First Clown +
+knocked about the mazzard with a sexton's spade:
+here's fine revolution, an we had the trick to
+see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding,
+but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't.
++[Sings]+ +HAMLET +
+A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade,
+For and a shrouding sheet:
+O, a pit of clay for to be made
+For such a guest is meet.
+Throws up another skull
++There's another: why may not that be the skull of a+ +HORATIO +
+lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets,
+his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he
+suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the
+sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of
+his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be
+in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes,
+his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers,
+his recoveries: is this the fine of his fines, and
+the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine
+pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him
+no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than
+the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The
+very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in
+this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha?
++Not a jot more, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Is not parchment made of sheepskins?+ +HORATIO +
++Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.+ +HAMLET +
++They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance+ +First Clown +
+in that. I will speak to this fellow. Whose
+grave's this, sirrah?
++Mine, sir.+ +HAMLET +
+Sings
+O, a pit of clay for to be made
+For such a guest is meet.
++I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.+ +First Clown +
++You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not+ +HAMLET +
+yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.
++'Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine:+ +First Clown +
+'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.
++'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away gain, from me to+ +HAMLET +
+you.
++What man dost thou dig it for?+ +First Clown +
++For no man, sir.+ +HAMLET +
++What woman, then?+ +First Clown +
++For none, neither.+ +HAMLET +
++Who is to be buried in't?+ +First Clown +
++One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.+ +HAMLET +
++How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the+ +First Clown +
+card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord,
+Horatio, these three years I have taken a note of
+it; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the
+peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he
+gaffs his kibe. How long hast thou been a
+grave-maker?
++Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day+ +HAMLET +
+that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
++How long is that since?+ +First Clown +
++Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: it+ +HAMLET +
+was the very day that young Hamlet was born; he that
+is mad, and sent into England.
++Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?+ +First Clown +
++Why, because he was mad: he shall recover his wits+ +HAMLET +
+there; or, if he do not, it's no great matter there.
++Why?+ +First Clown +
++'Twill, a not be seen in him there; there the men+ +HAMLET +
+are as mad as he.
++How came he mad?+ +First Clown +
++Very strangely, they say.+ +HAMLET +
++How strangely?+ +First Clown +
++Faith, e'en with losing his wits.+ +HAMLET +
++Upon what ground?+ +First Clown +
++Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, man+ +HAMLET +
+and boy, thirty years.
++How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?+ +First Clown +
++I' faith, if he be not rotten before he die--as we+ +HAMLET +
+have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce
+hold the laying in--he will last you some eight year
+or nine year: a tanner will last you nine year.
++Why he more than another?+ +First Clown +
++Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that+ +HAMLET +
+he will keep out water a great while; and your water
+is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body.
+Here's a skull now; this skull has lain in the earth
+three and twenty years.
++Whose was it?+ +First Clown +
++A whoreson mad fellow's it was: whose do you think it was?+ +HAMLET +
++Nay, I know not.+ +First Clown +
++A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a' poured a+ +HAMLET +
+flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull,
+sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.
++This?+ +First Clown +
++E'en that.+ +HAMLET +
++Let me see.+ +HORATIO +
+Takes the skull
+Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
+of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
+borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
+abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
+it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
+not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
+gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
+that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
+now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
+Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
+her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
+come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
+me one thing.
++What's that, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i'+ +HORATIO +
+the earth?
++E'en so.+ +HAMLET +
++And smelt so? pah!+ +HORATIO +
+Puts down the skull
++E'en so, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may+ +HORATIO +
+not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander,
+till he find it stopping a bung-hole?
++'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.+ +HAMLET +
++No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with+ +LAERTES +
+modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as
+thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried,
+Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of
+earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he
+was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel?
+Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
+Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
+O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
+Should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw!
+But soft! but soft! aside: here comes the king.
+Enter Priest, & c. in procession; the Corpse of OPHELIA, LAERTES and Mourners following; KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, their trains, & c
+The queen, the courtiers: who is this they follow?
+And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
+The corse they follow did with desperate hand
+Fordo its own life: 'twas of some estate.
+Couch we awhile, and mark.
+Retiring with HORATIO
++What ceremony else?+ +HAMLET +
++That is Laertes,+ +LAERTES +
+A very noble youth: mark.
++What ceremony else?+ +First Priest +
++Her obsequies have been as far enlarged+ +LAERTES +
+As we have warrantise: her death was doubtful;
+And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
+She should in ground unsanctified have lodged
+Till the last trumpet: for charitable prayers,
+Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her;
+Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants,
+Her maiden strewments and the bringing home
+Of bell and burial.
++Must there no more be done?+ +First Priest +
++No more be done:+ +LAERTES +
+We should profane the service of the dead
+To sing a requiem and such rest to her
+As to peace-parted souls.
++Lay her i' the earth:+ +HAMLET +
+And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
+May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
+A ministering angel shall my sister be,
+When thou liest howling.
++What, the fair Ophelia!+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Sweets to the sweet: farewell!+ +LAERTES +
+Scattering flowers
+I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;
+I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
+And not have strew'd thy grave.
++O, treble woe+ +HAMLET +
+Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,
+Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
+Deprived thee of! Hold off the earth awhile,
+Till I have caught her once more in mine arms:
+Leaps into the grave
+Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
+Till of this flat a mountain you have made,
+To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head
+Of blue Olympus.
++[Advancing] What is he whose grief+ +LAERTES +
+Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
+Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand
+Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
+Hamlet the Dane.
+Leaps into the grave
++ The devil take thy soul!+ +HAMLET +
+Grappling with him
++Thou pray'st not well.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;
+For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
+Yet have I something in me dangerous,
+Which let thy wiseness fear: hold off thy hand.
++Pluck them asunder.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Hamlet, Hamlet!+ +All +
++Gentlemen,--+ +HORATIO +
++ Good my lord, be quiet.+ +HAMLET +
+The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave
++Why I will fight with him upon this theme+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
++O my son, what theme?+ +HAMLET +
++I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Could not, with all their quantity of love,
+Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
++O, he is mad, Laertes.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++For love of God, forbear him.+ +HAMLET +
++'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
+Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
+Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
+I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
+To outface me with leaping in her grave?
+Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
+And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
+Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
+Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
+Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
+I'll rant as well as thou.
++This is mere madness:+ +HAMLET +
+And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
+Anon, as patient as the female dove,
+When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
+His silence will sit drooping.
++Hear you, sir;+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+What is the reason that you use me thus?
+I loved you ever: but it is no matter;
+Let Hercules himself do what he may,
+The cat will mew and dog will have his day.
+Exit
++I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him.+
+Exit HORATIO
+To LAERTES
+Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;
+We'll put the matter to the present push.
+Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.
+This grave shall have a living monument:
+An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
+Till then, in patience our proceeding be.
+Exeunt
++
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+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + | Act 5, Scene 2 +
+ Previous scene +SCENE II. A hall in the castle.
+ ++Enter HAMLET and HORATIO ++ +HAMLET ++So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other;+ +HORATIO +
+You do remember all the circumstance?
++Remember it, my lord?+ +HAMLET +
++Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting,+ +HORATIO +
+That would not let me sleep: methought I lay
+Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly,
+And praised be rashness for it, let us know,
+Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,
+When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us
+There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
+Rough-hew them how we will,--
++That is most certain.+ +HAMLET +
++Up from my cabin,+ +HORATIO +
+My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
+Groped I to find out them; had my desire.
+Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew
+To mine own room again; making so bold,
+My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
+Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,--
+O royal knavery!--an exact command,
+Larded with many several sorts of reasons
+Importing Denmark's health and England's too,
+With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,
+That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
+No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
+My head should be struck off.
++Is't possible?+ +HAMLET +
++Here's the commission: read it at more leisure.+ +HORATIO +
+But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?
++I beseech you.+ +HAMLET +
++Being thus be-netted round with villanies,--+ +HORATIO +
+Ere I could make a prologue to my brains,
+They had begun the play--I sat me down,
+Devised a new commission, wrote it fair:
+I once did hold it, as our statists do,
+A baseness to write fair and labour'd much
+How to forget that learning, but, sir, now
+It did me yeoman's service: wilt thou know
+The effect of what I wrote?
++Ay, good my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++An earnest conjuration from the king,+ +HORATIO +
+As England was his faithful tributary,
+As love between them like the palm might flourish,
+As peace should stiff her wheaten garland wear
+And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
+And many such-like 'As'es of great charge,
+That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
+Without debatement further, more or less,
+He should the bearers put to sudden death,
+Not shriving-time allow'd.
++How was this seal'd?+ +HAMLET +
++Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.+ +HORATIO +
+I had my father's signet in my purse,
+Which was the model of that Danish seal;
+Folded the writ up in form of the other,
+Subscribed it, gave't the impression, placed it safely,
+The changeling never known. Now, the next day
+Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent
+Thou know'st already.
++So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.+ +HAMLET +
++Why, man, they did make love to this employment;+ +HORATIO +
+They are not near my conscience; their defeat
+Does by their own insinuation grow:
+'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
+Between the pass and fell incensed points
+Of mighty opposites.
++Why, what a king is this!+ +HAMLET +
++Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon--+ +HORATIO +
+He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother,
+Popp'd in between the election and my hopes,
+Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
+And with such cozenage--is't not perfect conscience,
+To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd,
+To let this canker of our nature come
+In further evil?
++It must be shortly known to him from England+ +HAMLET +
+What is the issue of the business there.
++It will be short: the interim is mine;+ +HORATIO +
+And a man's life's no more than to say 'One.'
+But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
+That to Laertes I forgot myself;
+For, by the image of my cause, I see
+The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours.
+But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
+Into a towering passion.
++Peace! who comes here?+ +OSRIC +
+Enter OSRIC
++Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.+ +HAMLET +
++I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?+ +HORATIO +
++No, my good lord.+ +HAMLET +
++Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to+ +OSRIC +
+know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a
+beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at
+the king's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say,
+spacious in the possession of dirt.
++Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I+ +HAMLET +
+should impart a thing to you from his majesty.
++I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of+ +OSRIC +
+spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.
++I thank your lordship, it is very hot.+ +HAMLET +
++No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is+ +OSRIC +
+northerly.
++It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.+ +HAMLET +
++But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my+ +OSRIC +
+complexion.
++Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as+ +HAMLET +
+'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his
+majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a
+great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter,--
++I beseech you, remember--+ +OSRIC +
+HAMLET moves him to put on his hat
++Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith.+ +HAMLET +
+Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe
+me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent
+differences, of very soft society and great showing:
+indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or
+calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the
+continent of what part a gentleman would see.
++Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you;+ +OSRIC +
+though, I know, to divide him inventorially would
+dizzy the arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw
+neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the
+verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of
+great article; and his infusion of such dearth and
+rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his
+semblable is his mirror; and who else would trace
+him, his umbrage, nothing more.
++Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.+ +HAMLET +
++The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the gentleman+ +OSRIC +
+in our more rawer breath?
++Sir?+ +HORATIO +
++Is't not possible to understand in another tongue?+ +HAMLET +
+You will do't, sir, really.
++What imports the nomination of this gentleman?+ +OSRIC +
++Of Laertes?+ +HORATIO +
++His purse is empty already; all's golden words are spent.+ +HAMLET +
++Of him, sir.+ +OSRIC +
++I know you are not ignorant--+ +HAMLET +
++I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did,+ +OSRIC +
+it would not much approve me. Well, sir?
++You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is--+ +HAMLET +
++I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with+ +OSRIC +
+him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to
+know himself.
++I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation+ +HAMLET +
+laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed.
++What's his weapon?+ +OSRIC +
++Rapier and dagger.+ +HAMLET +
++That's two of his weapons: but, well.+ +OSRIC +
++The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary+ +HAMLET +
+horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take
+it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their
+assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: three of the
+carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very
+responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages,
+and of very liberal conceit.
++What call you the carriages?+ +HORATIO +
++I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had done.+ +OSRIC +
++The carriages, sir, are the hangers.+ +HAMLET +
++The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we+ +OSRIC +
+could carry cannon by our sides: I would it might
+be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses
+against six French swords, their assigns, and three
+liberal-conceited carriages; that's the French bet
+against the Danish. Why is this 'imponed,' as you call it?
++The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passes+ +HAMLET +
+between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you
+three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine; and it
+would come to immediate trial, if your lordship
+would vouchsafe the answer.
++How if I answer 'no'?+ +OSRIC +
++I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.+ +HAMLET +
++Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his+ +OSRIC +
+majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let
+the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the
+king hold his purpose, I will win for him an I can;
+if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.
++Shall I re-deliver you e'en so?+ +HAMLET +
++To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will.+ +OSRIC +
++I commend my duty to your lordship.+ +HAMLET +
++Yours, yours.+ +HORATIO +
+Exit OSRIC
+He does well to commend it himself; there are no
+tongues else for's turn.
++This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.+ +HAMLET +
++He did comply with his dug, before he sucked it.+ +Lord +
+Thus has he--and many more of the same bevy that I
+know the dressy age dotes on--only got the tune of
+the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of
+yesty collection, which carries them through and
+through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do
+but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out.
+Enter a Lord
++My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young+ +HAMLET +
+Osric, who brings back to him that you attend him in
+the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to
+play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time.
++I am constant to my purpose; they follow the king's+ +Lord +
+pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now
+or whensoever, provided I be so able as now.
++The king and queen and all are coming down.+ +HAMLET +
++In happy time.+ +Lord +
++The queen desires you to use some gentle+ +HAMLET +
+entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play.
++She well instructs me.+ +HORATIO +
+Exit Lord
++You will lose this wager, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
++I do not think so: since he went into France, I+ +HORATIO +
+have been in continual practise: I shall win at the
+odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here
+about my heart: but it is no matter.
++Nay, good my lord,--+ +HAMLET +
++It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of+ +HORATIO +
+gain-giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman.
++If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will+ +HAMLET +
+forestall their repair hither, and say you are not
+fit.
++Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
+'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
+now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
+readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he
+leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
+Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, LAERTES, Lords, OSRIC, and Attendants with foils, & c
++Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.+ +HAMLET +
+KING CLAUDIUS puts LAERTES' hand into HAMLET's
++Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong;+ +LAERTES +
+But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
+This presence knows,
+And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
+With sore distraction. What I have done,
+That might your nature, honour and exception
+Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
+Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet:
+If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,
+And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,
+Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
+Who does it, then? His madness: if't be so,
+Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;
+His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
+Sir, in this audience,
+Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil
+Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
+That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,
+And hurt my brother.
++I am satisfied in nature,+ +HAMLET +
+Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most
+To my revenge: but in my terms of honour
+I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement,
+Till by some elder masters, of known honour,
+I have a voice and precedent of peace,
+To keep my name ungored. But till that time,
+I do receive your offer'd love like love,
+And will not wrong it.
++I embrace it freely;+ +LAERTES +
+And will this brother's wager frankly play.
+Give us the foils. Come on.
++Come, one for me.+ +HAMLET +
++I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance+ +LAERTES +
+Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night,
+Stick fiery off indeed.
++You mock me, sir.+ +HAMLET +
++No, by this hand.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,+ +HAMLET +
+You know the wager?
++Very well, my lord+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+Your grace hath laid the odds o' the weaker side.
++I do not fear it; I have seen you both:+ +LAERTES +
+But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds.
++This is too heavy, let me see another.+ +HAMLET +
++This likes me well. These foils have all a length?+ +OSRIC +
+They prepare to play
++Ay, my good lord.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Set me the stoops of wine upon that table.+ +HAMLET +
+If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
+Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
+Let all the battlements their ordnance fire:
+The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath;
+And in the cup an union shall he throw,
+Richer than that which four successive kings
+In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups;
+And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
+The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
+The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,
+'Now the king dunks to Hamlet.' Come, begin:
+And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.
++Come on, sir.+ +LAERTES +
++ Come, my lord.+ +HAMLET +
+They play
++One.+ +LAERTES +
++No.+ +HAMLET +
++Judgment.+ +OSRIC +
++A hit, a very palpable hit.+ +LAERTES +
++Well; again.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Stay; give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine;+ +HAMLET +
+Here's to thy health.
+Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within
+Give him the cup.
++I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come.+ +LAERTES +
+They play
+Another hit; what say you?
++A touch, a touch, I do confess.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++Our son shall win.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++ He's fat, and scant of breath.+ +HAMLET +
+Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows;
+The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
++Good madam!+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++ Gertrude, do not drink.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++[Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.+ +HAMLET +
++I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++Come, let me wipe thy face.+ +LAERTES +
++My lord, I'll hit him now.+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++I do not think't.+ +LAERTES +
++[Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.+ +HAMLET +
++Come, for the third, Laertes: you but dally;+ +LAERTES +
+I pray you, pass with your best violence;
+I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
++Say you so? come on.+ +OSRIC +
+They play
++Nothing, neither way.+ +LAERTES +
++Have at you now!+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
+LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES
++Part them; they are incensed.+ +HAMLET +
++Nay, come, again.+ +OSRIC +
+QUEEN GERTRUDE falls
++ Look to the queen there, ho!+ +HORATIO +
++They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?+ +OSRIC +
++How is't, Laertes?+ +LAERTES +
++Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;+ +HAMLET +
+I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
++How does the queen?+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++She swounds to see them bleed.+ +QUEEN GERTRUDE +
++No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,--+ +HAMLET +
+The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.
+Dies
++O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:+ +LAERTES +
+Treachery! Seek it out.
++It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;+ +HAMLET +
+No medicine in the world can do thee good;
+In thee there is not half an hour of life;
+The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
+Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise
+Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie,
+Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd:
+I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.
++The point!--envenom'd too!+ +All +
+Then, venom, to thy work.
+Stabs KING CLAUDIUS
++Treason! treason!+ +KING CLAUDIUS +
++O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.+ +HAMLET +
++Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,+ +LAERTES +
+Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
+Follow my mother.
+KING CLAUDIUS dies
++ He is justly served;+ +HAMLET +
+It is a poison temper'd by himself.
+Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
+Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
+Nor thine on me.
+Dies
++Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.+ +HORATIO +
+I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu!
+You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
+That are but mutes or audience to this act,
+Had I but time--as this fell sergeant, death,
+Is strict in his arrest--O, I could tell you--
+But let it be. Horatio, I am dead;
+Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
+To the unsatisfied.
++Never believe it:+ +HAMLET +
+I am more an antique Roman than a Dane:
+Here's yet some liquor left.
++As thou'rt a man,+ +OSRIC +
+Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't.
+O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
+Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
+If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart
+Absent thee from felicity awhile,
+And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
+To tell my story.
+March afar off, and shot within
+What warlike noise is this?
++Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,+ +HAMLET +
+To the ambassadors of England gives
+This warlike volley.
++O, I die, Horatio;+ +HORATIO +
+The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:
+I cannot live to hear the news from England;
+But I do prophesy the election lights
+On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;
+So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
+Which have solicited. The rest is silence.
+Dies
++Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:+ +PRINCE FORTINBRAS +
+And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
+Why does the drum come hither?
+March within
+Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and others
++Where is this sight?+ +HORATIO +
++What is it ye would see?+ +PRINCE FORTINBRAS +
+If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
++This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death,+ +First Ambassador +
+What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
+That thou so many princes at a shot
+So bloodily hast struck?
++The sight is dismal;+ +HORATIO +
+And our affairs from England come too late:
+The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
+To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd,
+That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:
+Where should we have our thanks?
++Not from his mouth,+ +PRINCE FORTINBRAS +
+Had it the ability of life to thank you:
+He never gave commandment for their death.
+But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
+You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
+Are here arrived give order that these bodies
+High on a stage be placed to the view;
+And let me speak to the yet unknowing world
+How these things came about: so shall you hear
+Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
+Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
+Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,
+And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
+Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this can I
+Truly deliver.
++ Let us haste to hear it,+ +HORATIO +
+And call the noblest to the audience.
+For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune:
+I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
+Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.
++Of that I shall have also cause to speak,+ +PRINCE FORTINBRAS +
+And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more;
+But let this same be presently perform'd,
+Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance
+On plots and errors, happen.
++Let four captains
+Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
+For he was likely, had he been put on,
+To have proved most royally: and, for his passage,
+The soldiers' music and the rites of war
+Speak loudly for him.
+Take up the bodies: such a sight as this
+Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
+Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
+A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off
+ diff --git a/data/hamlet.html b/data/hamlet.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..45fc334c1be01d10b9e53a81893a69acf1162d4e --- /dev/null +++ b/data/hamlet.html @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ + + + +Hamlet: List of Scenes + + + + + + ++
+ +The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark + + Shakespeare homepage + | Hamlet + Entire play in one page
+ ++Act 1, Scene 1: Elsinore. A platform before the castle.
+Act 1, Scene 2: A room of state in the castle.
+Act 1, Scene 3: A room in Polonius' house.
+Act 1, Scene 4: The platform.
+Act 1, Scene 5: Another part of the platform.
++Act 2, Scene 1: A room in POLONIUS' house.
+Act 2, Scene 2: A room in the castle.
++Act 3, Scene 1: A room in the castle.
+Act 3, Scene 2: A hall in the castle.
+Act 3, Scene 3: A room in the castle.
+Act 3, Scene 4: The Queen's closet.
++Act 4, Scene 1: A room in the castle.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Another room in the castle.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Another room in the castle.
+Act 4, Scene 4: A plain in Denmark.
+Act 4, Scene 5: Elsinore. A room in the castle.
+Act 4, Scene 6: Another room in the castle.
+Act 4, Scene 7: Another room in the castle.
++Act 5, Scene 1: A churchyard.
+
+Act 5, Scene 2: A hall in the castle.
+ + + + diff --git a/data/index.html b/data/index.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bb73fd434a4de6b677d5d4e997b05b7447baf2a0 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/index.html @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ + + +Henry VI, part 3: List of Scenes + + + + + + ++
+ +The Third part of King Henry the Sixth + + Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 + Entire play in one page
+ ++Act 1, Scene 1: London. The Parliament-house.
+Act 1, Scene 2: Sandal Castle.
+Act 1, Scene 3: Field of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and Wakefield.
+Act 1, Scene 4: Another part of the field.
++Act 2, Scene 1: A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire.
+Act 2, Scene 2: Before York.
+Act 2, Scene 3: A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in
+Act 2, Scene 4: Another part of the field.
+Act 2, Scene 5: Another part of the field.
+Act 2, Scene 6: Another part of the field.
++Act 3, Scene 1: A forest in the north of England.
+Act 3, Scene 2: London. The palace.
+Act 3, Scene 3: France. KING LEWIS XI's palace.
++Act 4, Scene 1: London. The palace.
+Act 4, Scene 2: A plain in Warwickshire.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Edward's camp, near Warwick.
+Act 4, Scene 4: London. The palace.
+Act 4, Scene 5: A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.
+Act 4, Scene 6: London. The Tower.
+Act 4, Scene 7: Before York.
+Act 4, Scene 8: London. The palace.
++Act 5, Scene 1: Coventry.
+
+Act 5, Scene 2: A field of battle near Barnet.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Another part of the field.
+Act 5, Scene 4: Plains near Tewksbury.
+Act 5, Scene 5: Another part of the field.
+Act 5, Scene 6: London. The Tower.
+Act 5, Scene 7: London. The palace.
+ + + + diff --git a/data/romeo_juliet.1.0.html b/data/romeo_juliet.1.0.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5b3847caa9d04282441714ab4a38bdd163a7acb2 --- /dev/null +++ b/data/romeo_juliet.1.0.html @@ -0,0 +1,53 @@ + + +PROLOGUE + + + + + + ++
+ +Romeo and Juliet + + Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + | Act 1, Prologue +
+ Next scene +PROLOGUE
+ ++Two households, both alike in dignity,+
+In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
+From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
+Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
+From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
+A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
+Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
+Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
+The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
+And the continuance of their parents' rage,
+Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
+Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
+The which if you with patient ears attend,
+What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
++
+ + + + + diff --git a/data/romeo_juliet.1.1.html b/data/romeo_juliet.1.1.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..40bd564177b74f7fd2994e47ebd5ead402b8d79b --- /dev/null +++ b/data/romeo_juliet.1.1.html @@ -0,0 +1,674 @@ + + + ++ Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + | Act 1, Prologue +
+ Next scene +SCENE I. Verona. A public place. + + + + + + ++
+ +Romeo and Juliet + + Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE I. Verona. A public place.
+ ++Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers ++ +SAMPSON ++Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.+ +GREGORY +
++No, for then we should be colliers.+ +SAMPSON +
++I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.+ +GREGORY +
++Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.+ +SAMPSON +
++I strike quickly, being moved.+ +GREGORY +
++But thou art not quickly moved to strike.+ +SAMPSON +
++A dog of the house of Montague moves me.+ +GREGORY +
++To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:+ +SAMPSON +
+therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
++A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will+ +GREGORY +
+take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
++That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes+ +SAMPSON +
+to the wall.
++True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,+ +GREGORY +
+are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
+Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
+to the wall.
++The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.+ +SAMPSON +
++'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I+ +GREGORY +
+have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
+maids, and cut off their heads.
++The heads of the maids?+ +SAMPSON +
++Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;+ +GREGORY +
+take it in what sense thou wilt.
++They must take it in sense that feel it.+ +SAMPSON +
++Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and+ +GREGORY +
+'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
++'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou+ +SAMPSON +
+hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
+two of the house of the Montagues.
++My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.+ +GREGORY +
++How! turn thy back and run?+ +SAMPSON +
++Fear me not.+ +GREGORY +
++No, marry; I fear thee!+ +SAMPSON +
++Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.+ +GREGORY +
++I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as+ +SAMPSON +
+they list.
++Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;+ +ABRAHAM +
+which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
+Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR
++Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?+ +SAMPSON +
++I do bite my thumb, sir.+ +ABRAHAM +
++Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?+ +SAMPSON +
++[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say+ +GREGORY +
+ay?
++No.+ +SAMPSON +
++No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I+ +GREGORY +
+bite my thumb, sir.
++Do you quarrel, sir?+ +ABRAHAM +
++Quarrel sir! no, sir.+ +SAMPSON +
++If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.+ +ABRAHAM +
++No better.+ +SAMPSON +
++Well, sir.+ +GREGORY +
++Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.+ +SAMPSON +
++Yes, better, sir.+ +ABRAHAM +
++You lie.+ +SAMPSON +
++Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.+ +BENVOLIO +
+They fight
+Enter BENVOLIO
++Part, fools!+ +TYBALT +
+Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
+Beats down their swords
+Enter TYBALT
++What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?+ +BENVOLIO +
+Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
++I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,+ +TYBALT +
+Or manage it to part these men with me.
++What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,+ +First Citizen +
+As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
+Have at thee, coward!
+They fight
+Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs
++Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!+ +CAPULET +
+Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
+Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET
++What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!+ +LADY CAPULET +
++A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?+ +CAPULET +
++My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,+ +MONTAGUE +
+And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
+Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE
++Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.+ +LADY MONTAGUE +
++Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.+ +PRINCE +
+Enter PRINCE, with Attendants
++Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,+ +MONTAGUE +
+Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
+Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
+That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
+With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
+On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
+Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
+And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
+Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
+By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
+Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
+And made Verona's ancient citizens
+Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
+To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
+Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
+If ever you disturb our streets again,
+Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
+For this time, all the rest depart away:
+You Capulet; shall go along with me:
+And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
+To know our further pleasure in this case,
+To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
+Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
+Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO
++Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?+ +BENVOLIO +
+Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
++Here were the servants of your adversary,+ +LADY MONTAGUE +
+And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
+I drew to part them: in the instant came
+The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
+Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
+He swung about his head and cut the winds,
+Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
+While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
+Came more and more and fought on part and part,
+Till the prince came, who parted either part.
++O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?+ +BENVOLIO +
+Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
++Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun+ +MONTAGUE +
+Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
+A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
+Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
+That westward rooteth from the city's side,
+So early walking did I see your son:
+Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
+And stole into the covert of the wood:
+I, measuring his affections by my own,
+That most are busied when they're most alone,
+Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
+And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
++Many a morning hath he there been seen,+ +BENVOLIO +
+With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
+Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
+But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
+Should in the furthest east begin to draw
+The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
+Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
+And private in his chamber pens himself,
+Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
+And makes himself an artificial night:
+Black and portentous must this humour prove,
+Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
++My noble uncle, do you know the cause?+ +MONTAGUE +
++I neither know it nor can learn of him.+ +BENVOLIO +
++Have you importuned him by any means?+ +MONTAGUE +
++Both by myself and many other friends:+ +BENVOLIO +
+But he, his own affections' counsellor,
+Is to himself--I will not say how true--
+But to himself so secret and so close,
+So far from sounding and discovery,
+As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
+Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
+Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
+Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
+We would as willingly give cure as know.
+Enter ROMEO
++See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;+ +MONTAGUE +
+I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
++I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,+ +BENVOLIO +
+To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
+Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE
++Good-morrow, cousin.+ +ROMEO +
++Is the day so young?+ +BENVOLIO +
++But new struck nine.+ +ROMEO +
++Ay me! sad hours seem long.+ +BENVOLIO +
+Was that my father that went hence so fast?
++It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?+ +ROMEO +
++Not having that, which, having, makes them short.+ +BENVOLIO +
++In love?+ +ROMEO +
++Out--+ +BENVOLIO +
++Of love?+ +ROMEO +
++Out of her favour, where I am in love.+ +BENVOLIO +
++Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,+ +ROMEO +
+Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
++Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,+ +BENVOLIO +
+Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
+Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
+Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
+Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
+Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
+O any thing, of nothing first create!
+O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
+Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
+Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
+sick health!
+Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
+This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
+Dost thou not laugh?
++No, coz, I rather weep.+ +ROMEO +
++Good heart, at what?+ +BENVOLIO +
++At thy good heart's oppression.+ +ROMEO +
++Why, such is love's transgression.+ +BENVOLIO +
+Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
+Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
+With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
+Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
+Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
+Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
+Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
+What is it else? a madness most discreet,
+A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
+Farewell, my coz.
++ Soft! I will go along;+ +ROMEO +
+An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
++Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;+ +BENVOLIO +
+This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
++Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.+ +ROMEO +
++What, shall I groan and tell thee?+ +BENVOLIO +
++Groan! why, no.+ +ROMEO +
+But sadly tell me who.
++Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:+ +BENVOLIO +
+Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
+In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
++I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.+ +ROMEO +
++A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.+ +BENVOLIO +
++A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.+ +ROMEO +
++Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit+ +BENVOLIO +
+With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
+And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
+From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
+She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
+Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
+Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
+O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
+That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
++Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?+ +ROMEO +
++She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,+ +BENVOLIO +
+For beauty starved with her severity
+Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
+She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
+To merit bliss by making me despair:
+She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
+Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
++Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.+ +ROMEO +
++O, teach me how I should forget to think.+ +BENVOLIO +
++By giving liberty unto thine eyes;+ +ROMEO +
+Examine other beauties.
++'Tis the way+ +BENVOLIO +
+To call hers exquisite, in question more:
+These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
+Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
+He that is strucken blind cannot forget
+The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
+Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
+What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
+Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
+Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
++I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant ++ +CAPULET ++But Montague is bound as well as I,+ +PARIS +
+In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
+For men so old as we to keep the peace.
++Of honourable reckoning are you both;+ +CAPULET +
+And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
+But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
++But saying o'er what I have said before:+ +PARIS +
+My child is yet a stranger in the world;
+She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
+Let two more summers wither in their pride,
+Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
++Younger than she are happy mothers made.+ +CAPULET +
++And too soon marr'd are those so early made.+ +Servant +
+The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
+She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
+But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
+My will to her consent is but a part;
+An she agree, within her scope of choice
+Lies my consent and fair according voice.
+This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
+Whereto I have invited many a guest,
+Such as I love; and you, among the store,
+One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
+At my poor house look to behold this night
+Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
+Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
+When well-apparell'd April on the heel
+Of limping winter treads, even such delight
+Among fresh female buds shall you this night
+Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
+And like her most whose merit most shall be:
+Which on more view, of many mine being one
+May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
+Come, go with me.
+To Servant, giving a paper
+Go, sirrah, trudge about
+Through fair Verona; find those persons out
+Whose names are written there, and to them say,
+My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
+Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS
++Find them out whose names are written here! It is+ +BENVOLIO +
+written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
+yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
+his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
+sent to find those persons whose names are here
+writ, and can never find what names the writing
+person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
+Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO
++Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,+ +ROMEO +
+One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
+Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
+One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
+Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
+And the rank poison of the old will die.
++Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.+ +BENVOLIO +
++For what, I pray thee?+ +ROMEO +
++For your broken shin.+ +BENVOLIO +
++Why, Romeo, art thou mad?+ +ROMEO +
++Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;+ +Servant +
+Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
+Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
++God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?+ +ROMEO +
++Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.+ +Servant +
++Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I+ +ROMEO +
+pray, can you read any thing you see?
++Ay, if I know the letters and the language.+ +Servant +
++Ye say honestly: rest you merry!+ +ROMEO +
++Stay, fellow; I can read.+ +Servant +
+Reads
+'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
+County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
+widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
+nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
+uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
+Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
+Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
+assembly: whither should they come?
++Up.+ +ROMEO +
++Whither?+ +Servant +
++To supper; to our house.+ +ROMEO +
++Whose house?+ +Servant +
++My master's.+ +ROMEO +
++Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.+ +Servant +
++Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the+ +BENVOLIO +
+great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
+of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
+Rest you merry!
+Exit
++At this same ancient feast of Capulet's+ +ROMEO +
+Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
+With all the admired beauties of Verona:
+Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
+Compare her face with some that I shall show,
+And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
++When the devout religion of mine eye+ +BENVOLIO +
+Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
+And these, who often drown'd could never die,
+Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
+One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
+Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
++Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,+ +ROMEO +
+Herself poised with herself in either eye:
+But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
+Your lady's love against some other maid
+That I will show you shining at this feast,
+And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
++I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,+
+But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse ++ +LADY CAPULET ++Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.+ +Nurse +
++Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,+ +JULIET +
+I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
+God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
+Enter JULIET
++How now! who calls?+ +Nurse +
++Your mother.+ +JULIET +
++Madam, I am here.+ +LADY CAPULET +
+What is your will?
++This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,+ +Nurse +
+We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
+I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
+Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
++Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.+ +LADY CAPULET +
++She's not fourteen.+ +Nurse +
++I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--+ +LADY CAPULET +
+And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
+She is not fourteen. How long is it now
+To Lammas-tide?
++ A fortnight and odd days.+ +Nurse +
++Even or odd, of all days in the year,+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
+Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
+Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
+She was too good for me: but, as I said,
+On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
+That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
+'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
+And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
+Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
+For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
+Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
+My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
+Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
+When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
+Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
+To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
+Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
+To bid me trudge:
+And since that time it is eleven years;
+For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
+She could have run and waddled all about;
+For even the day before, she broke her brow:
+And then my husband--God be with his soul!
+A' was a merry man--took up the child:
+'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
+Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
+Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
+The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
+To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
+I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
+I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
+And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
++Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.+ +Nurse +
++Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,+ +JULIET +
+To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
+And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
+A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
+A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
+'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
+Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
+Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
++And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.+ +Nurse +
++Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
+An I might live to see thee married once,
+I have my wish.
++Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme+ +JULIET +
+I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
+How stands your disposition to be married?
++It is an honour that I dream not of.+ +Nurse +
++An honour! were not I thine only nurse,+ +LADY CAPULET +
+I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
++Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,+ +Nurse +
+Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
+Are made already mothers: by my count,
+I was your mother much upon these years
+That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
+The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
++A man, young lady! lady, such a man+ +LADY CAPULET +
+As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.
++Verona's summer hath not such a flower.+ +Nurse +
++Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.+ +LADY CAPULET +
++What say you? can you love the gentleman?+ +Nurse +
+This night you shall behold him at our feast;
+Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
+And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
+Examine every married lineament,
+And see how one another lends content
+And what obscured in this fair volume lies
+Find written in the margent of his eyes.
+This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
+To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
+The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
+For fair without the fair within to hide:
+That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
+That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
+So shall you share all that he doth possess,
+By having him, making yourself no less.
++No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.+ +LADY CAPULET +
++Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?+ +JULIET +
++I'll look to like, if looking liking move:+ +Servant +
+But no more deep will I endart mine eye
+Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
+Enter a Servant
++Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you+ +LADY CAPULET +
+called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
+the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
+hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
++We follow thee.+ +Nurse +
+Exit Servant
+Juliet, the county stays.
++Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others ++ +ROMEO ++What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?+ +BENVOLIO +
+Or shall we on without a apology?
++The date is out of such prolixity:+ +ROMEO +
+We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
+Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
+Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
+Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
+After the prompter, for our entrance:
+But let them measure us by what they will;
+We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
++Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;+ +MERCUTIO +
+Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
++Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.+ +ROMEO +
++Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes+ +MERCUTIO +
+With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
+So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
++You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,+ +ROMEO +
+And soar with them above a common bound.
++I am too sore enpierced with his shaft+ +MERCUTIO +
+To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
+I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
+Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
++And, to sink in it, should you burden love;+ +ROMEO +
+Too great oppression for a tender thing.
++Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,+ +MERCUTIO +
+Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
++If love be rough with you, be rough with love;+ +BENVOLIO +
+Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
+Give me a case to put my visage in:
+A visor for a visor! what care I
+What curious eye doth quote deformities?
+Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
++Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,+ +ROMEO +
+But every man betake him to his legs.
++A torch for me: let wantons light of heart+ +MERCUTIO +
+Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
+For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
+I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
+The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
++Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:+ +ROMEO +
+If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
+Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
+Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
++Nay, that's not so.+ +MERCUTIO +
++I mean, sir, in delay+ +ROMEO +
+We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
+Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
+Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
++And we mean well in going to this mask;+ +MERCUTIO +
+But 'tis no wit to go.
++Why, may one ask?+ +ROMEO +
++I dream'd a dream to-night.+ +MERCUTIO +
++And so did I.+ +ROMEO +
++Well, what was yours?+ +MERCUTIO +
++That dreamers often lie.+ +ROMEO +
++In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.+ +MERCUTIO +
++O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.+ +ROMEO +
+She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
+In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
+On the fore-finger of an alderman,
+Drawn with a team of little atomies
+Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
+Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
+The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
+The traces of the smallest spider's web,
+The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
+Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
+Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
+Not so big as a round little worm
+Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
+Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
+Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
+Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
+And in this state she gallops night by night
+Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
+O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
+O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
+O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
+Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
+Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
+Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
+And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
+And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
+Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
+Then dreams, he of another benefice:
+Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
+And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
+Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
+Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
+Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
+And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
+And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
+That plats the manes of horses in the night,
+And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
+Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
+This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
+That presses them and learns them first to bear,
+Making them women of good carriage:
+This is she--
++ Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!+ +MERCUTIO +
+Thou talk'st of nothing.
++True, I talk of dreams,+ +BENVOLIO +
+Which are the children of an idle brain,
+Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
+Which is as thin of substance as the air
+And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
+Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
+And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
+Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
++This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;+ +ROMEO +
+Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
++I fear, too early: for my mind misgives+ +BENVOLIO +
+Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
+Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
+With this night's revels and expire the term
+Of a despised life closed in my breast
+By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
+But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
+Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
++Strike, drum.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins ++ +First Servant ++Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He+ +Second Servant +
+shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
++When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's+ +First Servant +
+hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
++Away with the joint-stools, remove the+ +Second Servant +
+court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
+me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
+the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
+Antony, and Potpan!
++Ay, boy, ready.+ +First Servant +
++You are looked for and called for, asked for and+ +Second Servant +
+sought for, in the great chamber.
++We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be+ +CAPULET +
+brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
+Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers
++Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes+ +Second Capulet +
+Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
+Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
+Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
+She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
+Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
+That I have worn a visor and could tell
+A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
+Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
+You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
+A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
+Music plays, and they dance
+More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
+And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
+Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
+Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
+For you and I are past our dancing days:
+How long is't now since last yourself and I
+Were in a mask?
++ By'r lady, thirty years.+ +CAPULET +
++What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:+ +Second Capulet +
+'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
+Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
+Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
++'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;+ +CAPULET +
+His son is thirty.
++ Will you tell me that?+ +ROMEO +
+His son was but a ward two years ago.
++[To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth+ +Servant +
+enrich the hand
+Of yonder knight?
++I know not, sir.+ +ROMEO +
++O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!+ +TYBALT +
+It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
+Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
+Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
+So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
+As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
+The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
+And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
+Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
+For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
++This, by his voice, should be a Montague.+ +CAPULET +
+Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
+Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
+To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
+Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
+To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
++Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?+ +TYBALT +
++Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,+ +CAPULET +
+A villain that is hither come in spite,
+To scorn at our solemnity this night.
++Young Romeo is it?+ +TYBALT +
++'Tis he, that villain Romeo.+ +CAPULET +
++Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;+ +TYBALT +
+He bears him like a portly gentleman;
+And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
+To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
+I would not for the wealth of all the town
+Here in my house do him disparagement:
+Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
+It is my will, the which if thou respect,
+Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
+And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
++It fits, when such a villain is a guest:+ +CAPULET +
+I'll not endure him.
++He shall be endured:+ +TYBALT +
+What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
+Am I the master here, or you? go to.
+You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
+You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
+You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
++Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.+ +CAPULET +
++Go to, go to;+ +TYBALT +
+You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
+This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
+You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
+Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
+Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
+I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
++Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting+ +ROMEO +
+Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
+I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
+Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
+Exit
++[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand+ +JULIET +
+This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
+My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
+To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
++Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,+ +ROMEO +
+Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
+For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
+And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
++Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?+ +JULIET +
++Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.+ +ROMEO +
++O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;+ +JULIET +
+They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
++Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.+ +ROMEO +
++Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.+ +JULIET +
+Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
++Then have my lips the sin that they have took.+ +ROMEO +
++Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!+ +JULIET +
+Give me my sin again.
++You kiss by the book.+ +Nurse +
++Madam, your mother craves a word with you.+ +ROMEO +
++What is her mother?+ +Nurse +
++Marry, bachelor,+ +ROMEO +
+Her mother is the lady of the house,
+And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
+I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
+I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
+Shall have the chinks.
++Is she a Capulet?+ +BENVOLIO +
+O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
++Away, begone; the sport is at the best.+ +ROMEO +
++Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.+ +CAPULET +
++Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;+ +JULIET +
+We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
+Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
+I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
+More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
+Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
+I'll to my rest.
+Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse
++Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?+ +Nurse +
++The son and heir of old Tiberio.+ +JULIET +
++What's he that now is going out of door?+ +Nurse +
++Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.+ +JULIET +
++What's he that follows there, that would not dance?+ +Nurse +
++I know not.+ +JULIET +
++Go ask his name: if he be married.+ +Nurse +
+My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
++His name is Romeo, and a Montague;+ +JULIET +
+The only son of your great enemy.
++My only love sprung from my only hate!+ +Nurse +
+Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
+Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
+That I must love a loathed enemy.
++What's this? what's this?+ +JULIET +
++A rhyme I learn'd even now+ +Nurse +
+Of one I danced withal.
+One calls within 'Juliet.'
++Anon, anon!
+Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter Chorus ++ +Chorus ++Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,+
+And young affection gapes to be his heir;
+That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
+With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
+Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
+Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
+But to his foe supposed he must complain,
+And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
+Being held a foe, he may not have access
+To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
+And she as much in love, her means much less
+To meet her new-beloved any where:
+But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
+Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
+Exit
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+ ++Enter ROMEO ++ +ROMEO ++Can I go forward when my heart is here?+ +BENVOLIO +
+Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
+He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it
+Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO
++Romeo! my cousin Romeo!+ +MERCUTIO +
++He is wise;+ +BENVOLIO +
+And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
++He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:+ +MERCUTIO +
+Call, good Mercutio.
++Nay, I'll conjure too.+ +BENVOLIO +
+Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
+Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
+Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
+Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
+Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
+One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
+Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
+When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
+He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
+The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
+I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
+By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
+By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
+And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
+That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
++And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.+ +MERCUTIO +
++This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him+ +BENVOLIO +
+To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
+Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
+Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
+That were some spite: my invocation
+Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name
+I conjure only but to raise up him.
++Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,+ +MERCUTIO +
+To be consorted with the humorous night:
+Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
++If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.+ +BENVOLIO +
+Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
+And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
+As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
+Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
+An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
+Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
+This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
+Come, shall we go?
++ Go, then; for 'tis in vain+
+To seek him here that means not to be found.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter ROMEO ++ +ROMEO ++He jests at scars that never felt a wound.+ +JULIET +
+JULIET appears above at a window
+But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
+It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
+Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
+Who is already sick and pale with grief,
+That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
+Be not her maid, since she is envious;
+Her vestal livery is but sick and green
+And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
+It is my lady, O, it is my love!
+O, that she knew she were!
+She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
+Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
+I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
+Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
+Having some business, do entreat her eyes
+To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
+What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
+The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
+As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
+Would through the airy region stream so bright
+That birds would sing and think it were not night.
+See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
+O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
+That I might touch that cheek!
++Ay me!+ +ROMEO +
++She speaks:+ +JULIET +
+O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
+As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
+As is a winged messenger of heaven
+Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
+Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
+When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
+And sails upon the bosom of the air.
++O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?+ +ROMEO +
+Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
+Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
+And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
++[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?+ +JULIET +
++'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;+ +ROMEO +
+Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
+What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
+Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
+Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
+What's in a name? that which we call a rose
+By any other name would smell as sweet;
+So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
+Retain that dear perfection which he owes
+Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
+And for that name which is no part of thee
+Take all myself.
++ I take thee at thy word:+ +JULIET +
+Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
+Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
++What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night+ +ROMEO +
+So stumblest on my counsel?
++By a name+ +JULIET +
+I know not how to tell thee who I am:
+My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
+Because it is an enemy to thee;
+Had I it written, I would tear the word.
++My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words+ +ROMEO +
+Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
+Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
++Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.+ +JULIET +
++How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?+ +ROMEO +
+The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
+And the place death, considering who thou art,
+If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
++With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;+ +JULIET +
+For stony limits cannot hold love out,
+And what love can do that dares love attempt;
+Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
++If they do see thee, they will murder thee.+ +ROMEO +
++Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye+ +JULIET +
+Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
+And I am proof against their enmity.
++I would not for the world they saw thee here.+ +ROMEO +
++I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;+ +JULIET +
+And but thou love me, let them find me here:
+My life were better ended by their hate,
+Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
++By whose direction found'st thou out this place?+ +ROMEO +
++By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;+ +JULIET +
+He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
+I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
+As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
+I would adventure for such merchandise.
++Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,+ +ROMEO +
+Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
+For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
+Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
+What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
+Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
+And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
+Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
+Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
+If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
+Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
+I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
+So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
+In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
+And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
+But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
+Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
+I should have been more strange, I must confess,
+But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
+My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
+And not impute this yielding to light love,
+Which the dark night hath so discovered.
++Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear+ +JULIET +
+That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
++O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,+ +ROMEO +
+That monthly changes in her circled orb,
+Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
++What shall I swear by?+ +JULIET +
++Do not swear at all;+ +ROMEO +
+Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
+Which is the god of my idolatry,
+And I'll believe thee.
++If my heart's dear love--+ +JULIET +
++Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,+ +ROMEO +
+I have no joy of this contract to-night:
+It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
+Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
+Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
+This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
+May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
+Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
+Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
++O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?+ +JULIET +
++What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?+ +ROMEO +
++The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.+ +JULIET +
++I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:+ +ROMEO +
+And yet I would it were to give again.
++Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?+ +JULIET +
++But to be frank, and give it thee again.+ +ROMEO +
+And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
+My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
+My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
+The more I have, for both are infinite.
+Nurse calls within
+I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
+Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
+Stay but a little, I will come again.
+Exit, above
++O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.+ +JULIET +
+Being in night, all this is but a dream,
+Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
+Re-enter JULIET, above
++Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.+ +Nurse +
+If that thy bent of love be honourable,
+Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
+By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
+Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
+And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
+And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
++[Within] Madam!+ +JULIET +
++I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,+ +Nurse +
+I do beseech thee--
++[Within] Madam!+ +JULIET +
++By and by, I come:--+ +ROMEO +
+To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
+To-morrow will I send.
++So thrive my soul--+ +JULIET +
++A thousand times good night!+ +ROMEO +
+Exit, above
++A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.+ +JULIET +
+Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
+their books,
+But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
+Retiring
+Re-enter JULIET, above
++Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,+ +ROMEO +
+To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
+Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
+Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
+And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
+With repetition of my Romeo's name.
++It is my soul that calls upon my name:+ +JULIET +
+How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
+Like softest music to attending ears!
++Romeo!+ +ROMEO +
++ My dear?+ +JULIET +
++ At what o'clock to-morrow+ +ROMEO +
+Shall I send to thee?
++At the hour of nine.+ +JULIET +
++I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.+ +ROMEO +
+I have forgot why I did call thee back.
++Let me stand here till thou remember it.+ +JULIET +
++I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,+ +ROMEO +
+Remembering how I love thy company.
++And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,+ +JULIET +
+Forgetting any other home but this.
++'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:+ +ROMEO +
+And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
+Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
+Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
+And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
+So loving-jealous of his liberty.
++I would I were thy bird.+ +JULIET +
++Sweet, so would I:+ +ROMEO +
+Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
+Good night, good night! parting is such
+sweet sorrow,
+That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
+Exit above
++Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!+
+Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
+Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
+His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
+Exit
++
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+ ++Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket ++ +FRIAR LAURENCE ++The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,+ +ROMEO +
+Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
+And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
+From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
+Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
+The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
+I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
+With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
+The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
+What is her burying grave that is her womb,
+And from her womb children of divers kind
+We sucking on her natural bosom find,
+Many for many virtues excellent,
+None but for some and yet all different.
+O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
+In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
+For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
+But to the earth some special good doth give,
+Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
+Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
+Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
+And vice sometimes by action dignified.
+Within the infant rind of this small flower
+Poison hath residence and medicine power:
+For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
+Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
+Two such opposed kings encamp them still
+In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
+And where the worser is predominant,
+Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
+Enter ROMEO
++Good morrow, father.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++Benedicite!+ +ROMEO +
+What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
+Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
+So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
+Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
+And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
+But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
+Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
+Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
+Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
+Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
+Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
++That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?+ +ROMEO +
++With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
++That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?+ +ROMEO +
++I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I have been feasting with mine enemy,
+Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
+That's by me wounded: both our remedies
+Within thy help and holy physic lies:
+I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
+My intercession likewise steads my foe.
++Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;+ +ROMEO +
+Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
++Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
+As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
+And all combined, save what thou must combine
+By holy marriage: when and where and how
+We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
+I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
+That thou consent to marry us to-day.
++Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!+ +ROMEO +
+Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
+So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
+Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
+Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
+Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
+How much salt water thrown away in waste,
+To season love, that of it doth not taste!
+The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
+Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
+Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
+Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
+If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
+Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
+And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
+Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
++Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.+ +ROMEO +
++And bad'st me bury love.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++Not in a grave,+ +ROMEO +
+To lay one in, another out to have.
++I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
+The other did not so.
++O, she knew well+ +ROMEO +
+Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
+But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
+In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
+For this alliance may so happy prove,
+To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
++O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO ++ +MERCUTIO ++Where the devil should this Romeo be?+ +BENVOLIO +
+Came he not home to-night?
++Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.+ +BENVOLIO +
+Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
++Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,+ +MERCUTIO +
+Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
++A challenge, on my life.+ +BENVOLIO +
++Romeo will answer it.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Any man that can write may answer a letter.+ +BENVOLIO +
++Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he+ +MERCUTIO +
+dares, being dared.
++Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a+ +BENVOLIO +
+white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a
+love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the
+blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to
+encounter Tybalt?
++Why, what is Tybalt?+ +MERCUTIO +
++More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is+ +BENVOLIO +
+the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
+you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
+proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
+the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk
+button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
+very first house, of the first and second cause:
+ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the
+hai!
++The what?+ +MERCUTIO +
++The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting+ +BENVOLIO +
+fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
+a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
+whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
+grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
+these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
+perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
+that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
+bones, their bones!
+Enter ROMEO
++Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,+ +ROMEO +
+how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
+that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
+kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
+be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
+Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
+eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
+Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
+to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
+fairly last night.
++Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?+ +MERCUTIO +
++The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?+ +ROMEO +
++Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in+ +MERCUTIO +
+such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
++That's as much as to say, such a case as yours+ +ROMEO +
+constrains a man to bow in the hams.
++Meaning, to court'sy.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Thou hast most kindly hit it.+ +ROMEO +
++A most courteous exposition.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.+ +ROMEO +
++Pink for flower.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Right.+ +ROMEO +
++Why, then is my pump well flowered.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast+ +ROMEO +
+worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
+is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
++O single-soled jest, solely singular for the+ +MERCUTIO +
+singleness.
++Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.+ +ROMEO +
++Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have+ +ROMEO +
+done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
+thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
+was I with you there for the goose?
++Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast+ +MERCUTIO +
+not there for the goose.
++I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.+ +ROMEO +
++Nay, good goose, bite not.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most+ +ROMEO +
+sharp sauce.
++And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?+ +MERCUTIO +
++O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an+ +ROMEO +
+inch narrow to an ell broad!
++I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added+ +MERCUTIO +
+to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
++Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?+ +BENVOLIO +
+now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
+thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
+for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
+that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
++Stop there, stop there.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.+ +BENVOLIO +
++Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.+ +MERCUTIO +
++O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:+ +ROMEO +
+for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
+meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
++Here's goodly gear!+ +MERCUTIO +
+Enter Nurse and PETER
++A sail, a sail!+ +BENVOLIO +
++Two, two; a shirt and a smock.+ +Nurse +
++Peter!+ +PETER +
++Anon!+ +Nurse +
++My fan, Peter.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the+ +Nurse +
+fairer face.
++God ye good morrow, gentlemen.+ +MERCUTIO +
++God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.+ +Nurse +
++Is it good den?+ +MERCUTIO +
++'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the+ +Nurse +
+dial is now upon the prick of noon.
++Out upon you! what a man are you!+ +ROMEO +
++One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to+ +Nurse +
+mar.
++By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'+ +ROMEO +
+quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
+may find the young Romeo?
++I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when+ +Nurse +
+you have found him than he was when you sought him:
+I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
++You say well.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;+ +Nurse +
+wisely, wisely.
++if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with+ +BENVOLIO +
+you.
++She will indite him to some supper.+ +MERCUTIO +
++A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!+ +ROMEO +
++What hast thou found?+ +MERCUTIO +
++No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,+ +ROMEO +
+that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
+Sings
+An old hare hoar,
+And an old hare hoar,
+Is very good meat in lent
+But a hare that is hoar
+Is too much for a score,
+When it hoars ere it be spent.
+Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
+to dinner, thither.
++I will follow you.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,+ +Nurse +
+Singing
+'lady, lady, lady.'
+Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO
++Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy+ +ROMEO +
+merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
++A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,+ +Nurse +
+and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
+to in a month.
++An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him+ +PETER +
+down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
+Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
+Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
+none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
+too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
++I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon+ +Nurse +
+should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare
+draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
+good quarrel, and the law on my side.
++Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about+ +ROMEO +
+me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
+and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
+out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
+but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
+a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
+kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
+is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
+with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
+to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
++Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I+ +Nurse +
+protest unto thee--
++Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:+ +ROMEO +
+Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
++What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.+ +Nurse +
++I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as+ +ROMEO +
+I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
++Bid her devise+ +Nurse +
+Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
+And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
+Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
++No truly sir; not a penny.+ +ROMEO +
++Go to; I say you shall.+ +Nurse +
++This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.+ +ROMEO +
++And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:+ +Nurse +
+Within this hour my man shall be with thee
+And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
+Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
+Must be my convoy in the secret night.
+Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
+Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
++Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.+ +ROMEO +
++What say'st thou, my dear nurse?+ +Nurse +
++Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,+ +ROMEO +
+Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
++I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.+ +NURSE +
++Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,+ +ROMEO +
+Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there
+is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
+lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
+see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
+sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
+man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
+as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not
+rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
++Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.+ +Nurse +
++Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for+ +ROMEO +
+the--No; I know it begins with some other
+letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of
+it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
+to hear it.
++Commend me to thy lady.+ +Nurse +
++Ay, a thousand times.+ +PETER +
+Exit Romeo
+Peter!
++Anon!+ +Nurse +
++Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter JULIET ++ +JULIET ++The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;+ +Nurse +
+In half an hour she promised to return.
+Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
+O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
+Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
+Driving back shadows over louring hills:
+Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
+And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
+Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
+Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
+Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
+Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
+She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
+My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
+And his to me:
+But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
+Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
+O God, she comes!
+Enter Nurse and PETER
+O honey nurse, what news?
+Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
++Peter, stay at the gate.+ +JULIET +
+Exit PETER
++Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?+ +Nurse +
+Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
+If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
+By playing it to me with so sour a face.
++I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:+ +JULIET +
+Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!
++I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:+ +Nurse +
+Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.
++Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?+ +JULIET +
+Do you not see that I am out of breath?
++How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath+ +Nurse +
+To say to me that thou art out of breath?
+The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
+Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
+Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
+Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
+Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
++Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not+ +JULIET +
+how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
+face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
+all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
+though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
+past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
+but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
+ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?
++No, no: but all this did I know before.+ +Nurse +
+What says he of our marriage? what of that?
++Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!+ +JULIET +
+It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
+My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
+Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
+To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
++I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.+ +Nurse +
+Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
++Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a+ +JULIET +
+courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
+warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?
++Where is my mother! why, she is within;+ +Nurse +
+Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
+'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
+Where is your mother?'
++O God's lady dear!+ +JULIET +
+Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
+Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
+Henceforward do your messages yourself.
++Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?+ +Nurse +
++Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?+ +JULIET +
++I have.+ +Nurse +
++Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;+ +JULIET +
+There stays a husband to make you a wife:
+Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
+They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
+Hie you to church; I must another way,
+To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
+Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
+I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
+But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
+Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.
++Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.+
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO ++ +FRIAR LAURENCE ++So smile the heavens upon this holy act,+ +ROMEO +
+That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
++Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
+That one short minute gives me in her sight:
+Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
+Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
+It is enough I may but call her mine.
++These violent delights have violent ends+ +JULIET +
+And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
+Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
+Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
+And in the taste confounds the appetite:
+Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
+Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
+Enter JULIET
+Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
+Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
+A lover may bestride the gossamer
+That idles in the wanton summer air,
+And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
++Good even to my ghostly confessor.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.+ +JULIET +
++As much to him, else is his thanks too much.+ +ROMEO +
++Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy+ +JULIET +
+Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
+To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
+This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
+Unfold the imagined happiness that both
+Receive in either by this dear encounter.
++Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
+They are but beggars that can count their worth;
+But my true love is grown to such excess
+I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
++Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
+For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
+Till holy church incorporate two in one.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants ++ +BENVOLIO ++I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:+ +MERCUTIO +
+The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
+And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
+For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
++Thou art like one of those fellows that when he+ +BENVOLIO +
+enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
+upon the table and says 'God send me no need of
+thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws
+it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
++Am I like such a fellow?+ +MERCUTIO +
++Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as+ +BENVOLIO +
+any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as
+soon moody to be moved.
++And what to?+ +MERCUTIO +
++Nay, an there were two such, we should have none+ +BENVOLIO +
+shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
+thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
+or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
+wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
+other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
+eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
+Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
+meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
+an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
+man for coughing in the street, because he hath
+wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
+didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
+his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
+tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
+wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
++An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man+ +MERCUTIO +
+should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
++The fee-simple! O simple!+ +BENVOLIO +
++By my head, here come the Capulets.+ +MERCUTIO +
++By my heel, I care not.+ +TYBALT +
+Enter TYBALT and others
++Follow me close, for I will speak to them.+ +MERCUTIO +
+Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
++And but one word with one of us? couple it with+ +TYBALT +
+something; make it a word and a blow.
++You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you+ +MERCUTIO +
+will give me occasion.
++Could you not take some occasion without giving?+ +TYBALT +
++Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--+ +MERCUTIO +
++Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an+ +BENVOLIO +
+thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
+discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
+make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
++We talk here in the public haunt of men:+ +MERCUTIO +
+Either withdraw unto some private place,
+And reason coldly of your grievances,
+Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
++Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;+ +TYBALT +
+I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
+Enter ROMEO
++Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.+ +MERCUTIO +
++But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:+ +TYBALT +
+Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;
+Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'
++Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford+ +ROMEO +
+No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
++Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee+ +TYBALT +
+Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
+To such a greeting: villain am I none;
+Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
++Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries+ +ROMEO +
+That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
++I do protest, I never injured thee,+ +MERCUTIO +
+But love thee better than thou canst devise,
+Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
+And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
+As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.
++O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!+ +TYBALT +
+Alla stoccata carries it away.
+Draws
+Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
++What wouldst thou have with me?+ +MERCUTIO +
++Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine+ +TYBALT +
+lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
+shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
+eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
+by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
+ears ere it be out.
++I am for you.+ +ROMEO +
+Drawing
++Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Come, sir, your passado.+ +ROMEO +
+They fight
++Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.+ +MERCUTIO +
+Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
+Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
+Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
+Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!
+TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers
++I am hurt.+ +BENVOLIO +
+A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
+Is he gone, and hath nothing?
++What, art thou hurt?+ +MERCUTIO +
++Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.+ +ROMEO +
+Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
+Exit Page
++Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.+ +MERCUTIO +
++No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a+ +ROMEO +
+church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
+me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
+am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
+both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
+cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
+rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
+arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
+was hurt under your arm.
++I thought all for the best.+ +MERCUTIO +
++Help me into some house, Benvolio,+ +ROMEO +
+Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
+They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
+And soundly too: your houses!
+Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO
++This gentleman, the prince's near ally,+ +BENVOLIO +
+My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
+In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
+With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
+Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
+Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
+And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
+Re-enter BENVOLIO
++O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!+ +ROMEO +
+That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
+Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
++This day's black fate on more days doth depend;+ +BENVOLIO +
+This but begins the woe, others must end.
++Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.+ +ROMEO +
++Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!+ +TYBALT +
+Away to heaven, respective lenity,
+And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
+Re-enter TYBALT
+Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
+That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
+Is but a little way above our heads,
+Staying for thine to keep him company:
+Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
++Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,+ +ROMEO +
+Shalt with him hence.
++This shall determine that.+ +BENVOLIO +
+They fight; TYBALT falls
++Romeo, away, be gone!+ +ROMEO +
+The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
+Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
+If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
++O, I am fortune's fool!+ +BENVOLIO +
++Why dost thou stay?+ +First Citizen +
+Exit ROMEO
+Enter Citizens, & c
++Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
++There lies that Tybalt.+ +First Citizen +
++Up, sir, go with me;+ +PRINCE +
+I charge thee in the princes name, obey.
+Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others
++Where are the vile beginners of this fray?+ +BENVOLIO +
++O noble prince, I can discover all+ +LADY CAPULET +
+The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
+There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
+That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
++Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!+ +PRINCE +
+O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
+O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
+For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
+O cousin, cousin!
++Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?+ +BENVOLIO +
++Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
+How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
+Your high displeasure: all this uttered
+With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
+Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
+Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
+With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
+Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
+And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
+Cold death aside, and with the other sends
+It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
+Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
+'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
+his tongue,
+His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
+And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
+An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
+Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
+But by and by comes back to Romeo,
+Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
+And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
+Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
+And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
+This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
++He is a kinsman to the Montague;+ +PRINCE +
+Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
+Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
+And all those twenty could but kill one life.
+I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
+Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
++Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;+ +MONTAGUE +
+Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
++Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;+ +PRINCE +
+His fault concludes but what the law should end,
+The life of Tybalt.
++And for that offence+
+Immediately we do exile him hence:
+I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
+My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
+But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
+That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
+I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
+Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
+Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
+Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
+Bear hence this body and attend our will:
+Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter JULIET ++ +JULIET ++Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,+ +Nurse +
+Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
+As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
+And bring in cloudy night immediately.
+Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
+That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
+Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
+Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
+By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
+It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
+Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
+And learn me how to lose a winning match,
+Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
+Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
+With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
+Think true love acted simple modesty.
+Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
+For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
+Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
+Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
+Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
+Take him and cut him out in little stars,
+And he will make the face of heaven so fine
+That all the world will be in love with night
+And pay no worship to the garish sun.
+O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
+But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
+Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
+As is the night before some festival
+To an impatient child that hath new robes
+And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
+And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
+But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
+Enter Nurse, with cords
+Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
+That Romeo bid thee fetch?
++Ay, ay, the cords.+ +JULIET +
+Throws them down
++Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?+ +Nurse +
++Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!+ +JULIET +
+We are undone, lady, we are undone!
+Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
++Can heaven be so envious?+ +Nurse +
++Romeo can,+ +JULIET +
+Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
+Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
++What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?+ +Nurse +
+This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
+Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
+And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
+Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
+I am not I, if there be such an I;
+Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'
+If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:
+Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
++I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--+ +JULIET +
+God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
+A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
+Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
+All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
++O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!+ +Nurse +
+To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
+Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
+And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
++O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!+ +JULIET +
+O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
+That ever I should live to see thee dead!
++What storm is this that blows so contrary?+ +Nurse +
+Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
+My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
+Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
+For who is living, if those two are gone?
++Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;+ +JULIET +
+Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
++O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?+ +Nurse +
++It did, it did; alas the day, it did!+ +JULIET +
++O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!+ +Nurse +
+Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
+Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
+Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
+Despised substance of divinest show!
+Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
+A damned saint, an honourable villain!
+O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
+When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
+In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
+Was ever book containing such vile matter
+So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
+In such a gorgeous palace!
++There's no trust,+ +JULIET +
+No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
+All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
+Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:
+These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
+Shame come to Romeo!
++Blister'd be thy tongue+ +Nurse +
+For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
+Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
+For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
+Sole monarch of the universal earth.
+O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
++Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?+ +JULIET +
++Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?+ +Nurse +
+Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
+When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
+But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
+That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
+Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
+Your tributary drops belong to woe,
+Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
+My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
+And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
+All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
+Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
+That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
+But, O, it presses to my memory,
+Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
+'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;'
+That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
+Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
+Was woe enough, if it had ended there:
+Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
+And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
+Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
+Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
+Which modern lamentations might have moved?
+But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
+'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,
+Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
+All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'
+There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
+In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
+Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
++Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:+ +JULIET +
+Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
++Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,+ +Nurse +
+When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
+Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,
+Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:
+He made you for a highway to my bed;
+But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
+Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
+And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
++Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo+ +JULIET +
+To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
+Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:
+I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
++O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,+
+And bid him come to take his last farewell.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter FRIAR LAURENCE ++ +FRIAR LAURENCE ++Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:+ +ROMEO +
+Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
+And thou art wedded to calamity.
+Enter ROMEO
++Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
+That I yet know not?
++Too familiar+ +ROMEO +
+Is my dear son with such sour company:
+I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
++What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,+ +ROMEO +
+Not body's death, but body's banishment.
++Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+For exile hath more terror in his look,
+Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'
++Hence from Verona art thou banished:+ +ROMEO +
+Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
++There is no world without Verona walls,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
+Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
+And world's exile is death: then banished,
+Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
+Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
+And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
++O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!+ +ROMEO +
+Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
+Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
+And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
+This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
++'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
+And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
+Live here in heaven and may look on her;
+But Romeo may not: more validity,
+More honourable state, more courtship lives
+In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
+On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
+And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
+Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
+Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
+But Romeo may not; he is banished:
+Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
+They are free men, but I am banished.
+And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
+Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
+No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
+But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?
+O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
+Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
+Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
+A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
+To mangle me with that word 'banished'?
++Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.+ +ROMEO +
++O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:+ +ROMEO +
+Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
+To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
++Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
+Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
+It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.
++O, then I see that madmen have no ears.+ +ROMEO +
++How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.+ +ROMEO +
++Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
+An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
+Doting like me and like me banished,
+Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
+And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
+Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
+Knocking within
++Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.+ +ROMEO +
++Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
+Knocking
++Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;+ +Nurse +
+Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;
+Knocking
+Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
+What simpleness is this! I come, I come!
+Knocking
+Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?
++[Within] Let me come in, and you shall know+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+my errand;
+I come from Lady Juliet.
++Welcome, then.+ +Nurse +
+Enter Nurse
++O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
++There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.+ +Nurse +
++O, he is even in my mistress' case,+ +ROMEO +
+Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
+Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
+Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
+Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
+For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
+Why should you fall into so deep an O?
++Nurse!+ +Nurse +
++Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.+ +ROMEO +
++Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?+ +Nurse +
+Doth she not think me an old murderer,
+Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
+With blood removed but little from her own?
+Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
+My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
++O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;+ +ROMEO +
+And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
+And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
+And then down falls again.
++As if that name,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
+Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
+Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
+In what vile part of this anatomy
+Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
+The hateful mansion.
+Drawing his sword
++Hold thy desperate hand:+ +Nurse +
+Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
+Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
+The unreasonable fury of a beast:
+Unseemly woman in a seeming man!
+Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
+Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
+I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
+Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
+And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
+By doing damned hate upon thyself?
+Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?
+Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
+In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
+Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
+Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
+And usest none in that true use indeed
+Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
+Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
+Digressing from the valour of a man;
+Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
+Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
+Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
+Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
+Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
+Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
+And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
+What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
+For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
+There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
+But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
+The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
+And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
+A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
+Happiness courts thee in her best array;
+But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
+Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
+Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
+Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
+Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
+But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
+For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
+Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
+To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
+Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
+With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
+Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
+Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
+And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
+Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
+Romeo is coming.
++O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night+ +ROMEO +
+To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
+My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
++Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.+ +Nurse +
++Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:+ +ROMEO +
+Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
+Exit
++How well my comfort is revived by this!+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:+ +ROMEO +
+Either be gone before the watch be set,
+Or by the break of day disguised from hence:
+Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
+And he shall signify from time to time
+Every good hap to you that chances here:
+Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
++But that a joy past joy calls out on me,+
+It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS ++ +CAPULET ++Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,+ +PARIS +
+That we have had no time to move our daughter:
+Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
+And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.
+'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
+I promise you, but for your company,
+I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
++These times of woe afford no time to woo.+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
++I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;+ +CAPULET +
+To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.
++Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender+ +PARIS +
+Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
+In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
+Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
+Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
+And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--
+But, soft! what day is this?
++Monday, my lord,+ +CAPULET +
++Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,+ +PARIS +
+O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,
+She shall be married to this noble earl.
+Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
+We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
+For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
+It may be thought we held him carelessly,
+Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
+Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
+And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
++My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.+ +CAPULET +
++Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.+
+Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
+Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
+Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
+Afore me! it is so very very late,
+That we may call it early by and by.
+Good night.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window ++ +JULIET ++Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:+ +ROMEO +
+It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
+That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
+Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
+Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
++It was the lark, the herald of the morn,+ +JULIET +
+No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
+Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
+Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
+Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
+I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
++Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:+ +ROMEO +
+It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
+To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
+And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
+Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
++Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;+ +JULIET +
+I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
+I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
+'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
+Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
+The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
+I have more care to stay than will to go:
+Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
+How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
++It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!+ +ROMEO +
+It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
+Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
+Some say the lark makes sweet division;
+This doth not so, for she divideth us:
+Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
+O, now I would they had changed voices too!
+Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
+Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
+O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
++More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!+ +Nurse +
+Enter Nurse, to the chamber
++Madam!+ +JULIET +
++Nurse?+ +Nurse +
++Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:+ +JULIET +
+The day is broke; be wary, look about.
+Exit
++Then, window, let day in, and let life out.+ +ROMEO +
++Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.+ +JULIET +
+He goeth down
++Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!+ +ROMEO +
+I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
+For in a minute there are many days:
+O, by this count I shall be much in years
+Ere I again behold my Romeo!
++Farewell!+ +JULIET +
+I will omit no opportunity
+That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
++O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?+ +ROMEO +
++I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve+ +JULIET +
+For sweet discourses in our time to come.
++O God, I have an ill-divining soul!+ +ROMEO +
+Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
+As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
+Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
++And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:+ +JULIET +
+Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
+Exit
++O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:+ +LADY CAPULET +
+If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
+That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
+For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
+But send him back.
++[Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?+ +JULIET +
++Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Is she not down so late, or up so early?
+What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
+Enter LADY CAPULET
++Why, how now, Juliet!+ +JULIET +
++Madam, I am not well.+ +LADY CAPULET +
++Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?+ +JULIET +
+What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
+An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
+Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
+But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
++Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.+ +LADY CAPULET +
++So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend+ +JULIET +
+Which you weep for.
++Feeling so the loss,+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
++Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,+ +JULIET +
+As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
++What villain madam?+ +LADY CAPULET +
++That same villain, Romeo.+ +JULIET +
++[Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--+ +LADY CAPULET +
+God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
+And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
++That is, because the traitor murderer lives.+ +JULIET +
++Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
++We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:+ +JULIET +
+Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
+Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
+Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
+That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
+And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
++Indeed, I never shall be satisfied+ +LADY CAPULET +
+With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--
+Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
+Madam, if you could find out but a man
+To bear a poison, I would temper it;
+That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
+Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
+To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
+To wreak the love I bore my cousin
+Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
++Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.+ +JULIET +
+But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
++And joy comes well in such a needy time:+ +LADY CAPULET +
+What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
++Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;+ +JULIET +
+One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
+Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
+That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.
++Madam, in happy time, what day is that?+ +LADY CAPULET +
++Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,+ +JULIET +
+The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
+The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
+Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
++Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,+ +LADY CAPULET +
+He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
+I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
+Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
+I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
+I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
+It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
+Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
++Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,+ +CAPULET +
+And see how he will take it at your hands.
+Enter CAPULET and Nurse
++When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;+ +LADY CAPULET +
+But for the sunset of my brother's son
+It rains downright.
+How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
+Evermore showering? In one little body
+Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
+For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
+Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
+Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
+Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
+Without a sudden calm, will overset
+Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
+Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
++Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.+ +CAPULET +
+I would the fool were married to her grave!
++Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.+ +JULIET +
+How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
+Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
+Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
+So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
++Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:+ +CAPULET +
+Proud can I never be of what I hate;
+But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
++How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?+ +LADY CAPULET +
+'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
+And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,
+Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
+But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
+To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
+Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
+Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
+You tallow-face!
++ Fie, fie! what, are you mad?+ +JULIET +
++Good father, I beseech you on my knees,+ +CAPULET +
+Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
++Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!+ +Nurse +
+I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
+Or never after look me in the face:
+Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
+My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
+That God had lent us but this only child;
+But now I see this one is one too much,
+And that we have a curse in having her:
+Out on her, hilding!
++God in heaven bless her!+ +CAPULET +
+You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
++And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,+ +Nurse +
+Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
++I speak no treason.+ +CAPULET +
++O, God ye god-den.+ +Nurse +
++May not one speak?+ +CAPULET +
++ Peace, you mumbling fool!+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
+For here we need it not.
++You are too hot.+ +CAPULET +
++God's bread! it makes me mad:+ +JULIET +
+Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
+Alone, in company, still my care hath been
+To have her match'd: and having now provided
+A gentleman of noble parentage,
+Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
+Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
+Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
+And then to have a wretched puling fool,
+A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
+To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
+I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
+But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
+Graze where you will you shall not house with me:
+Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
+Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
+An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
+And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in
+the streets,
+For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
+Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
+Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.
+Exit
++Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,+ +LADY CAPULET +
+That sees into the bottom of my grief?
+O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
+Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
+Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
+In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
++Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:+ +JULIET +
+Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
+Exit
++O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?+ +Nurse +
+My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
+How shall that faith return again to earth,
+Unless that husband send it me from heaven
+By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
+Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
+Upon so soft a subject as myself!
+What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
+Some comfort, nurse.
++Faith, here it is.+ +JULIET +
+Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
+That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
+Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
+Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
+I think it best you married with the county.
+O, he's a lovely gentleman!
+Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
+Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
+As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
+I think you are happy in this second match,
+For it excels your first: or if it did not,
+Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
+As living here and you no use of him.
++Speakest thou from thy heart?+ +Nurse +
++And from my soul too;+ +JULIET +
+Or else beshrew them both.
++Amen!+ +Nurse +
++What?+ +JULIET +
++Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.+ +Nurse +
+Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
+Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
+To make confession and to be absolved.
++Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.+ +JULIET +
+Exit
++Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
+Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
+Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
+Which she hath praised him with above compare
+So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
+Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
+I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
+If all else fail, myself have power to die.
+Exit
++
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+ ++Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS ++ +FRIAR LAURENCE ++On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.+ +PARIS +
++My father Capulet will have it so;+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
++You say you do not know the lady's mind:+ +PARIS +
+Uneven is the course, I like it not.
++Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
+For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
+Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
+That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
+And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
+To stop the inundation of her tears;
+Which, too much minded by herself alone,
+May be put from her by society:
+Now do you know the reason of this haste.
++[Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.+ +PARIS +
+Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
+Enter JULIET
++Happily met, my lady and my wife!+ +JULIET +
++That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.+ +PARIS +
++That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.+ +JULIET +
++What must be shall be.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++That's a certain text.+ +PARIS +
++Come you to make confession to this father?+ +JULIET +
++To answer that, I should confess to you.+ +PARIS +
++Do not deny to him that you love me.+ +JULIET +
++I will confess to you that I love him.+ +PARIS +
++So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.+ +JULIET +
++If I do so, it will be of more price,+ +PARIS +
+Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
++Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.+ +JULIET +
++The tears have got small victory by that;+ +PARIS +
+For it was bad enough before their spite.
++Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.+ +JULIET +
++That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;+ +PARIS +
+And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
++Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.+ +JULIET +
++It may be so, for it is not mine own.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
+Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
++My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.+ +PARIS +
+My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
++God shield I should disturb devotion!+ +JULIET +
+Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
+Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
+Exit
++O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
++Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;+ +JULIET +
+It strains me past the compass of my wits:
+I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
+On Thursday next be married to this county.
++Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
+If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
+Do thou but call my resolution wise,
+And with this knife I'll help it presently.
+God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
+And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
+Shall be the label to another deed,
+Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
+Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
+Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
+Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
+'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
+Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
+Which the commission of thy years and art
+Could to no issue of true honour bring.
+Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
+If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
++Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,+ +JULIET +
+Which craves as desperate an execution.
+As that is desperate which we would prevent.
+If, rather than to marry County Paris,
+Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
+Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
+A thing like death to chide away this shame,
+That copest with death himself to scape from it:
+And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
++O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+From off the battlements of yonder tower;
+Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
+Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
+Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
+O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
+With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
+Or bid me go into a new-made grave
+And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
+Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
+And I will do it without fear or doubt,
+To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
++Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent+ +JULIET +
+To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
+To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
+Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
+Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
+And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
+When presently through all thy veins shall run
+A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
+Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
+No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
+The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
+To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
+Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
+Each part, deprived of supple government,
+Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
+And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
+Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
+And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
+Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
+To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
+Then, as the manner of our country is,
+In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
+Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
+Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
+In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
+Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
+And hither shall he come: and he and I
+Will watch thy waking, and that very night
+Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
+And this shall free thee from this present shame;
+If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
+Abate thy valour in the acting it.
++Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous+ +JULIET +
+In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
+To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
++Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.+
+Farewell, dear father!
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen ++ +CAPULET ++So many guests invite as here are writ.+ +Second Servant +
+Exit First Servant
+Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
++You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they+ +CAPULET +
+can lick their fingers.
++How canst thou try them so?+ +Second Servant +
++Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his+ +CAPULET +
+own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
+fingers goes not with me.
++Go, be gone.+ +Nurse +
+Exit Second Servant
+We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
+What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
++Ay, forsooth.+ +CAPULET +
++Well, he may chance to do some good on her:+ +Nurse +
+A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
++See where she comes from shrift with merry look.+ +CAPULET +
+Enter JULIET
++How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?+ +JULIET +
++Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin+ +CAPULET +
+Of disobedient opposition
+To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
+By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
+And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
+Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
++Send for the county; go tell him of this:+ +JULIET +
+I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
++I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;+ +CAPULET +
+And gave him what becomed love I might,
+Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
++Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:+ +JULIET +
+This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
+Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
+Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
+Our whole city is much bound to him.
++Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,+ +LADY CAPULET +
+To help me sort such needful ornaments
+As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
++No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.+ +CAPULET +
++Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Exeunt JULIET and Nurse
++We shall be short in our provision:+ +CAPULET +
+'Tis now near night.
++Tush, I will stir about,+
+And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
+Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
+I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
+I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
+They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
+To County Paris, to prepare him up
+Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
+Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter JULIET and Nurse ++ +JULIET ++Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,+ +LADY CAPULET +
+I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,
+For I have need of many orisons
+To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
+Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
+Enter LADY CAPULET
++What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?+ +JULIET +
++No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries+ +LADY CAPULET +
+As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
+So please you, let me now be left alone,
+And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
+For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
+In this so sudden business.
++Good night:+ +JULIET +
+Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
+Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse
++Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.+
+I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
+That almost freezes up the heat of life:
+I'll call them back again to comfort me:
+Nurse! What should she do here?
+My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
+Come, vial.
+What if this mixture do not work at all?
+Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
+No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
+Laying down her dagger
+What if it be a poison, which the friar
+Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
+Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
+Because he married me before to Romeo?
+I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
+For he hath still been tried a holy man.
+How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
+I wake before the time that Romeo
+Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
+Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,
+To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
+And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
+Or, if I live, is it not very like,
+The horrible conceit of death and night,
+Together with the terror of the place,--
+As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
+Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
+Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
+Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
+Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
+At some hours in the night spirits resort;--
+Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
+So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
+And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
+That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--
+O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
+Environed with all these hideous fears?
+And madly play with my forefather's joints?
+And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
+And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
+As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
+O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
+Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
+Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
+Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
+She falls upon her bed, within the curtains
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.
+ ++Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse ++ +LADY CAPULET ++Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.+ +Nurse +
++They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.+ +CAPULET +
+Enter CAPULET
++Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,+ +Nurse +
+The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
+Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
+Spare not for the cost.
++Go, you cot-quean, go,+ +CAPULET +
+Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
+For this night's watching.
++No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now+ +LADY CAPULET +
+All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
++Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;+ +CAPULET +
+But I will watch you from such watching now.
+Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse
++A jealous hood, a jealous hood!+ +First Servant +
+Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets
+Now, fellow,
+What's there?
++Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.+ +CAPULET +
++Make haste, make haste.+ +Second Servant +
+Exit First Servant
+Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
+Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
++I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,+ +CAPULET +
+And never trouble Peter for the matter.
+Exit
++Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!+
+Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
+The county will be here with music straight,
+For so he said he would: I hear him near.
+Music within
+Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!
+Re-enter Nurse
+Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
+I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
+Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
+Make haste, I say.
+Exeunt
++
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+ Previous scene + | Next scene +SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.
+ ++Enter Nurse ++ +Nurse ++Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
+Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
+What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
+Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
+The County Paris hath set up his rest,
+That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
+Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
+I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
+Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
+He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
+Undraws the curtains
+What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
+I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
+Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
+O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
+Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
+Enter LADY CAPULET
++What noise is here?+ +Nurse +
++O lamentable day!+ +LADY CAPULET +
++What is the matter?+ +Nurse +
++Look, look! O heavy day!+ +LADY CAPULET +
++O me, O me! My child, my only life,+ +CAPULET +
+Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
+Help, help! Call help.
+Enter CAPULET
++For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.+ +Nurse +
++She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!+ +LADY CAPULET +
++Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!+ +CAPULET +
++Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:+ +Nurse +
+Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
+Life and these lips have long been separated:
+Death lies on her like an untimely frost
+Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
++O lamentable day!+ +LADY CAPULET +
++ O woful time!+ +CAPULET +
++Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
+Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians
++Come, is the bride ready to go to church?+ +CAPULET +
++Ready to go, but never to return.+ +PARIS +
+O son! the night before thy wedding-day
+Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
+Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
+Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
+My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
+And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
++Have I thought long to see this morning's face,+ +LADY CAPULET +
+And doth it give me such a sight as this?
++Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!+ +Nurse +
+Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
+In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
+But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
+But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
+And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
++O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!+ +PARIS +
+Most lamentable day, most woful day,
+That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
+O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
+Never was seen so black a day as this:
+O woful day, O woful day!
++Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!+ +CAPULET +
+Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
+By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
+O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
++Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
+To murder, murder our solemnity?
+O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
+Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
+And with my child my joys are buried.
++Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not+ +CAPULET +
+In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
+Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
+And all the better is it for the maid:
+Your part in her you could not keep from death,
+But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
+The most you sought was her promotion;
+For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
+And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
+Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
+O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
+That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
+She's not well married that lives married long;
+But she's best married that dies married young.
+Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
+On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
+In all her best array bear her to church:
+For though fond nature bids us an lament,
+Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
++All things that we ordained festival,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Turn from their office to black funeral;
+Our instruments to melancholy bells,
+Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
+Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
+Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
+And all things change them to the contrary.
++Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;+ +First Musician +
+And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
+To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
+The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
+Move them no more by crossing their high will.
+Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE
++Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.+ +Nurse +
++Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;+ +First Musician +
+For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
+Exit
++Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.+ +PETER +
+Enter PETER
++Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's+ +First Musician +
+ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
++Why 'Heart's ease?'+ +PETER +
++O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My+ +First Musician +
+heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
+to comfort me.
++Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.+ +PETER +
++You will not, then?+ +First Musician +
++No.+ +PETER +
++I will then give it you soundly.+ +First Musician +
++What will you give us?+ +PETER +
++No money, on my faith, but the gleek;+ +First Musician +
+I will give you the minstrel.
++Then I will give you the serving-creature.+ +PETER +
++Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on+ +First Musician +
+your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
+I'll fa you; do you note me?
++An you re us and fa us, you note us.+ +Second Musician +
++Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.+ +PETER +
++Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you+ +Musician +
+with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
+me like men:
+'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
+And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
+Then music with her silver sound'--
+why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
+sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?
++Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.+ +PETER +
++Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?+ +Second Musician +
++I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.+ +PETER +
++Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?+ +Third Musician +
++Faith, I know not what to say.+ +PETER +
++O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say+ +First Musician +
+for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
+because musicians have no gold for sounding:
+'Then music with her silver sound
+With speedy help doth lend redress.'
+Exit
++What a pestilent knave is this same!+ +Second Musician +
++Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
+mourners, and stay dinner.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter ROMEO ++ +ROMEO ++If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,+ +BALTHASAR +
+My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
+My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
+And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
+Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
+I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--
+Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
+to think!--
+And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
+That I revived, and was an emperor.
+Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
+When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
+Enter BALTHASAR, booted
+News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!
+Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
+How doth my lady? Is my father well?
+How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
+For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
++Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:+ +ROMEO +
+Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
+And her immortal part with angels lives.
+I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
+And presently took post to tell it you:
+O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
+Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
++Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!+ +BALTHASAR +
+Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
+And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
++I do beseech you, sir, have patience:+ +ROMEO +
+Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
+Some misadventure.
++ Tush, thou art deceived:+ +BALTHASAR +
+Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
+Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
++No, my good lord.+ +ROMEO +
++ No matter: get thee gone,+ +Apothecary +
+And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
+Exit BALTHASAR
+Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
+Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift
+To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
+I do remember an apothecary,--
+And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted
+In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
+Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
+Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
+And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
+An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
+Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
+A beggarly account of empty boxes,
+Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
+Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
+Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
+Noting this penury, to myself I said
+'An if a man did need a poison now,
+Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
+Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'
+O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
+And this same needy man must sell it me.
+As I remember, this should be the house.
+Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
+What, ho! apothecary!
+Enter Apothecary
++Who calls so loud?+ +ROMEO +
++Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:+ +Apothecary +
+Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
+A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
+As will disperse itself through all the veins
+That the life-weary taker may fall dead
+And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
+As violently as hasty powder fired
+Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
++Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law+ +ROMEO +
+Is death to any he that utters them.
++Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,+ +Apothecary +
+And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
+Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
+Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
+The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
+The world affords no law to make thee rich;
+Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
++My poverty, but not my will, consents.+ +ROMEO +
++I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.+ +Apothecary +
++Put this in any liquid thing you will,+ +ROMEO +
+And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
+Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
++There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,+
+Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
+Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
+I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
+Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
+Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
+To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
+Exeunt
++
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+ ++Enter FRIAR JOHN ++ +FRIAR JOHN ++Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Enter FRIAR LAURENCE
++This same should be the voice of Friar John.+ +FRIAR JOHN +
+Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
+Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
++Going to find a bare-foot brother out+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+One of our order, to associate me,
+Here in this city visiting the sick,
+And finding him, the searchers of the town,
+Suspecting that we both were in a house
+Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
+Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
+So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
++Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?+ +FRIAR JOHN +
++I could not send it,--here it is again,--+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
+So fearful were they of infection.
++Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,+ +FRIAR JOHN +
+The letter was not nice but full of charge
+Of dear import, and the neglecting it
+May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
+Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
+Unto my cell.
++Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Exit
++Now must I to the monument alone;+
+Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:
+She will beshrew me much that Romeo
+Hath had no notice of these accidents;
+But I will write again to Mantua,
+And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
+Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!
+Exit
++
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+ Previous scene +SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.
+ ++Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch ++ +PARIS ++Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:+ +PAGE +
+Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
+Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
+Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
+So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
+Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
+But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
+As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
+Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
++[Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone+ +PARIS +
+Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
+Retires
++Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--+ +ROMEO +
+O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
+Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
+Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
+The obsequies that I for thee will keep
+Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
+The Page whistles
+The boy gives warning something doth approach.
+What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
+To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
+What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.
+Retires
+Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c
++Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.+ +BALTHASAR +
+Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
+See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
+Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,
+Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
+And do not interrupt me in my course.
+Why I descend into this bed of death,
+Is partly to behold my lady's face;
+But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
+A precious ring, a ring that I must use
+In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:
+But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
+In what I further shall intend to do,
+By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint
+And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
+The time and my intents are savage-wild,
+More fierce and more inexorable far
+Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
++I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.+ +ROMEO +
++So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:+ +BALTHASAR +
+Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.
++[Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:+ +ROMEO +
+His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
+Retires
++Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,+ +PARIS +
+Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
+Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
+And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
+Opens the tomb
++This is that banish'd haughty Montague,+ +ROMEO +
+That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
+It is supposed, the fair creature died;
+And here is come to do some villanous shame
+To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
+Comes forward
+Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
+Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
+Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
+Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
++I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.+ +PARIS +
+Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
+Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;
+Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
+Put not another sin upon my head,
+By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
+By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
+For I come hither arm'd against myself:
+Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
+A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
++I do defy thy conjurations,+ +ROMEO +
+And apprehend thee for a felon here.
++Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!+ +PAGE +
+They fight
++O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.+ +PARIS +
+Exit
++O, I am slain!+ +ROMEO +
+Falls
+If thou be merciful,
+Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
+Dies
++In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
+What said my man, when my betossed soul
+Did not attend him as we rode? I think
+He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
+Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
+Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
+To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
+One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
+I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
+A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
+For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
+This vault a feasting presence full of light.
+Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
+Laying PARIS in the tomb
+How oft when men are at the point of death
+Have they been merry! which their keepers call
+A lightning before death: O, how may I
+Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
+Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
+Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
+Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
+Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
+And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
+Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
+O, what more favour can I do to thee,
+Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
+To sunder his that was thine enemy?
+Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
+Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
+That unsubstantial death is amorous,
+And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
+Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
+For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
+And never from this palace of dim night
+Depart again: here, here will I remain
+With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
+Will I set up my everlasting rest,
+And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
+From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
+Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
+The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
+A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
+Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
+Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
+The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
+Here's to my love!
+Drinks
+O true apothecary!
+Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
+Dies
+Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade
++Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night+ +BALTHASAR +
+Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?
++Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,+ +BALTHASAR +
+What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
+To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
+It burneth in the Capel's monument.
++It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+One that you love.
++ Who is it?+ +BALTHASAR +
++Romeo.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++How long hath he been there?+ +BALTHASAR +
++Full half an hour.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++Go with me to the vault.+ +BALTHASAR +
++I dare not, sir+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+My master knows not but I am gone hence;
+And fearfully did menace me with death,
+If I did stay to look on his intents.
++Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:+ +BALTHASAR +
+O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
++As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I dreamt my master and another fought,
+And that my master slew him.
++Romeo!+ +JULIET +
+Advances
+Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
+The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
+What mean these masterless and gory swords
+To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
+Enters the tomb
+Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
+And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
+Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
+The lady stirs.
+JULIET wakes
++O comfortable friar! where is my lord?+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I do remember well where I should be,
+And there I am. Where is my Romeo?
+Noise within
++I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest+ +JULIET +
+Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
+A greater power than we can contradict
+Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
+Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
+And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
+Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
+Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
+Come, go, good Juliet,
+Noise again
+I dare no longer stay.
++Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.+ +First Watchman +
+Exit FRIAR LAURENCE
+What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
+Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
+O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
+To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
+Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
+To make die with a restorative.
+Kisses him
+Thy lips are warm.
++[Within] Lead, boy: which way?+ +JULIET +
++Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!+ +PAGE +
+Snatching ROMEO's dagger
+This is thy sheath;
+Stabs herself
+there rust, and let me die.
+Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies
+Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS
++This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.+ +First Watchman +
++The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:+ +Second Watchman +
+Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
+Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,
+And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
+Who here hath lain these two days buried.
+Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:
+Raise up the Montagues: some others search:
+We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
+But the true ground of all these piteous woes
+We cannot without circumstance descry.
+Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR
++Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.+ +First Watchman +
++Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.+ +Third Watchman +
+Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE
++Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:+ +First Watchman +
+We took this mattock and this spade from him,
+As he was coming from this churchyard side.
++A great suspicion: stay the friar too.+ +PRINCE +
+Enter the PRINCE and Attendants
++What misadventure is so early up,+ +CAPULET +
+That calls our person from our morning's rest?
+Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others
++What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?+ +LADY CAPULET +
++The people in the street cry Romeo,+ +PRINCE +
+Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
+With open outcry toward our monument.
++What fear is this which startles in our ears?+ +First Watchman +
++Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;+ +PRINCE +
+And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
+Warm and new kill'd.
++Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.+ +First Watchman +
++Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;+ +CAPULET +
+With instruments upon them, fit to open
+These dead men's tombs.
++O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!+ +LADY CAPULET +
+This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house
+Is empty on the back of Montague,--
+And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!
++O me! this sight of death is as a bell,+ +PRINCE +
+That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
+Enter MONTAGUE and others
++Come, Montague; for thou art early up,+ +MONTAGUE +
+To see thy son and heir more early down.
++Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;+ +PRINCE +
+Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
+What further woe conspires against mine age?
++Look, and thou shalt see.+ +MONTAGUE +
++O thou untaught! what manners is in this?+ +PRINCE +
+To press before thy father to a grave?
++Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Till we can clear these ambiguities,
+And know their spring, their head, their
+true descent;
+And then will I be general of your woes,
+And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
+And let mischance be slave to patience.
+Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
++I am the greatest, able to do least,+ +PRINCE +
+Yet most suspected, as the time and place
+Doth make against me of this direful murder;
+And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
+Myself condemned and myself excused.
++Then say at once what thou dost know in this.+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
++I will be brief, for my short date of breath+ +PRINCE +
+Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
+Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
+And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
+I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
+Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
+Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
+For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
+You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
+Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
+To County Paris: then comes she to me,
+And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
+To rid her from this second marriage,
+Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
+Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
+A sleeping potion; which so took effect
+As I intended, for it wrought on her
+The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
+That he should hither come as this dire night,
+To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
+Being the time the potion's force should cease.
+But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
+Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
+Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
+At the prefixed hour of her waking,
+Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
+Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
+Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
+But when I came, some minute ere the time
+Of her awaking, here untimely lay
+The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
+She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
+And bear this work of heaven with patience:
+But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
+And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
+But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
+All this I know; and to the marriage
+Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
+Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
+Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
+Unto the rigour of severest law.
++We still have known thee for a holy man.+ +BALTHASAR +
+Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
++I brought my master news of Juliet's death;+ +PRINCE +
+And then in post he came from Mantua
+To this same place, to this same monument.
+This letter he early bid me give his father,
+And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
+I departed not and left him there.
++Give me the letter; I will look on it.+ +PAGE +
+Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
+Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
++He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;+ +PRINCE +
+And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
+Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
+And by and by my master drew on him;
+And then I ran away to call the watch.
++This letter doth make good the friar's words,+ +CAPULET +
+Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
+And here he writes that he did buy a poison
+Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
+Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
+Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
+See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
+That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
+And I for winking at your discords too
+Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
++O brother Montague, give me thy hand:+ +MONTAGUE +
+This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
+Can I demand.
++ But I can give thee more:+ +CAPULET +
+For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
+That while Verona by that name is known,
+There shall no figure at such rate be set
+As that of true and faithful Juliet.
++As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;+ +PRINCE +
+Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
++A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
+The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
+Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
+Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
+For never was a story of more woe
+Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
+Exeunt
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+ +Romeo and Juliet + + Shakespeare homepage + | Romeo and Juliet + Entire play in one page
+ ++Act 1, Prologue: PROLOGUE
+Act 1, Scene 1: Verona. A public place.
+Act 1, Scene 2: A street.
+Act 1, Scene 3: A room in Capulet's house.
+Act 1, Scene 4: A street.
+Act 1, Scene 5: A hall in Capulet's house.
++Act 2, Prologue: PROLOGUE
+Act 2, Scene 1: A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.
+Act 2, Scene 2: Capulet's orchard.
+Act 2, Scene 3: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
+Act 2, Scene 5: Capulet's orchard.
+Act 2, Scene 6: Friar Laurence's cell.
++Act 3, Scene 1: A public place.
+Act 3, Scene 2: Capulet's orchard.
+Act 3, Scene 3: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 3, Scene 4: A room in Capulet's house.
+Act 3, Scene 5: Capulet's orchard.
++Act 4, Scene 1: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Hall in Capulet's house.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Juliet's chamber.
+Act 4, Scene 4: Hall in Capulet's house.
+Act 4, Scene 5: Juliet's chamber.
++Act 5, Scene 1: Mantua. A street.
+Act 5, Scene 2: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 5, Scene 3: A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.
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