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Volume the fourth : 


All's well, that ends well j 
Twelfth-night, or, JVhat you will; 
The Winter's Tale ; 


Printed for J. and R. TONSON in the Strantb 



A L L*S WE L L, 



Perfons represented. 

King of France. 

Duke of Florence. 

Bertram, Count of Rofillion. 

Lafeu, a humourous old Lord. 

Parolles, Follower of Bertram. 

Lords, two, 1 Frenchmen ; Volunteers in 

Gentlemen, two, J the Duke of Florence' j Service, 

two Florentine Soldiers. 

Lords of the French Court, fix: 

Gentlemen of the fame, two. 

Lavatch, a Clown ; 7 Domejlicks of . 

Page, Steward, Servant, j Count Bertram, 

Countefs, Mother to Bertram : 
Helena, her Gentlewoman. 
an old Widow of Florence : 
Diana, Daughter 1 
Mariana, Neighbour j 

Lords, and other Attendants, Guards, Officers, 
Soldiers, &c. French and Florentine. 

Scene, difperfd', at Rofillion, Paris, 
Florence, and Marfeilles. 



SCENE I. Rofillion. A Room in the Count's Palace.. 
Enter BERTRAM, Countefs, HELENA, </LAFEU. 

Cou. In delivering my fon from me, I bury a fecond 
husband. [to Lafeu, presenting her Son. 

BER. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my fa- 
ther's death anew : but I muft attend his majefty's com- 
mand ; to whom I am now in ward, evermore in 

LAT. You mall find of the king a husband, madam ;_ 
you, fir, a father: He, that fo generally is at all times 
good, muft of neceffity hold his virtue to you ; whose 
worthinefs would ftirit up where it wanted, rather than 
flack it where there is fuch abundance. 

Cou. What hope is there of his majefty's amendment ? 

LAF. He hath abandon'd his physicians, madam: 
under whose praflifes he hath perfecuted time with 
hope ; and finds no other advantage in. the procefs, but 
only the losing of hope by time, 

" then lack 


4 AlVi well, that ends well. 

Cou, This young gentlewoman [flowing Helena.] 
had a father, (O, that bad! how fad a paffage 'tis!) 
whose {kill was almoft as great as his honefty ; had it 
flretch'd fo far, would have made nature immortal, and 
death mould have play for lack of work. 'Would, for 
the king's fake, he were living ! I think, it would be 
the death of the king's disease. 

LAY. How call'd you the man you fpeak of, madam ? 

Cou. He was famous, fir, in his profeffion, and it 
was his great right to be fo : Gerard de Narbon. 

LAF. He was excellent, indeed, madam; the king 
very lately fpoke of him, admiringly, and mourningly: 
he was fkilful enough to have liv'd ftill, if knowledge 
could be fet up againft mortality. 

BEH. What is it, my good lord, the king languifhes 

LAF . , A fiftula, my lord. 

EX . I heard not of it before. 

LAF . I would it were not notorious Was this gen- 
tlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? 

Cou. His fole child, my lord ; and bequeathed to my 
o'er-looking. I have those hopes of her good, that her 
education promises: her difpositions (he inherits, which 
makes fair gifts fairer : for where an unclean mind car- 
ries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with 
pity, they are virtues and traitors too ; in her they are 
the better for her fimplenefs ; me derives her honefty, 
and atchieves her goodnefs. 

LAF. Your commendations, madam, get from her 

Cou. 'Tis the beft brine a maiden can feason her 
praise in. The remembrance of her father never ap- 

* 7 for their fim- 

, that ends v.^f/. r 

proaches her heart, but the tyranny of her forrows takes 
all livelihood from her cheek. _No more of this, Helena, 
go to, no more ; leit it be rather thought you affeft a 
forrow, than have it. 

HEL. I do affeft a forrow, indeed, but I have it too. 

LAF . Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, 
exceflive grief the enemy to the living. 

Cou. If the living be not enemy to the grief, the 
excefs makes it foon mortal. 

ER. Madam, I desire your holy wifhes. 

LAF. How underftand we that ? 

Cou. Be thou bleft, Bertram ! and fucceed thy father 
In manners, as in (hape ! thy blood, and virtue, 
Contend for empire in thee ; and thy goodnefs 
Share with thy birth-right! Love all, truft a few, 
Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy 
Rather in power, than ufe; and keep thy friend 
Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence, 
But never tax'd for fpeech. What heaven more will, 
That thee may furnim, and my prayers pluck down, 
Fall on thy head! Farewel My lord tafcu, 
' Tis an unfeason'd courtier, good my lord, 
Advise him gou 

LAP. He cannot want the beft, 
That mail attend his love. 

Cou. Heaven blefs him ! Farewel, Bertram. [Exit. 

EK. The beft vvilhes, that can be forg'd in your 
thoughts, [tq Helena.] be fervants to you! Be com- 
fortable to my mother, your miibefs, and make much 
of her. 

LAF . Farewel, pretty lady: You mufthold the credit 
of your father. \Exeunt BERTRAM, and LAFEU. 

4 then to have 

6 AW* well, that ends 'well. 

HE i. O, were that all ! I think not on my father; 
And these great tears grace his remembrance more, 
Than those I fhed for him. What was he like ? 
I have forgot him : my imagination 
Carries no favour in it, but of Bertram. 
I am undone ; there is no living, none, 
If Bertram be away. It were all one, 
That I mould love a bright particular ftar, 
And think to wed it, he is fo above me : 
In his bright radiance and collateral light 
Muft I be comforted, not in his fphere. 
The ambition in my love thus plagues itfelf : 
The hind, that would be mated by the lion, 
Muft dye for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, 
To fee him every hour ; to fit 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 fweet favour : 
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy 
Muft fan&ify his relicks. Who comes here ? 


One that goes with him : I love him for his fake ; 
And yet I know him a notorious liar, 
Think him a great way fool, folely a coward ; 
Yet these fixt evils fit fo fit in him, 
That they take place, when virtue's fteely bones 
Looks bleak in the cold wind : withal, full oft we fee 
Cold wisdom waiting on fuperfluous folly. 

PAR. Save you, fair queen. 

HEL. And you, monarch. 

PAR. No. 

HEL. And no, 

5 Bertram. 

All's well, that ends well. j 

PAR. Are you meditating on virginity ? 

HEL. Ay. You have fome ftain of foldier in you ; 
let me afk you a queftion : Man is enemy to virginity ; 
how may we barricado it againft him ? 

PAR. Keep him out, 

HEL. But he aflails; and our virginity, though va- 
liant, in the defence yet is weak : unfold to us fome 
warlike resiftance. 

PAR. There is none; man, fetting down before you, 
will undermine you, and blow you up. 

HEL. Blefs our poor virginity from underminers, and 
blowers up ! Is there no military policy, how virgins 
might blow up men ? 

PAR. Virginity being blown down, man will quick- 
lier be blown up : marry, in blowing him down again, 
with the breach yourfelves made, you lose your city. 
It is not politick in the common-wealth of nature, to 
preserve virginity. Lofs of virginity is rational increafe; 
and there was never virgin got, 'till virginity was firft 
loft. That, you were made of, is metal to make v ; -gins. 
Virginity, by being once loft, may be ten times found ; 
by being ever kept, it is ever loft : 'tis too cold a com- 
panion ; away with't. 

HEL. I will ftand for't a little, though therefore I dye 
a virgin. 

PAR. There's little can be faid in't ; 'tis againft 
the rule of nature. To fpeak on the part of virginity, 
is to accuse your mothers ; which is moft infallible 
difobedience. He, that hangs himfelf, is a virgin : vir- 
ginity murders itfelf; and mould be bury'd in high- 
ways, out of all fanclify'd limit, as a defperate offendrefs 
againft nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like 4 

8 Al?! well, llat fifs zveff. 

cheese ; confhmes itfelf to the very paring, and fo die^ 
with feeding it's own ftomack. Belides, virginity is 
peevifh, proud, idle, made of felf-love, which is the 
jnoft inhibited fin in the canon : Keep it not ; you 
cannot choose but lose by't : Out with't : within ten 
years it will make itfelf ten, which is a goodly in- 
creafe; and the principal itfelf not much the worfe : 
Away with't. 

HEL. How might one do, fir r to lose it to her own 
liking ? 

PAR. Let me fee : Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er 
it likes. 3 Tis a commodity will lose the glofs with ly- 
ing ; the longer kept, the lefs worth : off with't, while 
'tis vendible : anfwer the time of requeft. Virginity, 
like an old courtier, wears her cap out of faihion ; 
richly futed, but unfuteable : juft like the brooch, and 
the tooth-pick, which wear not now. Your date is 
better in your pye, and your porridge, than in your 
cheek : And your virginity, your old virginity, is like 
one of our French wither'd pears ; it looks ill, it eats 
drily ; marry, 'tis a wither'd pear : it was formerly 
better ; marry, yet 'tis a wither'd pear : Will you any 
thing with it ? 

HE i. Not my virginity yet. Ipou'tC for fj>e court : 
There fhall your matter have a thousand loves, 
A mother, and a miftrefs, and a friend, 
A phoenix, captain, and an enemy, 
A guide, a goddefs, and a fovereign, 
A counfellor, a traitrefs, and a dear ; 
His humble ambition, proud humility, 
His jarring concord, and his difcord dulcet, 
His faith, his fweet disafter ; with a world 

6 itfclfe two, * 7 which were not 

AITs iveff, that ends <welL g 

Of pretty, fond, adoptious chriftendoms, 
That blinking Cw^Vgoffips. Now fliall he-* 
I know not what he fhall : God fend him well ! 
The court's a learning place ; and he is one~~ 

PAR, What one, i'faith? 

HEL. That I wifh well. 'Tis pity, 

PAS., What's pity ? 

HEL , That wifliing well had not a body in't, 
Which might be felt : that we, the poorer born, 
Whose bafer ftars do fhut us up in wiihes, 
Might with effe&s of them follow our friends, 
And (hew what we alone mufl think ; which never 
Returns us thanks. 

Ext ef a Page. 

Pag, Monfieur Parclles^ my lord calls for you. 

PAR . Little Helen, farewel : if I can remember tiee, 
I will think of thee at court. 

HEL . Mocfieur Par tiles, you were born under a cha- 
ritable ftar. 

PAK. Under Mar; I. 

HEL. I efpecially think, under Mars. 

PAR. Why under Mars? 

HEL . The wars have fo kept you under, that you mult 
needs be born under Mars. 

PAR. When he was predominant. 

HEL. When he was retrograde, I think, rather. 

PAR. Why think you fo r 

HEL. You go fo much backward, when you fight. 

PAR. That's for advantage. 

HEL. So is running away, when fear proposes the 
fafety : But the composition, that your valour and fear 
tnakes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like 

*s hath fo 

1 o All*s 'well, that ends ive/L 

the wear well. 

PAR. I am fo full of businefies, I cannot anfwer thee 
acutely : I will return perfeft courtier; in the which, 
my inftruftion {hall ferve to naturalize thee, fo thou 
wilt be capable of a courtier's counfel, and underftand 
what advice (hall thruft upon thee ; elfe thou dyeft in 
thine unthankfulnefs, and thine ignorance makes thee 
away; farewel: When thou haft leisure, fay thy prayers; 
when thou haft none, remember thy friends : get thee 
a good husband, and use him as he uses thee : fo 
farewel. [Exeunt PA ROLL ES, and Page. 

HEL. Our remedies oft in ourfelves do lye, 
Which we afcribe to heaven : the fated fky 
Gives us free fcope; only, doth backward pull 
Our flow defigns, when we ourfelves are dull. 
What power is it, which mounts my love fo high ; 
Which makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye ? 
The mightieft fpace in fortune nature brings 
To join like likes, and kifs like native things. 
Impoflible be ftrange attempts, to those 
That weigh their pains in fenfe ; and do fuppose, 
What hath been cannot be : Who ever ftrove 
To fhew her merit, that did mifs her love ? 
The king's disease my projeft may deceive me, 
But my intents are fixt, and will not leave me. [Exit. 

SCENE II. Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. 
Enter the King of France, 'with Letters ; 

Lords, and divers other, attending. 
Kin. The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears ; 
Have fought with equal fortune, and continue 
A braving war. 


AWs well, that ends weft, 1 1 

i. L. So 'tis reported, fir. 

Kin. Nay, 'tis moft credible ; we here ~f receive it 
A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Auflria, 
With caution, that the Florentine will move us 
For fpeedy aid ; wherein our deareft friend 
Prejudicates the businefs, and would feem 
To have us make denial. 

1. L. His love, and wisdom, 
Approv'd fo to your majefty, may plead 
For ampleft credence. 

Kin. He hath arm'd our anfwer, 
And Florence is deny'd before he comes : 
Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to fee 
The Tufcan fervice, freely have they leave 
To ftand on either part. 

2. L. It well may ferve 

A nurfery to our gentry, who are fick 
For breathing, and exploit. 

Kin. What's he comes here ? 

Enter BERTRAM, owV^Lafeu, Parolles, 
and Others. 

i. L. It is the count Rofillion, my good lord, 
Young Bertram. 

Kin. Youth, thou bear'ft thy father's face ; 
Frank nature, rather curious than in hafte, 
Hath well compos'd thee ; Thy father's moral parts 
May'ft thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris. 

F.R. My thanks, and duty, are your majefty's. 

Kin. I would I had that corporal foundnefs now, 
As when thy father, and myfelf, in friendmip, 
Firft try'd our foldierfhip ! He did look far 
Into the fervice of the time, and was 

12 All's well, that ends well, 

Difcipl'd of the braveft : he lafted long ; 

But on us both did haggifh age fteal on, 

And wore us out of aft. 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 jeft, 

'Till their own fcorn return to them unnoted, 

Ere they can hide their levity in honour, 

So like a courtier : no contempt nor bitternefs 

Were in him, pride or fharpnefs ; if they were, 

His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour, 

Clock to itfelf, knew the true minute when 

Exception bid him fpeak, and, at this time, 

His tongue obey'd it's hand : who were below him, 

He us'd as creatures of another place ; 

And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, 

Making them proud of his humility, 

In their poor praise he humbl'd : Such a man 

Might be a copy to these younger times ; 

Which, follow'd well, would demonftrate them now 

But goers backward. 

BER. His good remembrance, fir, 
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb ; 
So his approof lives not in epitaph, 
As in your royal fpeech. 

Kin. 'Would I were with him ! He would always fay, 
(Methinks, I hear him now ; his plaufive words 
He fcatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, 
To grow there, and to bear) Let me not live, 
Thus his good melancholy oft began, 
On the cataftrophe and heel of paftime, 
When it was out, let me not live, quoth he, 

10 in his pride, * + obey'd his hand. 
** in approofe lives not his 30 This 

All's nuell, that ends ivell. 

After my fame lacks oil, to be the fnuff 

Of younger fpirits ; 'whose appreke n/i<ve fenfes 

jill but new things difdain ; --whose judgments are 

Meer fathers of their garments ; 'whose conftancies 

Expire before their fajhions : This he wiih'd ; 

I, after him, do after him wifh too, 

Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring 1 home, 

J quickly were dissolved from my hive, 

To give fome labourer room. 

2. L. You are lov'd, fir; 
They, that lead lend it you, fhall lack you firft. 

Kin. I fill a place, I know't. _ How long is't, count, 
Since the physician at your father's dy'd ? 
He was much fam'd. 

HER. Some fix months fince, my lord. 

Kin. If he were living, I would try him yet ; . 

Lend me an arm ; the reft have worn me out 

With feveral applications : nature and ficknefs 
Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count ; 
My fon's no dearer. 

BER. Thank your majefty. [Exeunt. 

SCE NE III. Rofillion. A Room in the Count's Pa/ace. 
Enter Countefs, and Steward ; Clown behind. 

Con. I will now hear what you fay of this gentle- 

Sie. Madam, the care I have had to even your con- 
tent, I wifli might be found in the calendar of my paft 
endeavours ; for then we wound our modefty, and make 
foul the clearnefs of our deservings, when of ourfelves 
we publim them. 

Cou. What does this knave here ? Get you gone, firrah : 

9 Labourers *5 fay you 


14 dlPt 'well, that ends well. 

The complaints, I have heard of you, I do not all 
believe ; 'tis my flownefs, that I do not : for, I know, 
you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability 
enough to make fuch knaveries yours. 

Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, that I am a 
poor fellow : 

Ceu. Well, fir. 

Clo. No, madam, 'tis not fo well, that I am poor; 
though many of the rich are damn'd : But if I may 
have your Jady (hip's good will to go to the world, libel 
the woman and I will do as we may. 

Cou. Wilt thou needs be a beggar ? 

Clo. I do beg your good will in this cafe. 

Cou. In what cafe ? 

Clo. In /j/W's cafe, and mine own. Service is no 
heritage : and, I think, I Ihall never have the blefling 
of God, 'till I have ifTue o' my body ; for, they fay, 
beams are bleflings. 

Cou. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. 

Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it : I am driven 
on by the flem ; and he muft needs go, that the devil 

Cou. Is this all your worfhip's reason ? 

Clo. 'Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, fuch 
as they are. 

Cou. May the world know them ? 

Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you 
and all flefti and blood are ; and, indeed, I do marry, 
that I may repent. 

Cou. Thy marriage, fooner than thy wickednefs. 

Clo. I am out o' friends, madam ; and I hope to have 
friends for my wife's fake. 

All's well, that ends well. 15 

Cou. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. 
Clo. You're fhallow, madam ; e'en great friends ; 
for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am 
aweary of. He, that eares my land, fpares my team, 
and gives me leave to inn the crop : if I be his cuckold, 
he's my drudge : He, that comforts my wife, is the 
cheriflier of my flefh and blood ; he, that cherilhes my 
flefh and blood, loves my flefh and blood; he, that loves 
my flelh and blood, is my friend : erg o, he, that kifles 
my wife, is my friend : If men could be contented to 
be what they are, there were no fear in marriage ; for 
young Cbarbon the puritan, and old Poyfam the papift, 
howfom'ere their hearts are fever'd in religion, their 
heads are both one, they may jowl horns together like 
any deer i' the herd. 

Cou. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouth'd and calum- 
nious knave ? 

Clo. A prophet I, madam ; and I fpeak the truth the 
next way : 

For I the ballad will repeat, 

which men full true mall find ; 
Your marriage comes by deftiny, 

your cuckoo fings by kind. 

Cou. Get you gone, fir; I'll talk with you more anon. 
Sfe. May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen 
come to you ; of her I am to fpeak. 

Cou. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would fpeak 
<vith her ; Helen I mean. 

Clo. Wai this fair face the cause, quoth Jhe, \_fingi n g- 

why the Grecians facked Troy ? 
Fond done, fond done! for UDari/3, e, 
ivas this king Priam'/ joy. 

* Madam in great * * done, fond 

B 2 

1 6 AW 3 we!/, that ends well. 

With that jheftghed , 
With that, Sec. 

and ga<ve thisjentence then'. 
Among nine bad if one be goody 
Among, &c. 

there's yet one good in ten. 

Cou. What, one good in ten ? you corrupt the fong, 

Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ; which is a 
purifying o' the fong : 'Would God would ferve the 
world fo all the year ! we'd find no fault with the 
tythe woman, if I were the parfon : One in ten, quoth 
a' ! an we might have a good woman born but or every 
blazing ftar, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the 
lottery well ; a man may draw his heart out, ere he 
pluck one* 

Cou. You'll be gone, fir knave, and do as I command 
you ? 

Clo. That man mould be at a woman's command, 
and yet no hurt done ! Though honefly be no puritan, 
yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplice of hu- 
mility over the black gown of a big heart. I am going, 
forfooth ; the businefs is, for Helen to come hither. 

[Exit Clown. 
Cou. Well, now. 

Ste. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman 

Cou. 'Faith, I do : her father bequeath'd her to me ; 
and me herfelf, without other advantage, may lawfully 
make title to as much love as ihe finds : there is more 
owing her* than is pay'd; and more (hall be pay'd her, 
than fhe'll demand. 

3 but ore everje 

AlFs 'ivel!, that ends 'well. 1 7 

Ste. Madam, I was very late more near her than, 
I think, fhe wifh'd me : alone {he was, and did com- 
municate to herfelf, her own words to her own ears ; 
fhe thought, I dare vow for her, they touch'd not any 
Granger fenfe. Her matter was, (he loved your fon : 
Fortune, fhe faid, was no goddefs, that had put fuch 
difference betwixt their two eftates ; Love, no god, 
that fhould not extend his might, only where qualities 
were level; sDiana, no queen of virgins, that would 
fuffer her poor knight to be furpriz'd in the firfl affault, 
without refcue, or ranfom afterward : This fhe de- 
liver'd in the moft bitter touch of forrow, that e'er 
I heard virgin exclaim in : which I held my duty, 
fpeedily to acquaint you withal; fithence, in the lofs 
that may happen, it concerns you fomething to know 

Cou. You have difcharg'd this honeftly ; keep it 
to yourfelf: many likelihoods inform'd me of this 
before, which hung fo tottering in the balance, that 
I could neither believe, nor mifdoubt : Pray you, leave 
me : ftall this in your bosom, and I thank you for your 
honefl care : I will fpeak with you further anon. 

[Spit Steward. 
Eater HELENA. 

Cou. Even fo % it was with me, when I was young : 

If 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 fhow, and feal, of nature's truth, 
When love's flrong paffion is impreft in youth : 
By our remembrances of days foregone, 
Such were our faults, O, then we thought them none. 

8 that would ' without refcue in the firft 
affault a6 If ever we 32 or then 

1 8 ATs well, that ends ive!f. 

Her eye is fick on't ; I observe her now. 

HEL. What is your pleasure, madam > 

Cou. You know, Helen, 
I am a mother to you. 

HEL. Mine honourable miftrefs. 

Cou. Nay, a mother ; 

Why not a mother ? When I faid, a mother, 
Methought, you faw a ferpent : What's in mother, 
That you ftart at it ? I fay, I am your mother ; 
And put you in the catalogue of those, 
That were enwombed mine : 'Tis often feen, 
Adoption ftrives with nature ; and choice breeds 
A native flip to us from foreign feeds : 
You ne'er oppreffM me with a mother's groan, 
Yet I exprefs to you a mother's care : 
God's mercy, maiden ! does it curd thy blood, 
To fay, I am thy mother ? What's the matter, 
That this diftemper'd meffenger of wet, 
The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye ? 
Why ? that you are my daughter ? 

HEL. "That I am not." 

Cou. I fay, I am your mother. 

HEL. Pardon, madam; 
The count Rofillion cannot be my brother : 
I am from humble, he from honourM name ; 
No note upon my parents, his all noble : 
My matter, my dear lord he is ; and I 
His fervant live, and will his vaffal dye : 
He muft not be my brother. 

Cou. Nor I your mother. 

HEL. You aremymother, madam, 'Would you were, 
So that my lord your fon were not my brother ! 

that ends weft. 


Indeed, my mother : Or, were you both our mothers, 

I'D care no more fbr't than I do for heaven, 

So I were not his fifter : Can't no other, 

But, I your daughter, he muft be my brother ? 

Cou. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law ; 
God Ihield, you mean it not ! daughter, and mother, 
So ftrive upon your pulfe : What, pale again ? 
My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs : Now I fee 
The myftery of your lonelinefs, and find 
Your fait tears' head. Now to all fenfe 'tis grofs, 
You love my fon ; invention is afham'd, 
Againft the proclamation of thy paffion, 
To fay, thou doft not : therefore tell me true ; 
But tell me then, 'tis fo : for, look, thy cheeks 
Confefs it, one to the other ; and thine eyes 
See it fo grofly mown in thy behaviours, 
That in their kind they fpeak it ; only fin, 
And hellifh obftinacy tye thy tongue, 
That truth mould be fufpefted : Speak, is't fo ? 
If it be fo, you have wound a goodly clue ; 
Jf it be not, forfwear't : hovve'er, I charge thee, 
As heaven mall work in me for thine avail, 
To tell me truly. 

HEL. Good madam, pardon me ! 

Cou. Do you love my fon ? 

HEL. Your pardon, noble miftrefs ! 

Cou. Love you my fon ? 

HEL. Do not you love him, madam ? 

Cou. Go not about ; my love hath in't a bond, 
Whereof the world takes note : come, come, difclose 
The ftate of your affeftion ; for your paffions 
Have to the full appeach'd. 

9 lovelineflc 

2O AlFi <well, that ends well. 

HEL. Then I confefs, 

Here"}" on my knee, before high heaven, and you, 
That, before you, and next unto high heaven, 
I love your fon : 

My friends were poor, but honeft ; fo's my love : 
Be not offended ; for it hurts not him, 
That he is lov'd of me : I follow him not 
By any token of presumptuous fuit; 
Nor would I have him, 'till I do deserve him ; 
Yet never know, how that desert fhould be : 
I know, I love in vain, ftrive againft hope ; 
Yet, in this captious and intenible fieve, 
J ftill pour in the waters of my love, 
And lack not to lose ftill : thus, Indian like, 
Religious in mine error, I adore 
The fun, that looks upon his worlhiper, 
But knows of him no more. My deareft madam, 
Let not your hate encounter with my love, 
For loving where you do : but, if yourfelf, 
Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, 
Did ever, in fo true a flame of liking, 
Wifh chaftly, and love dearly, that your Dian 
Was both herfelf and love ; o then, give pity 
To her, whose ftate is fuch, that cannot choose 
But lend, and give, where (he is fure to lose ; 
That feeks not to find that, her fearch implies, 
But, riddle like, lives fweetly where fhe dies. 

Cou. Had you not lately an intent, fpeak truly, 
To go to Paris ? 

HEL. Madam, I had. 

Cou. Wherefore? 
Tell true. 

AlVs well, that ends well. 21 

HEL. I will tell you true ; by grace itfelf, I fwear. 
You know, ray father left me fome prefcriptions, 
Of rare, and prov'd effedls, fuch as his reading, 
And manifeft experience, had collected 
For general fovereignty ; and that he will'd me 
Jn heedfulleft reservation to bellow them, 
As notes, whose faculties inclufive were 
More than they were in note : among'ft the reft, 
There is a remedy, approv'd, fet down, 
To cure the defperate languimings, whereof 
The king is render'd loft. 

Cou. This was your motive 
For Paris, was it, fpeak ? 

HEL. My lord your fon made me to think of this ; 
Elfe Paris, and the med'cine, and the king, 
Had, from the converfation of my thoughts, 
Haply, been abfent then. 

Cou. But think you, Helen, 
If you mould tender your fupposed 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 (hall they credit 
A poor unlearned virgin, when the fchools, 
Embowel'd of their doctrine, have left ofF 
The danger to itfelf? 

HEL. There's fomething hints, 
More than my father's flcill, which was the greateft 
Of his profeffion, that his good receipt 
Shall, for my legacy, be fanftify'd 
By the luckieft ftars in heaven: and, would your honour 
But give me leave to try fuccefs, I'd venture 
The well-loft life of mine on his grace's cure, 

22 All's ive/f, that ends 'well. 

By fuch a day, and hour. 

Cou. Doft thou believe't ? 

HEL. Ay, madam, knowingly. 

Cou. Why, Helen, thou fhalt have my leave, and lore, 
Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings 
To those of mine in court ; I'll ftay at home, 
And pray God's bleffing unto thy attempt : 
Be gone to-morrow ; and be fure of this, 
What I can help thee to, thou fhalt not mifs. [Exeunt. 

Acr ii. 

SCE NE I. Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. 
Flourijh. Enter King, attended', divers young 
Lords, taking leave for the Florentine War\ 

Kin. Farewel, young lords ; these warlike principles 
Do not throw from you : and you, my lords, farewel : 
Share the advice betwixt you ; if both gain all, 
The gift doth ftretch itfelf as 'tis receiv'd, 
And is enough for both. 

i. L. 'Tis our hope, fir, 
After well-enter'd foldiers, to return 
And find your grace in health. 

Kin. No, no, it cannot be ; and yet my heart 
Will not confefs, he owes the malady 
That doth my life befiege. Farewel, young lords ; 
Whether I live, or dye, be you the fons 
Of worthy Frenchmen : let higher Italy 
(Those bated, that inherit but the fall 
Of the laft monarchy) fee, that you come 

7 into 

Alfs well, that ends well. 23 

Not to woo honour, but to wed it ; when 

The braveft queftant fhrinks, find what you feek, 

That fame may cry you loud : I fay, farewel. 

? . L- Health, at your bidding, ferve your majefty ! 

Kin. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them ; 
They fay, our French lack language to deny, 
If they demand : beware of being captives, 
Before you ferve. 

i. 2. Our hearts receive your warnings. 

Kin. Farewel Come hither to me. 

[retires to a Couch ; Attendants leading him. 

1. L. O my fweet lord, that you will flay behind us! 
PAR . 'Tis not his fault ; the fpark 

2. L. O, 'tis brave wars ! 

PAR. Moft admirable : I have feen those wars. 

SEX. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with ; 
Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early. 

PAR . An thy mind ftand to't, boy, fteal away bravely. 

BER. I (hall ftay here the fore-horfe to afmock, 
Creaking my (hoes on the plain mafbnry, 
'Till honour be bought up, and no fword worn, 
But one to dance with* By heaven, I'll fteal away. 

1. L. There's honour in the theft. 
PAR. Commit it, count. 

2. L. I am your accefTary; andfo farewel. 
BER. I grow to you, and our parting is a torture. 

1. L. Farewel, captain. 

2. L. Sweet monfieur Parolles, 

PAR. Noble heroes, my fword and yours [measuring 
Swords 'with them.~\ are kin. Good fparks and luftrous, 
a word, good metals : You fhall find, in the regiment 
of the Spinii, one captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an 

46 tortur'd body. 3* bis ficatrice, with 

2\ dlP s ivell, that ends well. 

emblem of war, here on his fmifter cheek ; it was this 
very iword intrench'd it : fay to him, I live ; and ob- 
serve his reports for me. 

i. L. We (hall, noble captain. 

PAR. Mars doat on you for his novices ! {Exeunt Lords. 
What will you do ? \to Bertram. 

EER. Stay, the king, [feeing him rise. 

PAR. Use a more fpacious ceremony to the noble 
lords; you have reftrain'd yourfelf within the lift of too 
cold an adieu : be more expreffive to them ; for they 
wear themfelves in the cap of the time, there do mufter 
true gate, eat, fpe;;k, and move under the influence of 
the moil receiv'd ftar ; and, though the devil lead the 
measure, fuch are to be followed : after them, and take 
a more dilated farewel. 

SEK. And I will do fo. 

PAR. Worthy fellows; and like to prove moft finewy 
fword-men, [Exeunt BERTRAM, aWPAROLLEs. 

Enter LA FEU, haftily. 

LAF. Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings I 

Kin. I'll fee thee to ftand up. 

LAP. Then here's a man 

Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, you 
Had kneel'd, my lord, to afk me mercy ; and 
That, at my bidding, you could fo ftand up. 

Kin. I would, I had ; fo I had broke thy pate, 
And afk'd thee mercy for't. 

LAF . Good faith, acrofs. 

But, my good lord, 'tis thus ; Will you be cur'd 
Of your infirmity ? 

Kin. No. 

LAF. O, will you eat 

ell, that ends <weiL 25 

No grapes, my royal fox ? yes, but you will, 
My noble grapes, an if my royal fox 
Could reach them : I have feen a medecine, 
That's able to breath life into a ftone ; 
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary 
With fprightly fire and motion; whose fimple touch 
Js powerful to araise king Pepin, nay, 
And give great Charhmain a pen in his hand, 
To write to her a love-line. 

Kin. What her is this ? 

LAP. Why, doftor me : My lord, there's one arriv'd, 
If you will fee her, now, by my faith and honour, 
If ferioufly I may convey my thoughts 
In this my light deliverance, I have fpoke 
With one, that, in her fex, her years, profeffion, 
Wisdom, and conftancy, hath amaz'd me more 
Than I dare blame my weaknefs : Will you fee her, 
(For that is her demand) and know her businefs ? 
That done, laugh well at me. 

Kin. Now, good Lafeu, 
Bring in the admiration ; that we with thee 
May fpend our wonder too, or take off thine, 
By wond'ring how thou took'ft it. 

LAF. Nay, I'll fit you, 
And not be all day neither. [Exit LA FEU 

Kin. Thus he his fpecial nothing ever prologues, 

LAF. [entering'] Nay, come your ways. 

Re-enter LA FEU, -with HELENA. 

Kin. This hafte hath wings indeed. 

LAF . Nay, come your ways ; 
This is his majefty, fay your mind to him : 
A traitor you do look like ; but fuch traitors 

8 To give 9 And write 

26 AlVt well, that endi well. 

His majefty feldom fears : I am Creffid's uncle, 
That dare leave two together ; fare you well. 

[Exit LAFEU. Attendants retire. 

Kin. Now, fair one, does your businefs follow us ? 

HEL. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was my 
In what he did profefs, well found. [father ; 

Kin. I knew him. 

HEL . The rather will I fpare my praises towards him ; 
Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death 
Many receipts he gave me ; chiefly one, 
Which, as the deareft iflue of his practice, 
And of his old experience the only darling, 
He bad me ftore up, as a triple eye, 
Safer than mine own two ; more dear T have fo : 
And, hearing your high majefty is touch'd 
With that malignant cause wherein the honour 
Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in power, 
I come to tender it, and my appliance, 
With all bound humblenefs. 

Kin. We thank you, maiden ; 
But may not be fo credulous of cure, 
When our moft learned doctors leave us ; and 
The congregated colledge have concluded, 
That labouring art can never ranfom nature 
From her inaidable eftate, I fay, we muft not 
So ftain our judgment, or corrupt our hope, 
To proftitute our paft-cure malady 
To empericks ; or to diffever fo 
Our great felf and our credit, to efteem 
A fenfelefs help, when help paft fenfe we deem. 

HEL. My duty then fhall pay me for my pains r 
J will no more enforce mine office on you ; 

4//'i well, that ends well. zj 

Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts 
A modeft one, to bear me back again. 

Kin. I cannot give thee lefs, to be call'd grateful : 
Thou thought'ft to help me ; and fuch thanks I give, 
As one near death to those that wifh him live : 
But, what at full I know, thou know'ft no part ; 
I knowing all my peril, thou no art. 

HEL. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, 
Since you fet up your reft 'gainft remedy : 
He that of greateft works is finifher, 
Oft does them by the weakeft minifter : 
So holy writ in babes hath judgment mown, 
When judges have been babes ; great floods have flown 
From fimple fources ; and great feas have dry'd, 
When miracles have by the greateft been deny'd. 
Oft expectation fails, and moil: oft there 
Where moft it promises ; and oft it hits, 
Where hope is coldeft, and defpair moft fits. 

Kin. I muft not hear thee ; fare thee well, kind maid ; 
Thy pains, not us'd, muft by thyfelf be pay'd : 
Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward. 

Hxt. Infpired merit fo by breath is bar'd : 
It is not fo with him, that all things knows, 
As 'tis with us, that fquare our guefs by fhows : 
But moft it is presumption in us, when 
The help of heaven we count the aft of men. 
Dear fir, to my endeavours give confent ; 
Of heaven, not me, make an experiment : 
I am not an impofture, that proclaim 
Myfelf againft the level of mine aim ; 
But know I think, and think I know moft fure, 
My art is not paft power, nor you paft cure. 

'* rooft /hiftr, 2 9 Impoftrue, 

28 Alfs well, that en 

Kin. Art thou fo confident ? Within what fpace 
Hop'ft thou my cure ? 

HEL. The great'ft grace lending grace, 
Ere twice the horfes of the fun fhall bring 
Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring ; 
Ere twice in murk and occidental damp 
Moift Hefperus hath quench'd his fleepy lamp ; 
Or four and twenty times the pilot's glafs 
Hath told the thievifh minutes how they pafs ; 
What is infirm from your found parts fhall fly, 
Health (hall live free, and ficknefs freely dye. 

Kin. Upon thy certainty and confidence, 
What dar'ft thou venture ? 

HEL. Tax of impudence, 
A {trumpet's boldnefs, a divulged fhame, 
Traduc'd by odious ballads, my maiden's name 
Sear'd otherwise; or, worfe to worft extended, 
With vileft torture let my life be ended. 

Kin. Methinks, in thee fome bleffed fpirit doth fpeak; 
His powerful found, within an organ weak : 
And what impoflibility would flay 
Jn common fenfe, fenfe faves another way : 
Thy life is dear ; for all, that life can rate 
Worth name of life, in thee hath eftimate ; 
Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, birtue, all 
That happinefs, and prime, can happy call : 
Thou this to hazard, needs muft intimate 
Skill infinite, or monftrous defperate. 
Sweet praftiser, thy physick I will try ; 
That miniilers thine own death, if I dye. 

HE Li If I break time, or flinch in property 
Of what 1 fpoke, unpity'd let me dye ; 

7 her flaepy ' ^ othenvife, no worfe of worft 

All's 'well, that ends iibell. 29 

And well desery'd : Not helping, death's my fee ; 
But, if I help, what do you promise me ? 

Kin. Make thy demand. 

HEL. But will you make it even ? 

Kin. Ay, by my fcepter, and my hopes of heaven. 

HEL . Then malt thou give me, with thy kingly hand, 
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 Hate : 
But fuch a one, thy vafl'al ; whom I know 
Is free for me to alk, thee to beftow. 

Kin. Here is my hand ; the premises observ'd, 
Thy will by my performance mail be ferv'd : 
So make the choice of thy own time ; for I, 
Thy resolv'd patient, on thee ftill rely. 
More mould I queftion thee, and more I muft ; 
Though, more to know, could not be more to truft ; 
From whence thou cam'ft, how tended on, But reft 

tlnqueftion'd welcome, and undoubted bleft. 

Give me forne help here, ho !_ If thou proceed 

As hig has word, my deed mall match thy deed. [Exeunf. 

SCENE II. Rofillion. A Room in the Count's Palace. 
Enter Countefs, and Clown. 

Cou. Come on, fir, I (hall now put you to the height 
of your breeding. 

Clo. I will mew myfelf highly fed, and lowly taught : 
I know, my businefs is but to the court. 

Cou. 13ut to the court ! Why, what place make ypa 
fpecial, when you put off that with fuch contempt ; 

5 of heJpe, 


30 All's well, that en 

But to the court ? 

Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any 
manners, he may easily put it off at court : he that 
cannot make a leg, put ofF's cap, kifs his hand, and fay 
nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap ; and, in- 
deed, fuch a fellow, to fay precifely, were not for the 
court : but, for me, I have an anfwer will ferve all men. 

Cou. Marry, that's a bountiful anfwer, that fits all 

Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks ; 
the pin buttock, the quatch buttock, the brawn buttock, 
or any buttock. 

Leu. Will your anfwer ferve fit to all queftions ? 

Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an at- 
torney, as your French crown for your taffety punk, as 
Tib's rufh for Tom's fore-finger, as a pancake for mrove- 
tuesday, a morris for may-day, as the nail to his hole, 
the cuckold to his horn, as a fcolding quean to a wrang- 
ling knave, as the nun's lip to the frier's mouth; nay, 
as the pudding to his (kin. 

Cou. Have you, I fay, an anfwer of fuch fitnefs for 
all queftions? 

Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your con- 
ftable, it will fit any queftion. 

Cou. It muft be an anfwer of moft monftrous fize, 
that muft fit all demands. 

Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned 
fhould fpeak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs 
to't : Aft. me, if I am a courtier ; it lhall do you no harm 
to learn. 

Cou. To be young again, if we could : _ I will be a 
fool in queftion, hoping to be the wiser by your anfwer, 

Alfs well, that ends well. 3 1 

I pray you, fir, are you a courtier ? 

Clo. O lord, fir, There's a fimple putting off: more, 
more, a hundred of them. 

Cou. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you. 

C!o. O lord, fir, Thick, thick, fpare not me. 

Cou, I think, fir, you can eat none of this homely meat. 

Clo. O lord, fir, Nay, put me to't, I warrant you. 

Cou. You were lately whipt, fir, as I think. 

Clo. O lord, fir, Spare not me. 

Cou, Do you cry, o lord, Jtr, at your whipping, and 
fpare not me ? Indeed, your o lord, fir, is very fequerit to 
your whipping ; you would anfwer very well to a whip- 
ping, if you were but bound to't. 

Clo. I ne'er had worfe luck in my life in my o lord, 
Jir : I fee, things may ferve long, but not ferve ever. 

Cou. I play the noble huswife with the time, to en- 
tertain it fo merrily with a fool' 

C!o. O lord, fir, Why, there't ferves well again. 

Cou. An end, fir, to your businefs : Give Helen^ this, 
And urge her to a present anfwer back : 
Commend me to my kinsmen, and my fbn ; 
This is not much. 

Clo, Not much commendation to them. [me? 

Cou. Not much employment for you : You underftand 

Clo. Moft fruitfully; I am there before my legs. 

Cou. Hafte you again. [Exeunt federally. 

SCENE III. Paris. 4 Room in the King's Palace. 

LAP, They fay, miracles are paft; and we have our 
philofophical perfons, to make modern, and familiar, 
things fupernatural and causelefs. Hence is it, that we 

C 2 

32 dWt well, that ends well. 

make trifles of terrors ; enfconcing ourfelves into feem- 
ing knowledge, when we fhould fubmit ourfelves to an 
unknown fear. 

PAR. Why, 'tis the rareft argument of wonder, that 
hath fhot out in our latter times. 

ER. And fo 'tis. 

LA? . To be relinquiftvd of the artifts, 

PAR . So I fay ; both of Galen, and Paracelfus. 

LAF. Of all the learned and authentic fellows, 

PAR. Right, fo I fay. 

LAF . That gave him out incurable, 

PAR . Why, there 'tis ; fo fay I too. 

LAF. Not to be help'd. 

PAR. Right; as 'twere, a man aflur'd of a 

LAF* Uncertain life, and fure death. 

PAR. Juft, you fay well; fo would I have faid. 

LAF. I may truly fay, it is a novelty to the world. 

PAR. It is, indeed : if you will have it in fhewingj 
you (hall read it in What do you call there : 

LAF. A mewing of a heavenly effedl in an earthly 

PAR. That's it, I would have faid ; the very fame. 

LAF. Why, your dolphin is not luftier : 'fore me, I 
fpeak in refpeft 

PAR. Nay, 'tis ftrange, 'tis very ftrange, that is the 
brief and the tedious of it ; and he's of a moft facinerious 
fpirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the 

LAF. Very hand of heaven, 

PAR. Ay, fo I fay. 

LAF. In a moft weak 

PAR. And debile minifter, great power, great tran- 
fcendence : which mould, indeed, give us a further ufe 

All" 1 ! e well, that endi ive/I. 3 3 

to be made, than alone the recovery of the king ; as, 

LAP. Generally thankful. 

PAR. I would have faid it ; you fay well : Here comes 
the king. 

Enter King, HELENA, and Attendants. 

LAP. ilufli<$ f as the Dutchman fays : I'll like a maid 
the better, whilft I have a tooth in my head : why, he's 
able to lead her a corranto. 

PAR . Mart du <vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? 

LAP. 'Fore God, I think fo. 

Kin. Go, call before me all the lords in court. 

[Exeunt jome Attendants. 
Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's fide ; 
And with this healthful hand, whose banifh'd enfe 
Thou haft repeal'd, a fecond time receive 
The confirmation of my promis'd gift, 
Which but attends thy naming. 

Enter federal Lords. 

Fair maid, fend forth thine eye : this youthful parcel 
Of noble balchelors ftand at my beftowing, 
O'er whom both fovereign power and father's voice 
I have to use : thy frank election make ; 
Thou haft power to choose, and they none to forfake. 

HEL. To each of you one fair and virtuous miftrefs 
[coming from her Seat, and addrejjingherfelfto the Lords. 
Fall, when love please; marry, to each but one ! 

LAP. I'd give bay curtal, and his furniture, 
My mouth no more were broken than these boys', 
And writ as little beard. 

Kin. Peruse them well : 
J^Jot one of those, but had a noble father. 

? Luftique 


34 All'i 'well, tbat ends 'well. 

HEL. Gentlemen, 
Heaven hath, through me, reftor'd the king to health. 

Lor. We underftand it, and thank heaven for you. 

HEL. I am a fimple maid ; and therein wealthieft, 
That, I proteft, I fimply am a maid : _ 
Please it your majefty, I have done already : 
Theblumes in. my cheeks thus whifper me, 
We blujh, tbat thou Jhoulfft choose, but be refits^-, 
Let the 'white death Jit on thy cheek for e<ver t 
We'll ne'er come there again. 

Kin. Make choice ; and, fee, 
Who fhuns thy love, fhuns all his love in me. 

HEL. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly ; 
And to imperial love, that god moft high, 
Do my fighs ftream. _ Sir, will you hear my fuit ? 

1. L. And grant it. 

HEL. Thanks, fir; all the reft is mute. 

LAF. I had rather be in this choice, than throw 
ames-ace for my life. [fair eyes, 

HEL. The honour, fir, [to id L.] that flames in your 
Before I fpeak, too threat'ningly replies : 
Love make your fortunes twenty times above 
Her that fo wifhes, and her humble love ! 

2. L. No better, if you please. 
HEL. My wifh receive, 

Which great love grant ! and fo I take my leave. 

LAF . Do all they deny her? An they were fons of 
mine, I'd have them whipt ; or I would fend them to 
the Turk, to make eunuchs of. [take ; 

HEL. Be not afraid [to 3*L.] that I your hand mould 
I'll never do you wrong for your own fake : 
Blefling upon your vows ! and in your bed 

All's ivell, that ends well. 35 

Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed ! 

LAF . These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have 
her : fure, they are baftards of the Englijb ; the French 
ne'er got them. [too good. 

HEL. You are too young, [to 4.'* L.] too happy, and 
To make yourfelf a fon out of my blood. 

4. L. Fair one, I think not fo. 

LAT. There's one grape yet. 

B$ar. I am fure, thy father drunk wine. 

Haf, But, if thou be'ft not an afs, I am a youth of 
fourteen ; I have known thee already. 

HEL. I dare not fay, I take you ; [to Ber.] but I give 
Me, and my fervice, ever whilft I live, 
Into your guiding power. This is the man. [wife. 

Kin. Why then, young Bertram, take her, (he's thy 

BER. My wife, my liege? I (hall befeech your highnefs, 
In fuch a businefs give me leave to use 
The help of mine own eyes. 

Kin. Know'ft thou not, Bertram, 
What me has done for me ? 

BE R. Yes, my good lord ; 
But never hope to know why I fhould marry her. [bed. 

Kin. Thou know'ft, (he has rais'd me from my fickly 

BE R. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down 
Muftanfwer for your raising? I know her well ; 
She had her breeding at my father's charge, 
A poor physician's daughter : S>f;e my wife ? 
Difdain rather corrupt me ever ! 

Kin. 'I is 

But title thou difdain'ft in her ; the which 
I can build up. Strange is it, that our bloods, 
$Iifce of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together, 

3 'Tis onely title 

C 4 

36 vfl/'j 'well, that ends well. 

Would quite confound diftindtion, yet fland off 

In differences fo mighty : If fhe be 

All that is virtuous, fave what thou diflik'ft, 

A poor physician's daughter, thou diflik'll 

Of virtue for the name : but do not fo : 

V'rom loweft place when virtuous things proceed, 

The place is dignify'd by the doer's deed : 

Where great addition fwells, and virtue none, 

It is a dropfy'd honour : good alone 

Is good, without a name ; vilenefs is fo ; 

The property by what it is fhould go, 

Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair ; 

In these to nature (he's immediate heir ; 

And these breed honour : that is honour's fcorn, 

Which challenges itfelf as honour's born, 

And is not like the fire : Honours beft thrive, 

When rather from our ads we them derive, 

Than our fore-goers : the meer word's a flave, 

Debauch'd on every tomb, on every grave, 

A lying trophy ; and as oft is dumb, 

Where duft, and damn'd oblivion, is the tomb 

Of honour'd bones indeed. What mould be faid.* 

If thou can'ft like this creature as a maid, 

I can create the reft : virtue, and me, 

Is her own dower ; honour, and wealth, from me. 

BE R . I cannot love her, nor will ftrive to do't. [choose. 

Kin. Thou wrong'ft thyfelf, if thou fhould'fl ftrive to 

HEL. That you are well reftor'd, my lord, I am glad ; 
Let the reft go. 

Kin. My honour's at the flake; which to defend, 
I muft produce my power : Here, ~|". take her hand, 
Proud fcornful boy, unworthy this good gift ; 

1 ftands 6 whence ver- 3 to defeate 

AlVs --well, that ends well. 37 

That doft in vile mifprision fhackle up 
My love, and her desert ; that canft not dream, 
We, poizing us in her defective fcale, 
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 : Check thy contempt : 
Obey our will, which travels in thy good : 
Believe not thy difdain, but presently 
Do thine own fortunes that obedient righl, 
Which both thy duty owes, and our power claims : 
Or I will throw thee from my care for ever, 
Into the ftaggers, and the carelefs lapfe, 
Of youth and ignorance ; both my revenge, and hate, 
Loofing upon thee in the name of juftice, 
Without all terms of pity : Speak ; thine anfwer. 
EER. Pardon, my gracious lord ; for I fubmit 
My fancy to your eyes : When I confider, 
What great creation, and what dole of honour, 
Flies where you bid it, I find, that (he, which late 
Was in my nobler thoughts moil bafe, is now 
The praised of the king ; who, fo ennobl'd, 
Is, as 'twere, born fo. 

Kin. Take her by the hand ; 
And tell her, {he is thine : to whom I promise 
A counterpoize ; if not to thy eftate, 
A balance more repleat. 
EK. I take her hand. 

Kin. Good fortune, and the favour of the king, 
Smile upon this contracl : whose ceremony 
Shall feem expedient on the now-born brief, 
And be perform'd to-night ; the folemn feaft 
Shall more attend upon the coming fpace, 

3? All* i well, that endi wett. 

Expefting abfent friends. As thou lov'ft her, 
Thy love's to me religious ; elfe, does err. 

[ Exeunt King, BERT RAM, HELENA, Lords, andAtt* 

LAV . Do you hear, monfieur? a word with you. 

PAR. Your pleasure, fir? 

LAP. Your lord and mafter did well to make his re- 

PAR. Recantation ? My lord ? my mafter ? 

LAP. Ay ; Is it not a language, I fpeak? 

PAR. A moft harfh one; and not to be underftood 
without bloody fucceeding. My mafter ? 

LAP. Are you companion to the count Rofilliun? 

PAR. To any count; to all counts; to what is man.' 

LAP. To what is count's man ; count's mafter is of 
another ftile. 

PAR. You are too old, fir; let it fatiffy you ; you are 
too old. 

LAP. I muft tell thee, firrah, I write man; to which 
title age cannot bring thee. 

PAR . What I dare too well do, I dare not do. 

LAP. I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a 
pretty wise fellow ; thou didft make tolerable vent of 
thy travel ; it might pafs : yet the fcarfs, and the ban- 
nerets, about thee, did manifoldly difluade me from be- 
lieving thee a vefiel 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'rt 
fcarce worth. 

PAR. Had'ft thou not the priviledge of antiquity 
upon thee, 

LAP, Do not plunge thyfelf too far in anger, left 
l hou haften thy trial ; which if Lord have mercy on 

All" 1 ! well, that ends wsll. 39 

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. 

PAR. My lord, you give me moll egregious indignity. 

LAF. Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it. 

PAR. I have not, my lord, deserv'd it. 

LAF. Yes, good faith, every dram of it ; and I will 
not bate thee a fcruple. 

PAR. Well, I mail be wiser. 

LAF . E'en as foon as thou canft, for thou haft to 
pall at afmack o'the contrary. If ever thou be'ft bound 
in thy fcarf, and beaten, thou lhalt find what it is to be 
proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my ac- 
quaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge ; that I 
may fay, in the default, he is a man I know. 

PA R . My lord, you do me moft infupportable vexation. 

LAF. I would it were hell -pains for thy fake, and my 
poor doing eternal : for doing I am paft ; as I will by 
thee, in what motion age will give me leave. 

[Exit LA FEU. 

PAR . Well, thou haft afon mail take this difgrace off 
me ; fcurvy, old, filthy, fcurvy lord. Weil, I muft 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 have of I'll beat him, an 
if I could but meet him again. 

Re-enter LA FEU. 

LAF . Sirrah, your lord and matter's marry'd, there's 
news for you ; you have a new miftrefs. 

PAR. 1 moft unfeignedly befeech your lordftiip to 
make fome reservation of your wrongs : He is my, good 

40 All's well, that endt 'well. 

lord ; f>e, whom I ferve above, is my matter. 

LAF. Who? God? 

PAT. Ay, fir. 

LAF. The devil it is, that's thy matter. Why doft 
thou garter up thy arms o'this fafhion ? doft make hose 
of thy fleeves ? do other fervants fo ? Thou wert beft 
fet thy lower part where thy nose {lands. By mine ho- 
nour, if I were bat two hours younger, I'd beat thee : 
methinks, thou art a general offence, and every man 
mould beat thee: I think, thou waft created for men to 
breath themfelves upon thee. 

PAR. This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord. 

LAF. Go to, fir ; you were beaten in Italy for picking 
a kernel out of a pomegranate ; you are a vagabond, and 
no true traveller : you are more faucy with lords, and 
honourable perfonages, than the commifTion of your birth 
and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not worth another 
word, eife I'd callyouknave. Ileaveyou. [AV'/LAFEU. 

PAR. Good, very good ; it is fo then : Good, very 
good ; let it be conceal'd a while. 


BER. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever! 

PAR. What's the matter, fweet heart ? 

BER . Although before the folemn prieft I have fworn, 
I will not bed her. 

PAR. Wha% what, fweet heart ? 

BER. O my Paro/Ies, they have marry'd me: 
I'll to the Tujcan wars, and never bed her. 

PAR. France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits 
The tread of a man's foot : to the wars ! [port is, 

BER. There's letters from my mother; what the im~ 
I know not yet. 

All's 'well, that endi iuett. 4.1 

PJR. Ay, that would be known: To the wars, my boy, 
He wears his honour in a box unfeen, [to the wars ! 
That hugs his kickfy-wickfy here at home ; 
Spending his manly marrow in her arms, 
Which mould fuftain the bound and high curvet 
Of Man's fiery fteed : To other regions ! 
France is a ftable ; we that dwell in't, jades; 
Therefore, to the war! 

BEK. It fhall be fo; I'll fend her to my houfe, 
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her, 
And wherefore I am fled ; write to the king 
That which I durft not fpeak : his present gift 
Shall furnilh me to those Italian fields, 
Where noble fellows ftrike : War is no flrife, 
To the dark houfe, and the detefled wife. 

PJR. Will this capriccio hold in thee, art fure? 

BER. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me. 
I'll fend her ftraight away; To-morrow 
I'll to the wars, me to her fingle forrow. [hard ; 

PAR . Why, these balls bound ; there's noise in it. 'Tis 
A young man, marry'd, is a man that's mar'd : 
Therefore away, and leave her bravely ; go : 
The king has done you wrong; but, hufh ! 'tis fo. [Ex, 

SCENE IV. The fame. Another Room in the fame. 

Enter HELENA, and Clown. 
HEL. My mother greets me kindly ; Is me well ? 
Clo. She is not well ; but yet me has her health : 
Ihe's very merry ; but yet me is not well : but, thanks 
be given, me's very well, and wants nothing i'the world; 
but yet fhe is not well. 
&i, If (he be very well, what does me ail, that 

42 Alfs well, that tndt well. 

fhe's not very well ? [things^ 

Clo. Truly, fhe's very' well, indeed, but for two 

HEL. What two things ? 

Clo. One, that (he's not in heaven, Whither God 
fend her quickly ! the other, that fhe's in earth, From 
whence God fend her quickly ! 


PAR. Blefs you, my fortunate lady ! 

HEL. I hope, fir, I have your good will to have mine 
own good fortunes. 

PAR. You had my prayers to lead them on ; and, to 
keep them on, have them flill O, my knave ! How 
does my old lady ? 

Clo. So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, 
I would fhe did as you fay. 

PAR. Why, I fay nothing. 

Clo. Marry, you are the wiser man ; for many a 
man's tongue makes out his matter's undoing : To fay 
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. 

PAR . Away, thou'rt a knave. 

Clo. You mould have faid, fir, before a knave thou'rt 
a knave ; that is, before me thou'rt a knave : this had 
been truth, fir. 

PAR. Go to, thou art a witty fool, I have found thee. 

Clo. Did you find me in yourfelf, fir ; or were you 
taught to find me? The fearch, fir, was profitable; and 
much fool may you find in you, even to the world's 
pleasure, and the encreafe of laughter. 

PAR. A good knave, i'faith, and well fed. _ 
Madam, my lord will go away to-night; 

10 fortune, 

All's 'well, that ends <well. 43 

A very ferious businefs calls on him. 

The great prerogative and right of love, 

Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge; 

But puts it off on a compell'd reftraint: 

Whose want, and whose delay, is ftrew'd with fweets ; 

Which they diftill now in the curbed time, 

To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, 

And pleasure drown the brim. 

HEL. What's his will elfe? 

PAR . That you will take your inftant leave o'the king, 
And make this hafte as your own good proceeding, 
Strengthen'd with what apology you think 
May make it probable need. 

HE L . What more commands he ? 

PAR . That, having this obtain'd, you presently 
Attend his further pleasure. 

HEL. In every thing 
I wait upon his will. 

PAR. I mail report it fo. 

HEL. I pray you. _ Come, firrah. [Exeunt. 

SCENE V. r he fame. Another Room in the fame. 
Enter LAFEU, and BERTRAM. 

LAF . But, I hope, your lordfhip thinks not him a 

BER. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof. 

LAF . You have it from his own deliverance. 

ER. And by other warranted teftimony. 

LAF. Then my dial goes not true ; I took this lark 
for a bunting. 

BER. I do affure you, my lord, he is very great in 
knowledge, and accordingly valiant. 

4 off to a 

44 -AWs welly Mat endi 'well. 

LAF. I have then fin'd againft his experience, and 
tranfgrefT'd againft his valour ; and my ftate that way 
is dangerous, fince I cannot yet find in my heart to re- 
pent : Here he comes ; I pray you, make us friends, I 
will purfue the amity. 


PAR. These things (hall be done, fir. |>Ber. 

LAF. I pray you, fir, who's his tailor ? 

PAR. Sir? 

LAP. O, I know him well : ay, fir; he, fir, 's a good 
workman, a very good tailor. 

BER. " Js fhe gone to the king? " 

PAR. "She is." 

BER. "Will fhe away to-night: " 

PAR. "As you'll have her." 

BER. "I have writ my letters, cafketed my treasure, " 
" Given order for our horfes ; and to-night, " 
" When I fhould take posseffion of the bride, " 
"And, ere I do begin, 

LAP. A good traveller is fomething at the latter end 
of a dinner ; but one that lies three thirds, and uses a 
known truth to pafs a thousand nothings with, fhould 

be once heard, and thrice beaten. God fave you, 


BER. Is there any unkindnefs between my lord and 
you, monfieur ? 

PAR. 1 know not how I have deserved to run into my 
lord's difpleasure. 

LAP. You have made fhift to run into't, boots and 
fpurs and all, like him that leapt into the cuftard ; and 
cut of it you'll run again, rather than fuffer queftion for 
your residence. 

that ends <vccll 


BER. It may be, you have miftaken him, my lorcL 

LAP. And ihall do fo ever, though I took him at's 
prayers. Fare you well, my lord : and believe this of 
me, There can be no kernel in this light nut ; the foul 
of this man is his cloaths : truft him not in matter of 
heavy confequence ; I have kept of them tame, and know 
their natures Farewel, monfieur : I have fpoken better 
of you, than you have or will deserve at my hand ; but 
we muft do good againft evil. [Exit LA FEU. 

PAR. An idle lord, I fwear. 

BER. I think fo. 

PJR . Why, do you not know him ? 

ER. Yes, I do know him well ; and common fpeech 
Gives him a worthy pafs. Here comes my clog. 
Enter HELENA. 

HEL. I have, fir, as I was commanded from you< 
Spoke with the king, and have procur'd his leave 
For present parting ; only, he desires 
Some private fpeech with you. 

BER. I (hail obey his will. 
You muft not marvel, Helen, r.t my courfe, 
Which holds not colour with the time, nor doe? 
The miniftration and required office 
On my particular : prepar'd I was not 
For fuch a businefs ; therefore am I found 
So much unfettl'd : This drives me to entreat you, 
That presently you take your way for home ; 
And rather muse, than afk, why I entreat you : 
For my refpecls are better than they feem ; 
And my appointments have in them a need, 
Greater than (hews itfelf, at the firft view, 
To you that know them not. This =f to my mother: 

VOL. IV. p 

46 All' 'i 'well, that ends well. 

'Twill be two days, ere I fhall fee you ; fo 
I leave you to your wisdom. 

HEL. Sir, I can nothing fay, 
But that I am your moft obedient fervant : 

BER. Come, come, no more of that. 

HEL. And ever (hall 

With true observance feek to eke out that, 
Wherein toward me my homely ftars have fail'd 
To equal my great fortune. 

BER. Let that go : 
My hafte is very great : Farewel ; hye home. 

HEL. Pray, fir, your pardon. 

BER. Well, what would you fay? 

HEL. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe ; 
Nor dare I fay, 'tis mine ; and yet it is ; 
But, like a timorous thief, moft fain would fteal 
What law does vouch mine own. 

BER. What would you have? [deed : 

HEL. Something ; and fcarce fo much : nothing, in- 
I would not tell you what I would : 'Faith, yes ; 
Strangers, and foes, do funder, and not kifs. 

BER. I pray you, ftay not, but in hafte to horfe. 

HEL. I lhall not break your bidding, good my lord. 

ER. Where are my other men, monfieur: Farewel. 

[Exit HELENA. 

Go thou toward home ; where I will never come, 
Whilft I can make my fword, or hear the drum : _ 
Away, and for our flight. 

PJR. Bravely, coragio ! {Exeunt. 


40 would my Lord : Faith *+ v. Notr, 

dli's 'well, that ends 'well. 47 

5 CENE I. Florence. A Room in the Duke's Palace. 

Flourijb. Enter the Duke of Florence, attended; 

two French Lords, and Others. 

Duk. So that, from point to point, now have you heard 
The fundamental reasons of this war ; 
Whose great decision hath much blood let forth. 
And more thirfts after. 

i.L. Holy feems the quarrel 
Upon your grace's part ; but black and fearful 
On the opposer'0. 

Duk. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France 
Would, in fo juft a businefs, fhuthis bosom 
Againfl our borrowing prayers. 

i.L. Good my lord, 
The reasons of our ftate I cannot yield, 
But like a common and an outward man, 
That the great figure of a council frames 
By felf-unable notion : therefore dare not 
Say what I think of it ; fmce I have found 
Myfelf in my incertain grounds to fail, 
As often as I gueff'd. 

Duk. Be it his pleasure. 

2. L. But I am fare, the younger of our nation, 
That furfeit on their ease, will, day by day, 
Come here for physick. 

Duk. Welcome {hall they be ; 
And all the honours, that can fly from us, 
Shall on them fettle : You know your places well ; 
When better fall, for your avails they fell. 
To-morrow to the field. [Exeuiif. 

D 2 

AlVt well, that endt lutlL 

S C E NE II. Rofillion. A Room in the Count's Palace. 

Enter Countefs, and Clown. 

Cou. It hath happen'd all as I would have had it, fave, 
that he comes not along with her. 

C/o. By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very 
melancholy man. 

Cou. By what observance, I pray you ? 
C/o. Why, he will look upon his boot, and (ing ; 
mend the ruff, and fmg ; a(k queftions, and fing ; pick 
his teeth, and fing : I know a man, that had this trick 
of melancholy, fold a goodly manor for a fong. 

Ccu. Let me fee what he writes, and when he means 
to come. [opening the Letter. 

Cio. I have no mind to Is&el, fince I was at court : 
our old ling, and our Isbels, o'the country, are nothing 
like your old ling, and your libels o the court: the brains 
of my Cupid's, knock'd out ; and 1 begin to love, as an 
old man loves money, with no ftomack. 
Cou. What have we here ? 

Clo. E'en that you have there. [Exit Clown. 

Cou. [reads.] I have fent you a daughter-in-law : Jke 
bath recovered the king, and undone me : I have ived- 
dtd her, not bedded her; and fiver n to make the not 
eternal. You Jhall bear, I am run away ; know it, be- 
fore the report come : if there be breadth enough in the 
world, I vjill bold a long dijtance. My duty to you. 

Your unfortunate fon, Bertram* 

This is not well, ram and unbridl'd boy, 
To fly the favours of fo good a king ; 
To pluck his indignation on thy head, 
By the mifprising of a maid too virtuous 

(i hold a *' In that 

AlPs wet/, that ends well. 49 

For the contempt of empire. 

Re-enter Clown. 

do. O, madam, yonder is heavy news within, be- 
tween two foldiers and my young lady. 

Cou. What is the matter ? 

Clo. Nay, there is fome comfort in the news, fome 
comfort; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as J though: 
he would. 

Cou. Why mould he be kill'd? 

Clo. So fay I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he 
does : the danger is in {landing to't ; that's the lofs of 
men, though it be the getting of children. Here they 
come, will tell you more : for my part, I only hear, 
your fon was run away. [Exit Clown. 

Enter HELENA, and two Gentlemen. 

2. G. Save you, good madam. 

HEL. Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone. 

l. G. Do not fay fo. 

Cou. Think upon patience Pray you, gentlemen, 
I have felt fo many quirks of joy, and grief, 
That the firft face of neither, on the ftart, 
Can woman me unto't, where is my fon, I pray you ? 

I . G. Madam, he's gone to ferve the duke of Florence: 
We met him thitherward ; for thence we came, 
And, after fome difpatch in hand at court, 
Thither we bend again. 

HEL . Look on his letter, madam, here's ~j~ my pafiport. 

\readt. ,] When tbou can 1 ft get the ring upon my finger, 
which never flail come ojf, and Jhe^-jo me a child be- 
gotten of thy body, that I am father to, tbtn call me 
huiband : but infuch a then / ivrite a. never. 
This is a dreadful fentence. 

50 MPt we!!, that ends 'well. 

Cou. Brought you this letter, gentlemen ? 

I. G. Ay, madam ; 
And, for the contents' fake, are forry for our pains. 

Cou. I pr'ythee, lady, have a better cheer ; 
If thou engrofleft all the griefs are thine, 
Thou rob'ft me of a moiety : He was my fon ; 
But I do wafh his name out of my blood, 
And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he ? 

I. G. Ay, madam. 

Cou. And to be a foldier ? 

1. G. Such is his noble purpose : and, believe't, 
The duke will lay upon him all the honour 
That good convenience claims. 

Cou. Return you thither ? 

2. G. Ay, madam, with the fwifteft wing of fpeed. 
HEL. \reads. ~\ 'Fill I have no 'wife, I have nothing in 

France. _'Tis bitter. 

Cou. Find you that there ? 

HEL. Ay, madam. 

2. G. 'Tis but the boldnefs of his hand, haply, which 
His heart was. not confenting to. 

Cou. Nothing in France, until he have no wife ! 
There's nothing here, that is too good for him, 
But only fhe; and fhe deserves a lord, 
That twenty fuch rude boys might tend upon, 
And call her hourly miftrefs Who was with him ? 

2. G. A fervant only, and a gentleman 
Which I have fometime known. 

Cou. Parolles, was't not ? 

2. G' Ay, my good lady, he. 

Cou. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickednefs.: 
My fon corrupts a well-derived nature 

AWs well, that ends ivell. '5 1 

With his inducement. 

2. G. 32ftl?, indeed, good lady, 
The fellow has a deal of that, too much, 
Which holds him much to have. 

Cou. You're welcome, gentlemen. 
I will intreat you, when you fee my fon, 
To tell him, that his fword can never win 
The honour that he loses : more I'll intreat you 
Written to bear along. 

i. G. We ferve you, madam, 
In that and all your worthieft affairs. 

Cou. Not fo, but as we change our courtefies. 
Will you draw near ? [Exeunt Cou. WGen. 

HEL . 'T'i/t I ha<ve no wife, I ba<ve nothing in France. 
Nothing in France, until he has no wife ! 
Thou fhalt have none, Rojillion, none in France, 
Then haft thou all again. Poor lord, is't I 
That chace thee from thy country, and expose 
Those tender limbs of thine to the event 
Of the none-fparing war ? and is it I 
That drive thee from the fportive court, where thou 
Waft mot at with fair eyes, to be the mark 
Of fmoky mufkets ? O you leaden meflengers, 
That ride upon the violent fpeed of fire, 
Fly with falfe aim ; pierce the ftill-moving air, 
That fings with piercing, do not touch my lord ! 
Whoever fhoots at him, \ fet him there ; 
Whoever charges on his forward breaft, 
I am the caitiff that do hold him to't ; 
And, though I kill him not, I am the cause 
His death was fb effefted : better 'twere, 
I met the ravin lion when he roar'd 

2 5 move the ftill-piercing 

D 4 

5 ? dll's well, that exits naeil. 

With (harp conftraint of hunger; better 'twere, 

That all the miseries, which nature owes, 

Were mine at once : No, come thou home, Rc/tllioK, 

Whence honour but of danger wins a fear, 

As oft it loses all ; I will be gone ; 

Jvly being here it is, that holds thee hence ; 

hall I ftay here to do't ? no, no, although 

The air of paradife did fan the houfe, 

And angels offic'd all : I will be gone ; 

That pitiful rumcur may report my flight, 

To confolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day ; 

For, with the dark, poor thief, I'll (leal away. [Exit, 

SCENE III. Florence. Before the Dukes Palace, 

Flour ijh. Enter the Duke of Florence, BERTRAM, 

Lords, Officers, Soldiers, and Others. 

Duk. The general of our horfe thou art ; and we, 
Great in oar hope, lay our beft love, and credence, 
Upon thy promising fortune. 

BER. Sir, it is 

A charge too heavy for my ftrength ; but yet 
We'll ftrive to bear it for your worthy fake, 
To the extream edge of hazard. 

Duk . Then go thou forth ; 
And fortune play upon thy profperous helm, 
As thy aufpicious miftrefs ! 

SER. This very day, 
Great Mars, I put myfelf into thy file : 
Make me but like my thoughts ; and I (hall prove 
A lover of thy drum, hater of love. [Exeunt, 

SCE NE IV . Rofillion. A Room ir. the Count's Palacf, 

Jill's ei*//, that tnJs well, 

Enter Countefs, and Steward. 
Cou. Alas ! and would you take the letter of her ? 
Might you not know, fhe would do as me has done, 
By fending me a letter? Read it again. 

Stf* I am faint Jacques' pilgrim, thither gone*, 

Ambitious love hath Jo in me offended, 
That tare-foot plod I the cold ground upon. 

With fainted vow my faults to have amended. 
Write, write, that, from the bloody courfe ofivar, 

My dear eft majler, your dear fen, may hye ; 
Blefs him at home in peace ; ivhilft I, from far, 

His name voith zealous fervour Janftify : 
His taken labours bid him me forgive ; 

I, his defpiteful }\mo,fcni him forth 
From courtly friends, with camping foes to live, 

Where death and danger dog tbe heels of worth : 
He is too good and fair for death, and me ; 
Whom I myfelf embrace, tofet him free. 
<Soil Ah, what (harp flings are in her mildeft words ! 
Rinaldo, you ne'er lack'd advice fo much, 
As letting her pafs fo; had I fpoke with her, 
I could have well diverted her intents, 
Which thus me hath prevented. 

Ste. Pardon me, madam : 
If I had given you this at over-night, 
She might have been o'er-ta'en ; and yet fhe writes, 
Purfuit would be but vain. 

Cou. What angel (hall 

Blefs this unworthy husband ? he cannot thrive, 
Unlefs her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear, 
And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath 
Of greateft juftice. Write, write, Rinalda, 

rt J 0t 10 y ou 

54 dWf well, that ends tueU. 

To this unworthy husband of his wife ; 

Let every word weigh heavy of her worth, 

That he does weigh too light : my greateft grief, 

Though little he do feel it, fet down fharply. 

Difpatch the moil convenient meflenger : __ 

When, haply, he mall hear that fhe is gone, 

He will return ; and hope I may, that me, 

Hearing fo much, will fpeed her foot again, 

Led hither by pure love : which of them both 

Is deareft to me, I have no (kill in fenfe 

To make diftindion : __ Provide this mefienger : 

My heart is heavy, and mine age is weak ; 

Grief would have tears, and forrow bids me fpeak. \Ex. 

SCENE V. Without the Walls of Florence. 

Tucket afar off. Enter an old Widow of Florence, 

DIANA her Daughter, MARIANA, 

and other Citizens. 

Wid. Nay, come; for if they do approach the city t 
we mall lose all the fight. 

DIA. They fay, the French count has done moft ho- 
hourable fervice. 

Wid. It is reported, that he has taken their greateft 
commander; and that with his own hand he flew the 
duke's brother. [Tucket.] We have loft our labour; they 
are gone a contrary way : hark ! you may know by their 

MAR. Come, let's return again, and fuffice ourfelves 

with the report of it Well, Diana, take heed of this 

French earl : the honour of a maid is her name ; and no 
legacy is fo rich as honefty, 

Wid. I have told my neighbour, how you have been 

AIFi we/I, that ends welt. $e 

follicited by a gentleman his companion. 

MAR. I know that knave; hang him ! one Parallel : 
a filthy officer he is in those fuggeftions for the young 

earl Beware of them, Diana; their promises, intice- 

ments, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of luft, are 
not the things they go under : many a maid hath been 
feduc'd by them ; and the misery is, example, that fo 
terrible (hews in the wreck of maidenhood, cannot for 
all that difluade fucceflion, but that they are limed with 
the twigs that threaten them. I hope, I need not to ad- 
vise you further ; but, I hope, your own grace will keep 
you where you are, though there were no further danger 
known, but the modefty which is fo loft. 

DIA. You fhall not need to fear me. 

Enter HE LENA, habited like a Pilgrim. 

Wid. I hope fo. Look, here comes a pilgrim : I know 
me will lye at my houfe : thither they fend one another : 
I'll queftion her 
God fave you, pilgrim ! Whither are you bound ? 

HEL. To faint "Jaques le grand. 
Where do the palmers lodge, I do befeech you ? 

Wid. At the faint Francis here befide the port. 

HEL. Is this the way? 

Wid. Ay, marry, is it. _ Hark you ! [Tucket. 

They come this way: If you will tarry, pilgrim, 
But 'till the troops come by, 
I will conduct you where you mall be lodg'd ; 
The rather, for, I think, 1 know your hoftefs 
As ample as myfelf. 

HEL. Is it yourfelf ? 

Wid. If you mall please fo, pilgrim, 

HEL. I thank you, and will ftay upon your leisure. 

10 threatens *5 tarrie holy Pilgrime 

{6 All's well, that cndt -well. 

Wid. You came, I think, from France? 

HEL. I didfo. 

Wid. Here you mall fee a countryman of yours, 
That has done worthy fervice. 

HEL. His name, I pray you ? 

DIA. The count Rojillion ; Know you fuch a one ? 

HE i. But by the ear, that hears molt nobly of him ; 
His face I know not. 

DIA . Whatfoe'er he is, 

He's bravely taken here. He ftole from France, 
As 'tis reported, for the king had marry'd him 
Againft his liking : Think you, it is fo ? 

HEL. Ay, furely, meer the truth ; I know his lady. 

DIA. There is a gentleman that fences the count, 
Reports but coarfely of her. 

HEL. What's his name ? 

DIA. Monfieur Parolles. 

HEL. O, I believe with him, 
In argument of praise, or to the worth 
Of the great count hiinfelf, fhe is too mean 
To have her name repeated ; all her deserving 
Is a reserved honefly, and that 
I have not heard examin'd. 

DIA. Alas, poor lady! 
*Tis a hard bondage, to become the wife 
Of a detefting lord. 

Wid. Ay, right : Good creature ! wherefoe'er Ihe is, 
Her heart weighs fadly : this young maid might do her 
A (hrewd turn, if fhe pleas'd. 

HEL. How do you mean ? 
May be, the amorous count follicits her 
In the unlawful purpose, 

AIl'i 'well, that ends imeil. ^j 

Wid. He does, indeed ; 
And brokes with all that can in fuch a fuit 
Corrupt the tender honour of a maid : 
But file is arm'd for him, and keeps her guard 
In honefteft defence. 

MAR. The gods forbid elfe! 

Enter, 'with Drum and Colours, marching, the 
Florentine Army, BERTRAM, a/z^PAROLLEs. 

Wid. So, now they come : _ 
That is ~j~ Antonio, the duke's eldeft fon ; 
That f Efcalus. 

HEL. Which is the Frenchman? 

DIA. He; 

That, "|" with the plume : 'tis a moft gallant fellow ; 
I would, he lov'd his wife: if he were honefter, 
He were much goodlier: Is'tnota'handfome gentleman? 

If EL. I like him well ? [knave, 

DIA. 'Tis pity, he's nothoneft : Yond's "I" that fame 
That leads him to these paces ; were I his lady, 
I'd poison that vile rafcal. 

HEL. Which is he ? [lancholy? 

DIA. That jack-an-apes with fcarfs : Why is he me- 

HEL. Perchance, he's hurt i'the battle. 

PAR. Lose our drum ! well. [has fpy'd us. 

MAR. He's (hrewdly vex'd at fomething : Look, he 

Wid. Marry, hang you ! [Parolles bows to them. 

MAR. and your courtefy, for a ring-carrier ! 

[Exeunt Army, BER. PAR. &c. 

Wid. The troop is paft : Come, pilgrim, 1 will bring 
Where you mall hoft: of enjoin'd penitents [y u 

There's four, or five, to great faint Jaques bound, 
-Already at my houfe. 

9 placsr 

5 8 Alfi <wdl, that ends well. 

HEL. I humbly thank you : 
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 beftow fome precepts on this virgin, 
Worthy the note. 

MAR. DIA. We'll take your offer kindly. [Exeunt. 

S CE NE VI. Camp under Florence. 

Enter BERTRAM, and the t-ivo Lords. 
2. L. Nay, good my lord, put him to't ; let him have 
his way. 

1. L. If your lordfhip find him not a hilding, hold 
me no more in your refpeft. 

2. L. On my life, my lord, a bubble. 

BER. Do you think, I am fo far deceiv'd in him ? 

2. L. Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct know- 
ledge, without any malice, but to fpeak of him as my 
kinsman, he's a moft notable coward, an infinite and 
endlefs liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner of 
no one good quality worthy your lordfhip's entertain- 

i. L. It were fit you knew him; left, reposing too 
far in his virtue, which he hath not, he might, at 
fome great and trufty businefs, in a main danger, fail 

BER. I would, I knew in what particular action to 
try him. 

i. L. None better than to let him fetch ofF his 
drum, which you hear him fo confidently undertake 
to do. I, with a troop of Florentines, will fuddenly 
furprize him ; fuch I will have, whom, I am fure, he 

All's 'well, that ends well. jo. 

knows not from the enemy : we will bind and hood- 
wink him fo, that he fhali fuppose no other but that 
he is carry'd into the leaguer of the adverfaries, when 
we bring him to our own tents : Be but your lordfhip 
present at his examination ; if he do not, for the pro- 
mise of his life, and in the higheft compulsion of bafe 
fear, offer to betray you, and deliver all the intelligence 
in his power againft you, and that with the divine for- 
feit of his foul upon oath, never truil my judgment in 
any thing. 

2. L. O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his 
drum ; he fays, he has a ftratagem for't : when your 
lordlhip fees the bottom of his fuccefs in't, and to what 
metal this counterfeit lump of oar will be melted, if 
you give him not John Drum's entertainment, your in- 
clining cannot be removed. Here he comes. 

\. L. " O, for the love of laughter, hinder not the" 
"honour of his defign ; let him fetch off his drum in" 
"any hand." [to Bertram. 

ER. How now, monfieurr this drum Hicks forely in 
your difposition. 

i . L. A pox on't, let it go ; 'tis but a drum. 

PAR. But a drum! Is't but a drum? A drum fo 
loft '.There was excellent command' to charge in 
with our horfe upon our own wings, and to rend our 
own foldiers. 

i. L. That was not to be blam'd in the command 
of the fervice ; it was a disaiter of war that Ctesar him- 
felf could not have prevented, if he had been there to 

EK, Well, we cannot greatly condemn our fuccefs : 

*3 of this '4 of ours 

60 AlTs we/I, that ends ivtfl. 

foine diflionour we had, in the lofs of that drum ; but 
it is not to be recover'd. 

PAR. It might have been recover'd. 

BE R. It might ; but it is not now. 

PAR. It is to be recover'd : but that the merit of 
fervice is feldom attributed to the true and exaft per- 
former, I would have that drum, or another, or bic 

BER. Why, if you have a ftomack to't, monfieur, if 
you think your miftery in ftratagem can bring this in- 
ftrument of honour again into his native quarter, be 
magnanimous in the enterprise, and goon; I will grace 
the attempt for a worthy exploit : if you fpeed well in 
it, the duke (hall both fpeak of it, and extend to you 
what further becomes his greatnefs, even to the utmolt 
fyllable of your worthinefs. 

PAR. By the hand of a foldier, I will undertake it. 

BER. But you muft not now flumber in it. 

PAH. I'll about it this evening : and I will presently 
pen down my dilemmas, encourage myfelf in my cer- 
tainty, put myfelf into my mortal preparation, and, by 
midnight, look to hear further from me. 

BER. May I be bold to acquaint his grace, you are 
gone about it ? 

PAR. I know not what the fuccefs will be, my lord ; 
but the attempt I vow. 

BER. I know, thou'rt valiant ; and, to the poflibility 
of thy foldierftiip, will fubfcribe for thee. Farewel. 

PAR. I love not many words. [;'/ PA ROLLES. 

2. L. No more than a fim loves water Is not this 
a flrange fellow, my lord r that fo confidently feems to 
undertake this businefs, which he knows is not to be 

AWs well, that ends ivetl. 61 

done ; damns himfelf to do, and dares better be damn'd 
than to do't. 

1. L. You do not know him, my lord, as we do: 
certain it is, that he will fleal himfelf into a man's fa- 
vour, and, for a week, efcape a great deal of difcove- 
ries ; but when you find him out, you have him ever 

BER. Why, do you think, that he will make no deed 
at all of this, that fo ferioufly he does addrefs himfelf 
unto ? 

2. L. None in the world; but return with an in- 
vention, and clap upon you two or three probable lies: 
but we have almoft imbolFd him, you mall fee his fall 
to-night ; for, indeed, he is not for your lordfhip's re- 

\. L. We'll make you fome fport with the fox, ere 
we cafe him : he was firft fmok'd by the old lord La feu : 
when his difguise and he is parted, tell me what a fprat 
you fhall find him ; which you fhall fee this very night. 
I muft go look my twigs, he fhall be caught. 

SR. Your brother, he fhall go along with me. 

i.Zr. As't please your lordfhip: I'll leave you. [Exit. 

BER. Now will I lead you to the houfe, and mew you 
The lafs I fpoke of. 

2. L. But, you fay, fhe's honeft. 

BE R . That's all the fault : I fpoke with her but once. 
And found her wondrous cold ; but I fent to her, 
By this fame coxcomb that we have r the wind, 
Tokens, and letters, which fhe did re-fend ; 
And this is all I have done : She's a fair creature ; 
Will you go fee her r 

2. L. With all my heart, my lord, [Exeat?. 

* g v, Note, 


Mi's well, that Mds well. 

SCENE VII. Florence. J Room i* the Widow's Htuft. 
Enter HELENA, and Widow. 

HEL. If you mifdoubt me that I am not fhe, 
I know not how I mall afTure you further, 
But I fhall lose the grounds I work upon. 

Wid. Though my eftate be fallen, I was well born, 
Nothing acquainted with these busineflfes ; 
And would not put my reputation now 
In any flaining aft. 

HEL. Nor would I wim you. 
Firft, give me truir, the count he is my husband ; 
And, what to your fworn counfel I have fpoken 
Is fo, from word to word ; and then you cannot, 
By the good aid that I of you fhall borrow, 
Err in beftowing it. 

Wid. I mould believe you ; 

For you have fhew'd me that, which well approves 
You are great in fortune. 

HEL. Take this =f purfe of gold, 
And let me buy your friendly help thus far, 
Which I will over-pay, and pay again, 
When I have found it. The count he wooes your daughter, 
Lays down his amorous fiege before her beauty, 
Resolves to carry her ; let her, in fine, confent, 
As we'll direft her how 'tis beft to bear it, 
Now his important blood will nought deny 
That (he'll demand : A ring the county wears, 
That downward hath fucceeded in his houfe, 
From fon to fon, fome four or five defcents 
Since the firft father wore it : this ring he hold? 
In moil rich choice ; yet, in his idle fire, 

Utt's well, that ends well. 63 

Tb buy his will it would not feem too dear, 
Howe'er repented after. 

Wid. Now I fee 
The bottom of your purpose. 

HEL. You fee it lawful then : It is no more, 
But that your daughter, ere Ihe feems as won, 
Desires this ring ; appoints him an encounter ; 
In fine, delivers me to fill the time, 
Herfelf moft chaftly abfent : after this, 
To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns 
To what is paft already. 

Wid. I have yielded : 

Inftruft my daughter how me mall perfevcr, 
That time, and place, with this deceit fo lawful 
May prove coherent. Every night he comes 
With musicks of all forts, and fongs compos'd 
To her unworthinefs : it nothing fteads us, 
To chide him from our eaves ; for he persifts, 
As if his life lay on't. 

HEL. Why then, to-night 
Let us aflay our plot ; which, if it fpeed, 
Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed, 
And lawful meaning in a lawful aft ; 
Where both not fin, and yet a finful faft : 
But let's about it. [Exeunt. 


5 C E NE I. Without the Florentine Camp. 
Enter firfl Lord, and Soldiers* to their Ambujh. 

i. L. He can cojne no other way but by this hedge' 

E 2 

* that ends ice//. 

corner : When you fally upon him, fpeak what terriWe 
language you will ; though you underftand it not your-- 
felves, no matter : for we muft not feem to underftand 
him ; unlefs fome one among us, whom we muft produce 
for an interpreter. 

I. 5. Good captain, let me be the interpreter. 

i. L. Art not acquainted with him? knows he not 
thy voice ? 

i . 5. No, fir, I warrant you. 

?. L. But what linfy-wolfy haft thou to fpeak to us 
again ? 

i. 5". E'en fuch as yon fpeak to me. 

i. L. He muft think us fome band of ftrangers i'the 
adverfary's entertainment. Now he hath a fmack of all 
neighbouring languages ; therefore we muft every one 
be a man of his own fancy, not to know what we fpeak 
one to another ; fo we feem to know, is to know ftraight 
our purpose : chough's language, gabble enough, and 
good enough. As for you, interpreter, you muft feem 
very politick. But couch, ho! here he comes ; to beguile 
two hours in a fleep, and then to return and fwear the 
lies he forges. 


PAR. Ten o'clock : within these three hours 'twill 
be time enough to go home. What fhall I fay, I have 
done ? It muft be a very plau/ive invention that carries 
it: They begin to fmoke me ; and difgraces have of late 
knock'd too often at my door. I find, my tongue is too 
fool-hardy ; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it, 
and of his creatures, not daring the reports of my tongue. 

i . L, " This is the firft truth that e'er thine own " 
" tongue was guilty of. " 

All's we/I, that ends well 65 

FAR. What the devil fhould move me to undertake 
die recovery of this drum ; being not ignorant of the 
jmpoffibility, and knowing I had no fuch purpose ? I 
muft give myfelf fome hurts, and fay, I got them in 
exploit : Yet flight ones will not carry it ; they will 
lay, Came you off with fo little ? and great ones f dare 
not give ; Wherefore ? what's the inftance? Tongue, I 
muft put you into a butter-woman's mouth, and buy 
myfelf another of Bajaxet's mute, if you prattle me into 
these perils. 

i. L. " Is it poffible, he mould know what he is, " 
"and be that he is ? " 

PAR. I would, the cutting of my garments would 
ferve the turn ; or the breaking of my Spanijh fword. 

i. L. " We cannot afford you fo." 

PAR . Or the baring of my beard ; and to fay, it was 
in flratagem. 

i. L. "'Twould not do." 

PAR. Or to drown my cloaths, and fay, I was ftript: 

i. L. "Hardly ferve." 

PAR. Though I fwore, I leap'd from the window of 
the citadel 

i. L. "How deep?" 

PAR. Thirty fathom. 

i. L. "Three great oaths would fcarce make that" 
< f be believed.". 

PAR. I would, I had any drum of the enemies' ; I 
would fwear, I recover'd it. 

i . L. " You fhall hear one anon. " 

PAR. A drum now of the enemies' ! 

[Alarum within. Ambu/h rujb upon Parolles ; 

I. L. T'hroca movoufus, cargo, cargo, cargo. 

9 Mule, if 

66 All's well, that ends well. 

Sol. Cargo, cargo, *uittianda par corbo, cargo. 

\bind, and bl-ndfold him. 

PAR. O, ranfom, ranfom : Do not hide mine eyes. 

I . S. Eojkos thromuldo bo/kos. 

PAR . I know, you are the Mujkos 1 regiment, 
And I fhall lose my life for want of language : 
If there be here German, or Dane, low Dutch, 
Italian, French, let him fpeak to me, I'll 
Difcover that which fhall undo the Florentine. 

I . S. Bojkos <vau<vado : 
I underftand thee, and can fpeak thy tongue : _ 

Kerelybonto : Sir, 

Betake thee to thy faith, for feventeen poniards 
Are at thy bosom, 

PAR. Oh, oh! 

i . S. Pray, pray, pray. __. 
Manca recant a dulche. 

I. L. Ofceorbi dulcot <voli>-vorco. 

i . S. The general is content to fpare thee yet ; 
And, hood-winkt as thou art, will lead thee on, 
To gather from thee : haply, thou may'ft inform 
Something to fave thy life. 

PAR. O, let me live, 
And all the fecrets of our camp I'll (hew, 
Their force, their purposes : nay, I'll fpeak that 
Which you will wonder at. 

j. S. But wilt thou faithfully ? 

PAR. If I do not, damn me. 

1 . <S. Acordo lint a. _ 
Come on, thou art granted fpace. 

[ Exit, <with PAROLLES guarded. 

\. L. Go, tell the count Rofillion, and my brother, 

8 Italian, or French, 

AWs nvell, that ends we!/. 67 

We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffl'd 
'Till we do hear from them. 
2. S. Captain, I will. 

1. L. He will betray us- all unto ourfelves ;_ 
Inform 'em too of that. 

2. S. So I will, Sir. 

i . L. 'Till then I'll keep him dark, and fafely lock'd. 


SCENE II. Florence. A Room in the Widows Hcufe. 
Enter BERTRAM, and DIANA. 

BER. They told me, that your name was FontibeU. 

DIA. No, my good lord, Diana. 

ER. Titl'd, goddefs ; 

And worth it, with addition. But, fair foul, 
Jn your fine frame hath love no quality ? 
If the quick fire of youth light not your mind, 
You are no maiden, but a monument : 
When you are dead, you mould be fuch a one 
As you are now, for you are cold and flern ; 
And now you mould be as your mother was, 
When your fweet felf was got. 

DIA. She then was honeft. 

B&R. So mould you be. 

DIA. No: 

My mother did but duty ; fuch, my lord, 
As you owe to your wife. 

BER. No more of that ; 
I pr'ythee, do not ftrive againft my vows : 
I was compell'd to her; but I love thee 
By love's own fweet conftraint, and will for ever 
PO thee all rights of fervice. 

5 Infornne on that 

63 Afft ivell y tbat en& well. 

DM. Ay, fo you ferte us, 

'Till we ferve you : but when you have our roses, 
You barely leave our thorns to prick ourfelves, 
And mock us with our barenefs. 

SSR. How have I fworn? 

Dijt. 'Tis not the many oaths, that make the truth; 
But the plain fmgle vow, that is vow'd true. 
What is not holy, that we fwear not by, 
But take the Higheft to witnefs : Then, pray you, tell me, 
If I mould fwear by Jo<ve's great attributes, 
I lov'd you dearly, would you believe my oaths, 
When I did love you ill ? this has no holding, 
To fwear by him whom I proteft to love, 
That I will work againft him : Therefore, your oaths 
Are words, and poor conditions ; but unfeal'd ; 
At leaft, in my opinion. 

BER. Change it, change it; 
Be not fo 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 thyfelf unto my fick desire, 
Who then recovers : fay, thou art mine, and ever 
My love, as it begins, mall fo perfever. 

DIA. I fee, that men make hopes in fuch affairs, 
That we'll forfake ourfelves. Give me that ~f~ ring. 

BER. I'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no power 
To give it from me. 

DIA. Will you not, my lord ? 

BER. It is an honour 'longing to our houfe, 
Bequeathed down from many anceftors ; 
Which were the greateil obloquy i'the world 
In me to lose. 

ai defires, ** make rcme's in fach a fcarre, 

4//'s we//, that end.* well. 69 

DIA. Mine honour's fuch a ring : 
My chaftity's the jewel of our houfe, 
Bequeathed down from many anceftors ; 
Which were the greateft obloquy i'the world 
In me to lose : Thus your own proper wisdom 
Brings in the champion honour on my part, 
Againft your vain afiault. 

ER. Here, take my =f= ring : 
My houfe, mine honour, yea, my life be thine, 
And I'll be bid by thee. [window ; 

DIA. When midnight comes, knock at my chamber 
I'll order take, my mother (hall not hear. 
Now will I charge you in the band of truth, 
When you have conqucr'd my yet maiden bed, 
Remain there but an hour, nor fpeak to me : 
My reasons are moft ftrong ; and you (hall know them. 
When back again this ring fhall be deliver'd : 
And on your ringer, in the night, I'll put 
Another ring ; that, what in time proceeds, 
May token to the future our paft deeds. 
Adieu, 'till then ; then, fail not : You have won 
A wife of me, though there my hope be done, 

EK. A heaven on- earth I have won, by wooing thee. 

DIA. For which live long to thank both heaven and 

You may fo in the end. [me ! 

My mother told me juft how he would woo, 
As if me fat in his heart ; (he fays, all men 
Have the like oaths : he had (worn to marry me, 
When his wife's dead ; therefore I'll lye with him, 
When I am bury'd : Since men are fo braid, 
Marry that will, I live and dye a maid : 

3 ' Since Frenchmen are 

7 All's 'well, that ends well. 

Only, in this difguise, I think't no fin 

To cozen him, that would unjuftly win. [Exit. 

SCE NE III. The Florentine Camp. 
Enter the two Lords ; Soldiers, behind, attending. 

1 . L. You have not given him his mother's letter ? 

2. L. I have deliver'd it an hour fmce : there is fome- 
thing in't, that flings his nature ; for, on the reading it, 
he chang'd almoft into another man. 

1. L. He has much worthy blame lay'd upon him, 
for fhaking off fo good a wife, and fo fweet a lady. 

2. L. Especially, he hath incurred the everlafting dif- 
pleasure of the king, who had even tun'd his bounty to 
fing happinefs to him. I will tell you a thing, but you 
lhall let it dwell darkly with you. 

1. L. When you have fpoken it, 'tis dead, and I am 
the grave of it. 

2. L. He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here 
in Florence, of a moft chaft renown ; and this night he 
fleflies his will in the fpoil of her honour : he hath given 
her his monumental ring, and thinks himfelf made in 
the unchaft composition. 

1. L. Now God delay our rebellion ; as we are our- 
felves, what things are we ! 

2. L. Meerly our own traitors. And as in the com- 
mon courfe of all treasons, we ftill fee them reveal them- 
felves, ere they attain to their abhorr'd ends ; fo he, 
that in this adlion contrives againft his own nobility, in. 
his proper ftream o'er-flows himfelf. 

i. L. Is it not moft damnable in us, to be trumpeters 
of our unlawful intents? We mall not then have his 
company to-night ? 

*7 till they 3 meant damnable 

Airs r wfl/, that enJt well. 71 

2.1. Not 'till after midnight ; for he is dieted to his 

\. L. That approaches apace : I would gladly have 
him fee his companion anatomiz'd ; that he might take 
a measure of his own judgment, wherein fo curioufiy he 
had fet this counterfeit. 

2. L. We will not meddle with him, till he come j for 
his presence muft be the whip of the other. 

i. L. In the mean time, what hear you of these wars ? 

z. L. I hear, there is an overture of peace. 

1. L. Nay, I aflure you, a peace concluded. 

2. L. What will count Rofillion do then ? will he travel 
higher, or return again into France ? 

I.Z.I perceive by this demand, you are not altoge- 
ther of his council. 

2. Z. Let it be forbid, fir ! fo mould I be a great deal 
of his aft. 

1. Z. Sir, his wife, fome two months fince, fled from 
his houfe ; her pretence, a pilgrimage to faint Jaques lc 
grand; which holy undertaking, with moft auftere fanc- 
timony (he accomplim'd : and, there residing, tfjrougf) 
the tendernefs of her nature, became as a prey to her 
grief; in fine, made a groan of her laft breath, and now 
Ihe fmgs in heaven. 

2. Z. How is this juftify'd ? 

1. Z. The ftronger part of it, by her own letters; 
which makes her ftory true, even to the point of her 
death : her death itfelf, which could not be her office 
to fay, is come, was faithfully confirm'd by the rector 
of the place. 

2. Z. Hath the count all this intelligence ? 

j. Z. Ay, and the particular confirmations, point for 

* company 5 judgments, ' pretence is a 

- 2 Wi weft, that ends well. 

point, to the full arming of the verity. 

2. L. I am heartily forry, that he'll be glad of thia. 

1 . L. How mightily, fometimes, we make us com- 
forts of our lofles ! 

2. L. And how mightily, fome other times, we drown 
our gain in tears ! the great dignity, that his valour hath 
here acquir'd for him, (hall at home be encounter'd with 
a fhame as ample. 

1 . L. The web of our life is of a mingl'd yarn, good 
and ill together : our virtues would be proud, if our 
faults whip'd them not ; and our crimes would defpair, 
if they were not cherifh'd by our virtues. 

Eater a Servant. 
How now ! where's your mailer r 

Sf.r. He met the duke in the itreet, fir, of whom he 
hath taken a folemn leave ; his lordfhip will next morn- 
ing for France. The duke hath offer'd him letters of 
commendations to the king. 

2. L. They (hall be no more than needful there, if 
they were more than they can commend. 


i. L. They cannot be too fweet for the king's tartnefs: 
Here's his lordmip now How now, my lord r is't not 
after midnight ? 

ER. I have to-night difpatch'd fixteen businefTes, 
a month's length a-piece, by an abftraft of fuccefs : I 
have conge'd with the duke, done my adieu with his 
neareft ; bury'd a wife, mourn'd for her ; writ to my 
lady mother, I am returning ; entertain'd my convoy ; 
and, between these main parcels of difpatch, effected 
many nicer needs : the laft was the greateft, but that I 
have not ended yet. 

1 point from point " Be<\ Thry 3 affefted 

All's well, that ends 'Well. 73 

1. L. If the businefs be of any difficulty, and this 
tnorning your departure hence, it requires hafle of your 

BER. I mean, the businefs is not ended, as fearing to 
hear of it hereafter: But ihall we have this dialogue 
between the fool and the foldier ? Come, bring forth 
this counterfeit medal ; h'as deceiv'd me, like a dou- 
ble-meaning prophefier. 

2. L. Bring him forth : [Exeunt Soldiers.] ha's fat 

i'the ftocks all night, poor gallant knave. 

BER. No matter; his heels have deserv'd it, in usurp- 
ing his fpurs fo long. How does he carry himfelf ? 

2. L. I have told your lordmip already ; the flocks 
carry him. But, to anfwer you as you would be under- 
ftood ; He weeps, like a wench that had fhed her milk : 
he hath confefFd himfelf to Morgan, whom he fupposes 
to be a friar, from the time of his remembrance, to this 
very inftant disafter of his fetting i' the ftocks ; And what, 
think you, he hath confeff'd ? 

BER. Nothing of me, has he? 

2. L. His confeffion is taken, and it (hall be read to 
his face ; if your lordfhip be in't, as I believe you are, 
you mult have the patience to hear it. 

Re-enter Soldiers, ivitb PAROLLES, and firft Soldier. 

BER. A plague upon him ! muifl'd ! he can fay no- 
thing of me. 

I. L. Hufh ! hoodman conies. .Porto tartarojfa. 

i . S. He calls for the tortures ; What will you fay 
without 'em ? 

PAR. \ will confefs what I know without conftraint; 
if ye pinch me like a pafty, I can fay no more. 

1.5, Bo/ko chimtirco. 

7 module " v. tfote. 

1\ dlPt nvell, that ends well. 

1. L. Boblibinjo chicurmurco. 

i . 5. You are a merciful general : _ Our general bids 
you anfwer to what I mall afk. you out of a note. 

PAR. And truly, as I hope to live. 

1 . 5. Fir/} demand of him, how many horfe the duke is 
ftrong. What fay you to that ? 

PAR. Five or fix thousand ; but very weak and un- 
ferviceable : the troops are all fcattered, and the com- 
manders very poor rogues ; upon my reputation and 
credit, and as I hope to live. 

i . 5. Shall I fet down your anfwer fo ? 

PAR . Do ; I'll take the facrament on't, how and which 

way you will. [is this ? " 

ER. " All's one to him : What a paft-faving flave 

1. L. "You're deceiv'd, my lord; this is monfieur" 
'Parolles, thegallantmilitarift,(thatwashisown phrase) " 
' that had the whole theorique of war in the knot of" 
' his fcarf, and the pra&ice in the chape of his dagger. " 

2. L. "1 will never trull a man again, for keeping" 
' his fvvord clean ; nor believe he can have every thing " 
'in him, by wearing his apparel neatly." 

i . 5. Well, that's fet down. 

PAR. Five or fix thousand horfe, I faid, I will fay 
true, or thereabouts, fet down, ~ for I'll fpeak truth. 

i. L. "He's very near the truth in this." 

BER . " But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature " 
"he delivers it." 

PAR . Poor rogues, I pray you, fay. 

i. 5. Well, that's fet down. 

PAR. I humbly thank you, fir : a truth's a truth, the 
rogues are marvelous poor. 

1.5. Demand of him of what Jlrengtb they are of foot 

*+ v. Note, 

All's 'well, that ends ivefl. 75 

What fay you to that ? 

PAR. By my troth, fir, if I were to live but this 
present hour, I will tell true. Let me fee : Spurio a 
hundred and fifty, Sebaftian fo many, Corambus fo many, 
yaques fo many ; Guiltian-, Cosmo, Lodowick, and Gratii, 
two hundred fifty each ; mine own company, Chitophcr, 
Faumond, Bentii, two hundred fifty each : fo that the 
mufter file, rotten and found, upon my life, amounts 
not to fifteen thousand poll ; half of the which dare not 
fhake the fnow from off their caffocks, left they fhake 
themfelves to pieces. 

BER. "What mall be done to him ?" 

I. L. "Nothing, but let him have thanks Demand" 
"of him my conditions, and what credit I have with" 
the duke. " 

I. S. Well, that's fet down. You Jhall demand of him, 
whether one captain Dumaine be fthe camp, a French- 
man ; *what his reputation is ivith the duke, 'what his 'va- 
lour, honejly, and expertnefs in iuars ; or 'whether he thinks, 
it 'were not pojfible 'with well-weighing fums of gold to cor- 
rupt him to a revolt. What fay you to this ? what do you 
know of it ? 

PAR. I befeech you, let me anfwer to the particulars 
of the interrogatory ; demand them fingly. 

j. S. Do you know this captain Dumaine? 

PAR. I know him: he was a botcher's prentice in 
Paris, from whence he was whip'd. for getting the (he- 
riff's fool with child ; a dumb innocent, that could not 
fay him, nay. 

BER. "Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though 1 ' 
" I know, his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls." 

i. $. Well,isthiscaptaininthedukeofF/0rmv'scamp. ? 

z * particular of the intergatories. 

7 6 Bill's well, that ends we//. 

PAR. Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy. 

I. L. " Nay, look not fo upon me ; we (hall hear of 
" your lordfhip anon." 

i, .$. What is his reputation with the duke ? 

PAR. The duke knows him for no other but a poor 
officer of mine; and writ to me this other day, to turn 
him out o'the band : I think, I have his letter in my 

1.5. Marry, we'll fearch. 

PAR. In good fadnefs, I do not know; either it is 
there, or it is upon a file, with the duke's other letters, 
in my tent. 

i . 6\ Here 'tis ; here's a paper ; Shall I read it to you ? 

PAR. I do not know, if it be it, or no, 

BER. " Our interpreter does it well. " 

i. L. "Excellently." 

I. <!>. Dian, the count's a fool, and full of gold, - 1 - 

PAR. That is not the duke's letter, fir; that is an 
advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one Diana, 
to take heed of the allurement of one count Rojillion, a 
foolifh idle boy, but, for all that, very ruttim : I pray 
you, fir, put it up again. 

i . 5. Nay, I'll read it firft, by your favour. 

PAR. My meaning in't, 1 proteft, was very honeft in 
the behalf of the maid : for I knew the young count to 
be a dangerous and lafcivious boy ; who is a whale to 
virginity, and devours up all the fry it finds. 

ER. " Damnable ! both fides rogue. " [take it $ 

1 . <S. lf'~hen he j-ivears oaths, bid him drop gold, and 
After be /cores, he ne c ver pays the fcore : 

Haffivon, is match well made ; match, and well make it ; 
He ne'er pays after-debts, take it before ; 

3 Lord anon 

AWs well, that ends well. 77 

'And fay, afoldier, Dian, told tbee this, 

Men are to mell with, boys are but to kifs : 

For count of this, the count's a fool, 1 know it, 

Who pays before, but not 'when he does owe it. 
Thine, as he ^vow d to thee in thine ear, 


BF.R- "He {hall be whip'd through the army, with" 
"this rime in his forehead." 

2. L. "This is your devoted friend, fir, the manifold" 
"linguift, and the armipotent foldier. " 

BER. " I could endure any thing before but a cat,'* 
" and now he's a cat to me. " 

i.S.l perceive, fir, by our general's looks, we mall 
be fain to hang you. 

PAR . My life, fir, in any cafe : not that I am afraid 
to dye ; but that, my offences being many, I would re- 
pent out the remainder of nature : let me live, fir, in a 
dungeon, i'the flocks, or any where, fo I may live. 

i . S. We'll fee what may be done, fo you confefs 
freely ; therefore, once more to this captain Dumaine : 
You have anfwer'd to his reputation with the duke, and 
to his valour ; What is his honefly ? 

PAR. He will fteal, fir, an egg out of a cloifter; for 
rapes and ravimments he parallels Neffiis : he profefles 
not keeping of oaths ; in breaking them, he is ftronger 
than Hercules : he will lye, fir, with fuch volubility, 
that you would think truth were a fool : drunkennefs 
is his belt virtue; for he will be fvvine -drunk ; and in 
his fleep he does little harm, fave to his bed-cloaths 
about him ; but they know his conditions, and lay him 
in ftraw. I have but little more to fay, fir, of his ho- 
nefty : he has every thing, that an honeft man mould 

* are not. to * 3 by your 

78 Air* --well, that ends well. 

not have ; what an honeft man fhould have, he has 

i. L. "I begin to love him for this." 

SER. " For this defcription of thine honefty r A pox" 
" upon him for me ! he's more and more a cat." 

i . S. What fay you to his expertnefs in war ? 

PAR . 'Faith, fir, h'as led the drum before the Englifi 
tragedians, to belye him, I will not, and more of 
his foldierfhip I know not ; except, in that country, he 
had the honour to be an officer at a place there called 
Mile-end, to inftruft for the doubling of files : I would 
do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not 

i. L. "He hath out-villain'd villany fo far, that'* 
" the rarity redeems him. " 

BER. " A pox on him ! he's a cat ftill. " 

i . 5. His qualities being at this poor price, I need 
not to afk you, if gold will corrupt him to revolt. 

PAR. Sir, for a quart-d'ecu he will fell the fee-fimple 
of his falvation, the inheritance of it ; and cut the intail 
from all remainders, and a perpetual fucceffion in it per- 

1 . S. What's his brother, the other captain Dumaine ? 

2. L. " Why does he afk him of me ? " 
1.5. What's he? 

PjtR. E'en a crow o'the fame neft ; not altogether fo 
great as the firft in goodnefs, but greater a great deal 
in evil. He excels his brother for a coward, yet his 
brother is reputed one of the bell that is : Jn a retreat 
he out-runs any lacquey ; marry, in coming on he has 
the cramp. 

1.5. If your iife be faved, will you undertake to 

*' for it 

All's well, that ends well. jg 

betray the Florentine ? 

PAR. Ay, and the captain of his horfe, count Rojillion. 

i . 6". I'll whifper with the general, and know his 

PAR. "I'll no more drumming ; A plague of all'* 
"drums! Only to feem to deserve well, and to be-" 
" guile the fupposition of that lafcivious young boy the" 
"count, have I run into this danger : Yet who would" 
" have fufpe&ed an ambufh where I was taken ? " 

I. S. There is no remedy, fir, but you muft dye: 
the general fays, you, that have fo traiteroufly difcovered 
the fecrets of your army, and made fuch peftiferous re- 
ports of men very nobly held, can ferve the world for 
no honeft ufe ; therefore you muft dye : Come, heads- 
man, off with his head. 

PAR . O lord, fir ; let me live, or let me fee my death ! 

1. 5. That mail you, and take your leave of all your 
friends : [unbinding him. 
So, look about you ; Know you any here ? 

BER. Good morrow, noble captain. 

2. L. God blefs you, captain Parolles. 

1. L. God fave you, noble captain. 

2. L. Captain, what greeting will you to my lord 
Lafeu ? I am for France. 

i . L. Good captain, will you give me a copy of the 
fonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the count Rofil- 
lion ? an I were not a very coward, I'd compel! it of 
you ; but fare you well. 

[Exeunt BERTRAM, Lords, &c. 

i . S. You are undone, captain ; all but your fcarf, 
that has a knot on't yet. 

PAR . Who cannot be crufh'd with a plot ? 

F 2 

go AVs well, that ends well. 

i. S. If you could find out a country where but WQJ 
men were that had received fo much fhame, you might 
begin an impudent nation. Fare you well, fir, I am for 
France too ; we mall fpeak of you there. [Exit. 

PAR. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, 
'Twould burft at this : Captain I'll be no more ; 
But I will eat, and drink, and fleep, as foft 
As captain {hall : fimply the thing I am 
Shall make me live. Who knows himfelf a braggart, 
Let him fear this ; for it will come to pafs, 
That every braggart mail be found an afs. 
Ruft, fword ; cool, blufhes ! and, Parolles, live, 
Safeft in fhame ; being fool'd, by foolery thrive ! 
There's place, and means, for every man alive. 
I'll after them. [Exit. 

S GENE IV. Florence. 4 Room in the Widows Houfe. 

Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA. 
HEL. That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd 
One of the greateft in the chriftian world [y u > 

Shall be my furety ; 'fore whose throne, 'tis needful, 
Ere I can perfeft mine intents, to kneel : 
Time was, I did him a desired office, 
Dear almoft as his life ; which gratitude 
Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth, 
And anfwer, thanks : I duly am inform'd, 
His grace is at Marfeilks ; to which place 
We have convenient convoy. You mufl know, 
I am fupposed dead : the army breaking, 
My husband hies him home ; where, heaven aiding. 
And by the leave of my good lord the king. 

All's well, tint ends well. 8i 

We'll be, before our welcome. 

Wid. Gentle madam, , 

You never had a fervant, to whose truft 
Your businefs was more welcome. 

HEL. Nor you, miftrefs, 

Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour 
To recompence 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 ftrange men, 
That can fuch fweet ufe make of what they hate, 
When faucy trufting of the cozen'd thoughts 
Defiles the pitchy night ! fo luft doth play 
With what it loaths, for that which is away : 
But more of this hereafter : You, Diana, 
Under my poor inftruftions yet muft fuifer 
Something in my behalf. 

DIA. Let death and honefty 
Go with your impositions, I am yours 
Upon your will to fuffer. 

HEL. Yet, I pray you, 

But with the word : the time will bring on fummer, 
When briars mall have leaves as well as thorns, 
And be as fweet as fharp. We muft away ; 
Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us : 
All's well, that ends well : ftill the fine's the crown ; 
Whate'er the courfe, the end is the renown. \Exeunt. 

SCENEV. Rofillion. A Room in the Count's Palace. 

Enter Countefs, LA FEU, and Clown. 
LAP. No, no, no, your fon was mifled with a fnipt- 
taffeta fellow there ; whose villanous faffrpjR would have 

s Your 

tl M*s well, that etuis tuelf. 

made all the unbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in 
his colour : your daughter-in-law had been alive at this 
hour ; and your fon here at home, more advanc'd by 
the king, than by that red-tail'd humble-bee I fpeak 

Cou, I would, I had not known him ; it was the death 
of the moft virtuous gentlewoman, that ever nature had 
praise for creating : if me had partaken of my flefh, and 
coft me the deareft groans of a mother, I could not have 
owed her a more rooted love. 

LAF. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady : we may 
pick a thousand fallets, ere we light on fuch another 

Clo. Indeed, fir, (he was the fweet marjoram of the 
fallet ; or, rather, the herb of grace. 

LAF. They are not feHet*herbs, you knave, they are 

Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar ; fir, J have not 
much flcill in grafs. 

LAF. Whether dofl thou profefs thyfelf; a knave, or 
a fool ? 

Clo. A fool, fir, at a woman's fervice, and a knave 
at a man's. 

LAF. Your diftinction ? 

Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his 

LAF . So you were a knave at his fervice, indeed. 

Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, fir, to 
do her fervice. 

LAF. I will fubfcribe for thee; thou art both knave 
and fool. 

Clo. At your fervice. 

9 in grace. 

All's well, that ends 'well. 83 

'LA F. No, no, no. 

Clo. Why, fir, if I cannot fe*ve you, I can ferve as 
great a prince as you are. 

LAF. Who's that? a Frenchman? 

Clo. 'Faith, fir, he has an Englijb name ; but his 
phisnomy is more honour'd in France, than there. 

LAF. What prince is that? 

Clo. The black prince, fir; alias, the prince of dark - 
r.efs ; alias, the devil. 

LAF . Hold thee, there's my =f purfe : I give thee not 
this to fuggeit thee from thy mailer thou talk'ft of, ferve 
him flill. 

Clo. I am a wood-land fellow, fir, that always lov'd 
a great fire ; and the matter, I fpeak of, ever keeps a 
good fire. But, for he is the prince of the world, let his 
nobility remain in his court ; I am for the houfe with 
the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp 
to enter : fome, that humble themfelves, may, but the 
many will be too chill and tender ; and they'll be for 
the flow'ry way, that leads to the broad gate, and the 
great fire. 

LAF. Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee ; 
and I tell thee fo before, because I would not fall out 
with thee. Go thy ways ; let my horfes be well look'd 
to, without any tricks. 

Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, fir, they fhall be 
jades' tricks ; which are their own right by the law of 
nature. [Exit Clown. 

LAF . A (hrewd knave, and an unhappy. 

Cou. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made himfelf 
much fport out of him : by his authority he remains 
here, which he thinks is a patent for his faucinefs ; and, 

5 Englifh maine, 6 more hotter in ' 5 butfurehe 


$4 AlTi well, that ends well, 

indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will. 

LAT. I like him well; 'tis not amifs : and I was 
about to tell you, Since I heard of the good lady's 
death, and that my lord your fon was upon his return 
home, I moved the king, my matter, to fpeak in the 
behalf of my daughter ; which, in the minority of them 
both, his majefty, out of a felf-gracious remembrance, 
did firft propose : his highnefs hath promis'd me to do 
it ; and, to flop up the difpleasure he hath conceived 
againft your fon, there is no fitter matter. How does your 
ladyfhip like it ? 

Cou. With very much content, my lord ; and I wilh 
it happily effefted. 

LJF . His highnefs comes poft from Mar/eilies, of as 
able body as when he number'd thirty ; he will be here 
to-morrow, or I am deceiv'd by him that in fuch intel- 
ligence hath feldom fail'd. 

Cou. It rejoices me, that I hope I fhall fee him ere 
I dye. I have letters, that my fon will be here to-night : 
I Ihall befeech your lordfhip, to remain with me 'till 
they meet together. 

LAV . Madam, I was thinking, with what manners I 
might fafely be admitted. 

Cou. You need but plead your honourable priviledge. 

LJIF. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, 
I thank my God, it holds yet. 

Re-enter Clown. 

Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your fon with a 
patch of velvet on's face : whether there be a fear under' t, 
or no, the velvet knows ; but 'tis a goodly patch of vel- 
vet : his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, but 
his right cheek is worn bare. 

Ati'i 'well, that ends well. 85 

LJT. A fear nobly got, or a noble fear, is a good li- 
very of honour : fo, belike, is that. 

Clo. But it is your carbinado'd face. 

LAP. Let us go fee your fon, I pray you ; I long to 
talk with the young noble foldier. 

Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine 
hats, and moft courteous feathers, which bow the head, 
and nod at every man. [Exeunt. 

AC? V. 

SCENE I. Marfeilles. A Street. 

Enter HELENA, Widow, and Diana, 

'with two Attendants. 

HEL. But this exceeding porting, day and night, 
Muft wear your fpirits low : we cannot help it ; 
But, fince you have made the days and nights as one. 
To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, 
Be bold, you do fo grow in my requital, 
As nothing can unroot you. In happy time; 

Enter a Gentleman. 

This man may help me to his majefty's ear, 
If he would fpend his power. _ God fave you, fir. 

Gen. And you. 

HEL. Sir, I have feen you in the court of France. 

Gen. I have been fometimes there. 

HEL. I do presume, fir, that you are not fallen 
From the report that goes upon your goodnefs ; 
And therefore, goaded with moft (harp occasions, 
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to 
The ufe of vour own virtues, for the which 

86 All's well, that endt <we]L 

I fhall continue thankful. 

Gen. What's your will ? 

HEL. That it will please you 
To give this ^ poor petition to the king ; 
And aid me with that (lore of power you have, 
To come into his presence. 

Gen. The king's not here. 

HEL. Not here, fir? 

Gen. Not, indeed : 

He hence remov'd laft night, and with more hafte 
Than is his ufe. 

Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains ! 

ffi.L. All's well, that ends well, yet; 

Though time feem fo adverfe, and means unfit. 

1 do befeech you, whither is he gone ? 

Gen. Marry, as I take it, to Rcjillicn ; 
Whither I am going. 

HEL. I do befeech you, fir, 
Since you are like to fee the king before me, 
Commend the paper to his gracious hand; 
Which, I presume, fhall render you no blame, 
But rather make you thank your pains for it : 
I will come after you, with what good fpeed 
Our means will make us means. 

Gen. This I'll do for you. 

HEL. And you fhall find yourfelf to be well thank'd, 
Whate'er falls more. We muft to horfe again ;_ 
Go, go, provide. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. Rofillion. Inner-Court of the Palace. 

Enter Clown, PAROLLES following. 
PAH . Good Mr. Lavatcb, give my lord Lafeu this let- 

All's -ivetl, that ends ive/f. 87 

ter : I have ere now, fir, been better know,n to you, when 
I have held familiarity with frefher cloaths ; but I am 
now, fir, muddy'd in fortune's moat, and fmell fomewhat 
ftrong of her ftrong difpleasure. 

Clo. Truly, fortune's difpleasure is but fluttifli, if it 
fmell fo ftrongly as thou fpeak'ft of: I will henceforth 
eat no fifh of fortune's buttering. Pr'ythee, allow the 

PAR . Nay, you need not to ftop your nose, fir ; I fpake 
but by a metaphor. 

Clo. Indeed, fir, if your metaphor ftink, I will flop 
my nose ; or againft any man's metaphor. Pr'ythee, get 
thee further. 

PAR. Pray you, fir, deliver me this paper. 

Clo. Foh ! pr'ythee, ftand away ; A paper from for- 
tune's clofe-ftool to give to a nobleman ! Look, here 

Enter LAFEU. 

he comes himfelf. Here is a pur of fortune's, fir, or 
of fortune's cat, (but not a mufk-cat) that has fallen 
into the unclean fim-pond of her difpleasure, and, as he 
fays, is muddy'd withal : Pray you, iir, use the carp as 
you may ; for he looks like a poor, decay'd, ingenious, 
foolifh, rafcally knave. I do pity his diftrefs in my fimi- 
lies of comfort, and leave him to your lordfhip. 

{Exit Clown. 

PAR. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cru- 
elly fcratch'd. 

LAP. And what would you have me to do ? 'tis too 
late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played 
the knave with fortune, that (he fhould fcratch you, 
who of herfelf is a good lady, and would not have 
knaves thrive long under her ? There's a =}= 

3 fortunes mood, *4 fmilesof 

88 AWs well, that ends well. 

for you: Let the juftices make you and fortune friends j 
I am for other businefs. 

PAR. I befeechyourhonourtohear me one fingleword. 

LAP . You beg a fingle penny more : come, you mall 
ha't ; fave your word. 

PAR . My name, my good lord, is Parol/es. 

LAF. You beg more than word then. Cox' my paf- 
fion ! give me your hand : How does your drum ? 

PAR. O my good lord, you were the firft that found me. 

LAF. Was" I, infooth ? and I was the firft that loft thee. 

PAR. It lies on you, my lord, to bring me in fome 
grace, for you did bring me out. 

LAF. Out upon thee, knave ! doft thou put upon 
me at once both the office of God and the devil ? one 
brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out 
[Trumpet ,~\ The king's coming, I know by his trum- 
pets Sirrah, inquire further after me ; I had talk of 

you laft night : though you are a fool, and a knave, you 
mall eat ; go to, follow. 

PAR. I praise God for you. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. The fame. A Room of State in the Palace. 

Fhurijb. Enter King, Countefs, LAFEU, 

Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, &C. 

Kin. We loft a jewel of her ; and our efteem 
Was made much poorer by it : but your fon, 
As mad in folly, lack'd the fenfe to know 
Her eftimation home. 

Cou. 'Tis paft, my liege : 
And I befeech your majefty to make it 
Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth; 
When oil and fire, too ftrong for reason's 

" lies in you 3 blade of 

All^s well, that ends well. 89 

O'er-bears it, and burns on. 

Kin. My honour'd lady, > 

I have forgiven, and forgotten, all : 
Though my revenges were high bent upon him, 
And watch'd the time to fhoo't. 

LAT-. This I muft fay, 
But firft I beg my pardon, The young lord 
Did to his majefty, his mother, and his lady, 
Offence of mighty note ; but to himfelf 
The greateft wrong of all : he loft a wife, 
Whose beauty did aftonifh the furvey 
Of richefl eyes ; whose words all ears took captive ; 
Whose dear perfection, hearts, that fcorn'd to ferve, 
Humbly call'd rnifirefs. 

Kin. Praising what is loft 

Makes the remembrance dear Well, call him hither ; __ 
We are reconcil'd, and the firft view fhall kill 
All repetition : Let him not afk our pardon ; 
The nature of his great offence is dead, 
And deeper than oblivion we do bury 
The incenfmg reliques of it: let him approach, 
A ftranger, no offender ; and inform him, 
So 'tis our will he mould. 

Gen. I fhall, my liege. [Exit Gentleman. 

Kin. What fays he to your daughter ? have you fpoke ? 

LAP . All that he is hath reference to your highnefs. 

Kin. Then fnall we have a match. I have letters fent 
That fet him high in fame. [me, 


LAF . He looks well on't. 

Kin. I am not a day of feason, 
But thou may'ft fee a funfhine and a hail 

* fets 

90 All^s well, that ends 'well. 

In me at once : But to the brighteft beams 
Detracted clouds give way ; fo ftand thou forth, 
The time is fair again. 

BER. My high-repented blames, 
Dear fovereign, pardon to me. 

Kin. All is whole ; 

Not one word more of the confumed time. 
Let's take the inftant by the forward top ; 
For we are old, and on our quick'il decrees 
The inaudible and noiselefs foot of time 
Steals, ere we can effecl them : You remember 
The daughter of this lord ? 

BER. Admiringly, my liege; At tlje firft Cgt 
I ftuck my choice upon her, ere my heart 
Durft make too bold a herald of my tongue : 
Where the impreffion of mine eye enfixing, 
Contempt his fcornful perfpecUve did lend me, 
Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; 
Scorn'd a fair colour, or expreff'd it ftoln ; 
Extended, or contracted, all proportions, 
To a moft hideous objedt : Thence it came, 
That fhe, whom all men prais'd, and whom myfelf, 
Since I have loft, have lov'd, was in mine eye 
The duft that did offend it. 

Kin. Wellexcus'd: 

That thou did'ft love her, ftrikes fome fcores away 
From the great compt : But love, that comes too late, 
Like a remorfeful pardon flowly carry'd, 
To the great fender turns a four offence, 
Crying, That's good that's gone : our ohm ram faults 
Make trivial price of ferious things we have, 
Not knowing them, until we know their grave : 

AWs well, that ends well. 9 1 

Oft our difpleasures, to ourfelves unjuft, 
Deflroy our friends, and after weep their duft : 
Our own love waking cries to fee what's done, 
While fhameful hate fleeps out the afternoon. 
Be this fweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. 
Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin : 
The main confents are had ; _ and here we'll flay, 
To fee our widower's fecond marriage-day. 

ou. Which, better than the firft, o dear heaven, blefs ! 
Or, ere they meet, in me, o nature, ceafe ! 

LAT . Come on, my fon, in whom my houfe's name 
Mufl be digefled, give a favour from you, 
To fparkle in the fpirits of my daughter, 
That me may quickly come. By my old beard, 

[receiving a Ring from Bertram. 
And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead, 
Was a fweet creature ; fuch a ring as this, 
The lafl that e'er me took her leave at court, 
I faw upon her finger. 

HER. Her's it was not. 

Kin. Now, pray you, let me fee it ; for mine eye, 

While I was fpeaking, oft was faflen'd to't 

This ring was mine ; and, when I gave it Helen, 

I bad her, if her fortunes ever flood 

Neceffity'd to help, that by this token 

I would relieve her : Had you that craft, to 'reave her 

Of what mould ftead her moft ? 

ER. My gracious fovereign, 
Howe'er it pleases you to take it fo, 
The ring was never her's. 

Cou. Son, on my life, 
I have feen her wear it ; and me reckon'd it 

18 ercltooke 

9 2 AWi --well, that ends well. 

At her life's rate. 

LAF . I am fure, I faw her wear it. 

ER. You are deceiv'd, my lord, me never Taw it: 
In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, 
Wrapt in a paper, which contain'd the name 
Of her that threw it : noble me was, and thought 
I flood ungag'd ; but when I had fubfcrib'd 
To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, 
I could not anfwer in that courfe of honour 
As (he had made the overture, (he ceaf'd, 
In heavy fatiffa&ion, and would never 
Receive the ring again. 

Kin. Plutus himfelf, 

That knows the tinl and multiplying medicine, 
Hath not in nature's myftery more fcience 
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 yourfelf, 
Confefs 'twas her's, and by what rough enforcement 
You got it from her : me call'd the faints to furety, 
That (he would never put it from her finger, 
Unlefs (he gave it to yourfelf in bed, 
Where you have never come, or fent it us 
Upon her great disatler. 

BER. She never faw it. 

Kin. Thou fpeak'ft it falfely, as I love mine honour ) 
And mak'ft conjectural fears to come into me, 
Which I mould fain (hut out : If it mould prove 
That thou art fo inhuman, 'twill not prove fo ; 
And yet I know not : thou did'ft hate her deadly, 
And (he is dead ; which nothing, but to close 
Her eyes myfelf, could win me to believe, 

7 ingag'd '3 Platut 

All's we!/, that ends well. 93 

More than to fee this ring. _ Take him away. 

[Guards Jiexe Bertram. 

My fore-part proofs, hovve'er the matter fall, 
Shall tax my fears of little vanity, 
Having vainly fear'd too little. _ Away with him ;_. 
We'll fjft this matter further. 

BER. If you fhall prove 
This ring was ever hers, you mail as easy 
Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, 
Where yet me never was. [Exit, guarded. 

Enter a Gentleman. 
Kin. I am wrapt in dismal thinkings. 
Gen. Gracious fovereign, 

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 fhort 
To tender it herfelf. I undertook it, 
Vanquifh'd thereto by the fair grace and fpeech 
Of the poor fuppliant, who by this, I know, 
Is here attending : her businefs looks in her 
With an importing visage ; and me told me, 
In a fweet verbal brief, it did concern 
Your highnefs with herfelf. 

JKin. [reads. ,] Upon his many protections to marry me, 
'when his wife was dead, I hlujh to fay it, he won 
me. Now is the count Rofillion a widower ; his vows 
are forfeited to me, and my honours pay 'd to him. He 
ftcle from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow 
him to his country for juftice : Grant it me, o king, in 
you it beft lies ; otherwise, a fedmer flourijhes, and a 
peer maid is undone. 

Diana Capulet, 

Vol. IV. G 


that ends iiaett. 

LAP. I'll buy me a fon-in-law in a fair, and toll for 
this. I'll none of him. 

Kin. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, 
To bring forth this difcovery Seek these fuitors:_ 
Go, fpeedily, and bring again the count. 

[Exeunt fame Attendants. 
I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, 

Cou. Now, jultice on the doers ! 

Re-enter BERTRAM, guarded. 

Kin. I wonder, fir, wives are fuch monfters to you ; 
And that you fly them, as you fwear to them ; 
Yet you desire to marry. What woman's that ? 
Enter Widow, and DIANA. 

DIA. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, 
Derived from the ancient Capuht ; 
My fuit, as I do underftand, you know, 
And therefore know how far I may be pity'd. 

Wid. I am her mother, fir, whose age and honour 
Both fuffer under this complaint we bring, 
And both mall ceafe, without your remedy, [women ? 

Kin. Come hither, count ; Sap, do you know these 

BES. My lord, I neither can, nor will, deny 
But that I know them : Do they charge me further ? 

DIA. Why do you look fo ftrange upon your wife ? 

BER. She's none of mine, my lord. 

DIA. If you ihall marry, 
You give away this hand, and that is mine ; 
You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine} 
You give away myfelf, which is known mine ; 
For I by vow am fo embody'd yours, 
That me, which marries you, muft marry me, 

Jtl's well, that ends well. <jj 

Either both* or none. 

LAP. Your reputation [to Ber v ] comes too fhort for 
my daughter, you are no husband for her. 

BER. My lord, this is a fond and defperate creature'. 
Whom fometime I have laugh'd with : let your highnefs 
Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, 
Than for to think that I would fink it here. 

Kin. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend, 
'Till your deeds gain them ; Fairer prove your honour* 
Than in my thought it lies ! 

DIA. /2oto, good my lord, 
Afk him upon his oath, if he does think 
He had not my virginity. 

Kin. What fay'ft thou to her ? 

BER. She's impudent, my lord ; 
And was a common gamefter to the camp. 

DIA. He does me wrong, my lord ; if I were fo, 
He might have bought me at a common price : 
Do not believe him : O, behold this ~|~ ring, 
Whose high refpeft, and rich validity, 
Did lack a parallel ; yet, for all that, 
He gave it to a commoner o'the camp, 
If I be one; 

Cou. He blufhes, and 'tis it: 
Of fix preceding anceftors, that jem, 
Confer'd by teftament to the fequent iflue, 
Hath it been ovv'd, and worn. This is his wife ; 
That ring's a thousand proofs. 

Kin. Methought, you faid, 
You faw one here in court could witnefs it. 

DIA. I did, my lord, but loth am to produce 
So bad an inftrument j his name's Parolks. 

. ** 'tis hit s 

96 dlPs well, tbat ends weft. 

LAP. I faw the man to-day, if man he be. 

Kin. Find him, and bring him hither. 

BEK. What of him ? 
He's quoted for a moft perfidious flave, 
With all the fpots o'the world tax'd and debofli'd > 
Whose nature fickens but to fpeak a truth : 
Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter, 
That will fpeak any thing ? 

Kin. She hath that ring of yours. 

HER. I think, fhe has : certain it is, I lik'd her, 
And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth : 
She knew her diftance, and did angle for me, 
Madding my eagernefs with her reftraint, 
As all impediments in fancy's courfe 
Are motives of more fancy ; and, in fine, 
Her infuit coming with her modern grace, 
Subdu'd me to her rate : fhe got the ring ; 
And I had that, which any inferior might 
At market-price have bought. 

DIA . I muft be patient ; 
You that turn'd off a firft fo noble wife, 
May juftly diet roe. 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. 

BER. I have it not. 

Kin. What ring was yours, I pray you ? 

DIA. Sir, much like 
The fame upon your finger. 

Kin. Know you this ring ? this ring was his of late. 

DIA. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. 

Kin. The ftory then goes falfe, you threw it him 

ai that have turn'd 

AlVs well, that ends tveS, M 

Out of a casement. 

DIA. I have fpoke the truth. 


BER. My lord, I do confefs, the ring was hers. 

Kin. You boggle flirewdly, every feather ftarts you._ 
Is this the man you fpeak of ? 

DIA. Ay, my lord. [y u 

JCin- /3otn tell me, firrah, but tell me true, I cY 
Not fearing the difpleasure of your mafter, 
(Which, on your juft proceeding, I'll keep off) 
By him, and by this woman here, what know you ? 

PAR. So please your majefty, my mailer hath been an 
honourable gentleman ; tricks he hath had in him, which 
gentlemen have : [woman ? 

Kin. Come, come, to the purpose ; Did he love this 

P4R. 'Faith, fir, he did love her ; But how ? 

Kin. How, I pray you ? [man. 

PAR . He did love her, fir, as a gentleman loves a wo- 

Kin. How is that? 

PAR. He lov'dher, fir, and lov'd her not. 

Kin. As thou art a knave, and no knave :_ What an 
equivocal companion is this? [mand. 

PAR. I am a poor man, and at your majefty's com- 

LAF . He's a good drum, my lord , but a naughty orator. 

DIA. Do you know, he promis'd me marriage ? 

PAR. 'Faith, I know more than I'll fpeak. 

Kin. But wilt thou not fpeak all thou know'ft ? 

PAR. Yes, fo please your majefty : I did go between 
them, as I faid ; but more, than that he lov'd her, 
for, indeed, he was mad for her ; and talk'd 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 

*? v. Nate. 

9 J AlPs wet/, that ends iueH. 

of their going to bed ; and of other motions, as" pro- 
mising her marriage, and things which would derive me 
ill will to fpeak of, therefore I will not fpeak what I 

Kin. Thou haftfpoken all already, unlefs thou canft 
fay, they are marry'd : But thou art too fine in thy evi- 
dence ; therefore ftand afide. _ 
This ring, you fay, was yours ? 

DIA. Ay, my good lord. 

Kin. Where did you buy it ? or who gave it you r 

DM. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. 

Kin. Who lent it you ? 

DIA. It was not lent me neither. 

Km. Where did you find it then ? 

DIA. I found it not. 

Kin. If it were yours by none of all these ways, 
How could you give it him ? 

DIA. I never gave it him. 

LAP. This woman's an easy glove, my lord ; fhe goes 
off and on at pleasure. 

Kin. This ring was mine, I gave it his firft wife. 

DIA. It might be yours, or hers, for ought I know. 

Kin. Take her away, I do not like her now ; 

To prison with her : and away with him 

Unlefs thou tell 'ft me where thou hadft this ring, 
Thou dy'ft within this hour. 

DIA. I'll never tell you. 

Kin. Take her away. 

DIA I'll put in bail, my liege. 

Kin. I think thee now fome common cuftomer. 

DIA. By Jo<ve, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. 

Kin. Wherefore haft thou accus'd him all this while 3 

All's well, that ends well. 99 

DIA. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty : 
He knows, I am no maid, and he'll fwear to't : 
I'll fwear, I am a maid, and he knows not. 
Great king, I am no ftrumpet, by my life ; 
1 am either maid, or elfe this ~f~ old man's wife. 

Kin. She does abuse our ears, to prison with her. 

J)IA. Good mother, fetch my bail. _ Stay, royal fir ; 

[Exit Widow. 

The jeweller, that owes the ring, is fent for, 
And he fhall furety me. But for this ~|" lord, 
Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himfelf, 
Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him : 
He knows himfelf, my bed he hath defil'd ; 
And, at that time, he got his wife with child : 
Dead though (he be, me 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. 

Kin. Is there no exorcift, 
Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes ? 
Is't real, that I fee ? 

HEL. No, my good lord ; 
'Tis but the (hadow of a wife you fee, 
The name, and not the thing. 

BER, Both, both; O, pardon ! 

HEL. O my good lord, when I was like this maid, 
I found you wondrous kind. There is your =f ring; 

\recei~-utng it of Diana. 

And, look you, here's ~]~ your letter ; This it fays, 
When from my finger you can get this ring. 
And are by me ivith child, ~ This is done ; 
Will you be mine, now you are doubly won? 

And is by 

G 4 

loo Alfs 'well, that ends wett. 

BER. Iffhe, my liege, can make me know this clearly, 
I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. 

HEL. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, 

Deadly divoice ftep between me and you ! 

O my dear mother, do I fee you living ? 

L,Af . Mine eyes fmell onions, I mail weep anon : 

Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkerchief : So, I thank 
thee ; wait on me home, I'll make fport with thee : Let 
thy court'fies alone, they are fcurvy ones. 

Kin. Let us from point to point this ftory know, 
To make the even truth in pleasure flow : _ 
If thou be'ft yet a frefh uncropped flower, 
Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower; 
For I can guefs, that, by thy honeu aid, 

Thou kept'ft a wife herfelf, thyfelf a maid. 

Of that, and all the progrefs, more and lefs, 
Resolvedly more leisure fhall exprefs : 
All yet feems well ; and, if it end fo meet, 
The bitter paft, more welcome is the fweet. 


The king's a beggar, nmu the play is done : 
All is ivell ended, if thisfuit be nuon, 
That you exprefs content ; luhicb we will pay 
With ftrife to please you, day exceeding day : 
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts ; 
Your gentle bands lend us, and take our hearts. 


WHAT: ro u WILL. 

Perfotts represented, 

Orfmo, Duke of Illyria. 

Sebaftian, a young Gentleman: 
Antonio, a Sea-captain, bis Friend. 
Sea-captain, Friend to Viola. 

Valentine, ) ~ , ,. . _, . 

. > Gentlemen attending the Duke. 

Sir Toby Belch. 

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. 


Clonvn, j-DcmeJ}icksofQ\\\ia.. 

t-vuo Officers ofjujlice. 

Olivia, a noble Heirefs : 
Maria, her Gentlewoman. 
Viola, Sifter to Sebaftian. 

Attendants upon the Duke, and Olivia ; 
Musicians, Sailors, &c. 

Scene, a City of Illyria, Residence of the 
Duke ; and the Sea-coajl near it. 



S C E NE I. A Room in the Duke's Palace. 

Enter Duke, CURIO, and Others ; 

Mustek attending. 

Duk. If musickbe the food of love, play on, 
Give me excefs of it; that, forfeiting, 
The appetite may ficken, and fo dye. 
That ftrain again ; it had a dying fall : 
O, it came o'er my ear like the fweet fouth, 
That breaths upon a bank of violets, 
Stealing, and giving odour. Enough ; no more ; 

[Mmick ceafes. 

'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. 
O fpirit of love, how quick and frefh art thou j 
That, notwithftanding thy capacity 
Receivefh as the fea, nought enters there, 
Of what validity and pitch foever, 
But falls into abatement and low price, 
Even in a minute ! fo full of fhapes is fancy, 
That it alone is high fantaftical. 

5 fweet found 

<welfth-night, or, 

CUR . Will you go hunt, my lord ? 

Duk. What, Curie? 

CUR. The hart. 

Duk. Why, fo I do, the nobleft that I have : 
O, when mine eyes did fee Olivia firft, 
(Methought, fhe purg'd the air of peftilence) 
That inftant was I turn'd into a hart ; 
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, 
E'er fmce purfue me. How now ? what news from her ? 

PJL. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, 
But from her hand-maid do return this anfwer : 
The element itfelf, 'till feven years hence, 
Shall not behold her face at ample view ; 
But, like a cloiftrefs, fhe will veiled walk, 
And water once a day her chamber's round 
With eye-offending brine : all this, to feason 
A brother's dead love, which me would keep frem, 
And lafting, in her fad remembrance. 

Duk . O, fhe, that hath a heart of that fine frame, 
To pay this debt of love but to a brother, 
How will fhe love, when the rich golden fhaft 
Hath kill'd the flock of all affeftions elfe 
That live in her ! when liver, brain, and heart, 
These fovereign thrones, are all fupply'd, and fill'd, 

(Her fweet perfection) with one felf-fame king ! 

Away before me to fweet beds of flowers ; 
Love-thoughts lye rich, when canopy'd with bowers. 

S CENE II. The Sea-ccajt. 
Enter VIOLA, Captain, and Sailors. 
Fio. What country, friends, is this ? 

*' yeares.heate, * 6 perfection* 

What you w://. 5 

Cap. This is lllyria, lady. 

Vio. And what mould I do in Illyria? 
My brother he is in Elyzium. 
Perchance, he is notdrown'd :_What think you, failofs? 

Cap. It is perchance, that you yourfelf were fav'd. ^be. 

Vio. O my poor brother! and fo, perchance, may he 

Cap. Tsue, madam : and, to comfort you with chance, 
Affure yourfelf, after our (hip did fplit, 
When you, and this poor number fav'd with you, 
Hung on our driving boat, I faw your brother, 
: Molt provident in peril, bind himfelf 
j (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) 
To a ftrong mail, that liv'd upon the fea ; 
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, 
I faw him hold acquaintance with the waves, 
So long as I could fee. 

Vio. For faying fo, there's =f= gold : 
Mine own efcape unfoldeth to my hope, 
Whereto thy fpeech ferves for authority, 
The like of him. Know'lt thou this country ? 

Cap. Ay, madam, well ; for I was bred and born 
Not three hours travel from this very place. 

Vio, Who governs here ? . 

Cap. A noble duke in nature, 
As in fji0 name. 

Vio, What is his name ? 

Cap. Qrjino. 

Vio. Orjtno ! I have heard my father name him : 
' He was a batchelor then. 

Cap. And fo is now, or was fo very late : 
For but a month ago I went from hence ; 
And then 't\vas frefh in murmur, (as, you know, 

' thofepcort * Orien 

6 Twelfth-night, tr, 

What great ones do, the lefs will prattle of) 
That he did feek the love of fair Olivia. 

Vio. What's (he? 

Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count 
That dy'd fome twelve-month fince ; then leaving her 
In the protection of his fon, her brother, 
Who fhortly alfo dy'd : for whose dear love, 
They fay, me hath abjur'd the company, 
And fight, of men. 

Vio. o, that I ferv'd that lady ; 
And might not be deliver'd to the world, 
'Till I had made mine own occasion mellow, 
What my eftate is ! 

Cap. That were hard to compafs ; 
Because me will admit no kind of fuit, 
No, not the duke's. 

Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain } 
And, though that nature with a beauteous wall 
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee 
I will believe, thou haft a mind that fuits 
With this thy fair and outward character. 
J pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteoufly, 
Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid 
For fuch difguise as, haply, mail become 
The form of my intent : I'll ferve this duke, 
Thou malt present me as an eunuch to him, 
It may be worth thy pains ; for I can fing, 
And fpeak to him in many forts of musick, 
That will allow me very worth his fervice. 
What elfe may hap, to time I will commit ; 
Only Ihape thou thy filence to my wit. 

Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be : 

8 fight | And company 

JJ 'bat you will, j 

When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not fee ! 
fto, I thank thee : Lead me on. [Exeunt. 

S GENE III. A Room in Olivia'* Houfe. 

Enter Sir To BY, and MARIA. ^ 

Sir T. What a plague means my niece, to take the 
death of her brother thus ? I am fure, care's an enemy 
to life. 

MAR. By my troth, fir Tofy, you muft come in earlier 
o'nights ; your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions 
to your ill hours. 

Sir T. Why, let her except, before excepted. 

MAR. Ay, but you muft confine yourfelf within the 
modeft limits of order. 

Sir T. Confine ? I'll confine myfelf no finer than I 
am : these cloaths are good enough to drink in, and fo 
be these boots too ; an they be not, let them hang them- 
felves in their own ftraps. 

MAR. That quaffing and drinking will undo you : T 
heard my lady talk of it yefterday ; and of a foolifti 
knight, that you brought in one night here, to be her 

Sir T. Who ? fir Andrew 4gue-cbcek ? 

MAR. Ay, he. 

Sir T. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. 

MAR. What's that to the purpose ? 

Sir 7*. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. 

MAR. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these du- 
cats ; he's a very fool, and a prodigal. 

Sir T. Fie, that you'll fay fo ! he plays o'the viol- 
de-gambo, and fpeaks three or four languages word 
for word without book, and hath all the good gift* 

8 Fwtlftb-nigbt, w, 

of nature. 

MAR. He hath, indeed, almoft natural : for, be/idea 
that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller ; and, but that 
he hath the gift of a coward to allay the guft he hath in 
quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would 
quickly have the gift of a grave. 

Sir T. By this hand, they are fcoundrels, and fub- 
ftraclors, that fay fo ef him. Who are they ? 

MAR. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly 
in your company. 

Sir T. With drinking healths to my niece ; I'll drink 
to her, as long as there is a pafTage in my throat, and 
drink in lllyria : he's a coward, and a coyftril, that will 
not drink to my niece, 'till his brains turn o'the toe like 
a parifli top. What, wench : Cafiiliano volto ; for here 
comes fir Andrew Ague-face. 

Enter Sir ANDREW. 

Sir A. Sir Toby Belch! how now, fir Toby Belch? 

Sir T. Sweet fir Andrew ! 

Sir A. Blefs you, fair fhrew. 

MAR, And you too, fir. 

Sir T. Accoft, fir Andrew, accofh 

Sir A. What's that ? 

Sir T. My niece's chamber-maid. [ance. 

Sir A. Good miftrefs Accoft, I desire better acquaint- 

MAR. My name is Mary, fir. 

Sir A. Good miftrefs Mary Accoft, 

Sir T. You miftake, knight : accoft, is, front her, 
board her. woo her, affail her. 

Sir A. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this 
company. Is that the meaning of accoft ? 

MAS.. Fare you well, gentlemen. 

What you will. 9 

Sir 7'. An thou let part fo, fir Andt&wi 'would thou 
might'lt never draw fword again. 

Sir A. An you part fo, miftrefs, I would I might 
never draw fword again ; Fair lady, do you think you 
have fools in hand ? 

MAR. Sir, I have not you by the hand. 

Sir A. Marry, but you (hall have ; and here's my hand. 

MAR . Now, fir, thought is free : I pray you, bring 
your hand to the buttery bar, and let it drink. [phor ? 

Sir A. Wherefore, fweet heart } what's your meta- 

MAR; It's dry, fir. 

Sir A. Why, I think fo ; I am not fuch an afs, but I 
can keep my hand dry. But what's your jeft ? 

MAR. A dry jeft, fir. 

Sir A. Are you full of them ? 

MAR- Ay, fir; I have them at my fingers' ends : 
'marry, now 1 let go your hand, I am barren. 

[Exit MARIA. 

Sir T. O knight, thou lack'ft a cup of canary ; When 
did I fee thee fo put down ? 

Sir A. Never in your life, I think ; unlefs you fee 
canary put me down : Methinks, fometimes I have no 
more wit than a chriftian, or an ordinary man, has: but 
I am a great eater of beef, and, I believe, that does 
harm to my wit. 

Sir V. No queftion. 

Sir A. An I thought that, I'd forfvvear it. I'll ride 
home to-morrow, fir Tofy. 

Sir T. Pourquoy, my dear knight : 

Sir A. What is pourquny ? do, or not do ? I would I 
had beftow'd that time in the tongues, that I have in 
fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting : O, had I but fol- 


10 Twelfth-night, or, 

low'd the arts ! 

Sir 7". Then hadft them had an excellent head of hair. 

Sir A. Why, would that have mended my hair ? 

Sir T. Paft queltion ; for, thou fee'ft, it will not curl 
by nature. 

Sir A. But it becomes me well enough, does't not ? 

Sir T. Excellent ; it hangs like flax on a diftaff : and 
I hope to fee a huswife take thee between her legs, and 
ipin it off. 

Sir A, 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, fir Toby : your 
niece will not be feen ; or, if me be, it's four to one 
fhe'll none of me ; the count himfelf, here hard by, woes 

Sir T. She'll none of the count ; (he'll not match 
above her degree, neither in eftate, years, nor wit ; I 
have heard her fwear't. Tut, there's life in't, man. 

Sir A. I'll ftay a month longer. I am a fellow o'th' 
flrangeft mind i'the world ; I delight in mafques and re- 
vels fometimes altogether. 

Sir T. Art thou good at these kickfhaws, knight ? 

Sir A. As any man in lllyria, whatfoever he be, under 
the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not compare 
with an old man. 

Sir T. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight ? 

Sir A. 'Faith, I can cut a caper. 

Sir T. And I can cut the mutton to't. 

Sir A. And, I think, I have the back-trick, fimply as 
ftrong as any man in lllyria. 

Sir T. Wherefore are these things hid ? wherefore 
have these gifts a curtain before them ? are they like to 
take duft, like miftrefs Mall's picture ? Why doft thou 
not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a co- 

5 not cools my nature 

What you will. 1 1 

ranto ? my very walk fhould be a jig ; I would not fo 
much as make water, but in a fmk-a-pace. What doft 
thou mean ; is it a world to hide virtues in ? I did think, 
by the excellent conftitution of thy leg,s it was form'd 
under the ftar of a galliard. 

Sir A. Ay 'tis ftrong ; and it does indifferent well 
in a flame-colour'd flocking. Shall we fet about fome 
revels ? 

Sir T. What lhall we do elfe ? were we not born under 
Taurus ? 

Sir A. Taurus ? that's fides, and heart. 

Sir 7". No, fir ; it is legs, and thighs. Let me fee thee 
caper : ~f~ ha ! higher : "|~ ha, ha ! excellent ! [Exeunt. 

SCE NE IV. A Room in the Dukis Palace. 

Enter VALENTINE, and VIOLA in Mans Attire. 

FAL . If the duke continue these favours towards you, 
Ce.'ario, you are like to be much advanc'd ; he hath 
known you but three days, and already you are no 

Fio. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, 
that you call in queftion the continuance of his love : 
Is he inconftant, fir, in his favours ? 

VAL. No, believe me. 

Pio. I thank you. Here comes the count. 
Enter Duke, attended. 

DuL Who faw Cesario, ho ? 

Fio. On your attendance, my lord; here. 

DuL Stand you a while aloof. Cesario, 
Thou know'ft no lefs but all ; I have unclafp'd 
To thee the book even of my fecret foul : 
Therefore, good youth, addrefs thy gait unto her; 

7 dam'd-colour'd ftocke, 

H 2 

12 Twelfth-night, or, 

Be not deny'd accefs, ftand at her doors, 
And tell them, there thy fixed foot fhall grow, 
'Till thou have audience. 

Vio. Sure, my noble lord, 
If fhe be fo abandon'd to her fbrrow 
As it is fpoke, fhe never will admit me. 

Duk. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, 
Rather than make unprofited return. 

Via . Say, I do fpeak with her, my lord ; What then ? 

Duk. O, then, unfold the paffion of my love, 
Surprize her with difcourfe of my dear faith : 
It fhall become thee well, to aft my woes; 
She will attend it better in thy youth, 
Than in a nuntio of more grave afpeft. 

Vio. \ think not fo, my lord. 

Duk. Dear lad, believe it ; 
For they fhall yet belye thy happy years, 
That fay, thou art a man : Diana's lip 
Is not more fmooth, and rubious ; thy fmall pipe 
Is as the maiden's organ, fhrill, and found, 
And all is femblative a woman's part. 
I know, thy conftellation is right apt 

For this affair : Some four, or five, attend him ; 

All, if you will ; for I myfelf am beft, 
When leaft in company : _ Profper well in this, 
And thou fhalt live as freely as thy lord, 
To call his fortunes thine. 

Via. I'll do my beft, 

To woo your lady : " yet, a barful ftrife ; " 
" Whoe'er I woo, myfelf would be his wife. " {Exeunt. 

SCENE V. A Room in OliviaV Houfe. 
*+ Nuntio's 

What you *wiK. I 3 

Enter MARIA, and Clown. 

MAR. Nay, either tell me where thou haft been, or 
I will not open my lips, fo wide as*a brittle may enter, 
in way of thy excufe : my lady will hang thee for thy 

Clo. Let her hang me : he, that is well hang'd in 
this world, needs to fear no colours. 

MAR. Make that good. 

Clo. He mall fee none to fear. 

MAR . A good lenten anfwer : I can tell thee wbuerff 
that faying was born, of, I fear no colours. 
Clo. Where, good miftrefs Mary ? 

MAR. In the wars ; and that may you be bold to fay 
in your foolery. 

Clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have it ; 
and those that are fools, let them use their talents. 

MAR. Yet you will be hang'd, for being fo long ab- 
fent, or be turn'd away; Is not that as good as a hang- 
ing to you ? 

Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage ; 
and, for turning away, let fummer bear it out. 

MAR. You are resolute then ? 

Clo. Not fo neither; but I am resolv'd on two points. 

MAR. That, if one break, the other will hold; or, if 
both break, your gafiuns fall. 

Clo. Apt, in good faith ; very apt ! Well, go thy 
way ; if fir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty 
a piece of E-ve 's flefh as any in lllyria. 

MAR. Peace, you rogue, no more o'that ; here comes 
my lady : make your excufe wisely, you were belt. \Exit. 
Enter OLIVIA, attended, and MALVOLIO. 

Clo. Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling ! 

14 Twelfth-night, or, 

Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove 
fools ; and I, that am fure I lack thee, may pafs for a 
wise man : For what fays Quinapalus ? Better a witty fool, 
than a foolifh wit. God blefs thee, lady. 

OLI. Take the fool away. 

Clo. Do you not hear, fellows ? take away the lady. 

OLI. Go to, you're a dry fool ; I'll no more of you : 
befides, you grow difhoneft. 

Clo. Two faults, madona, that drink and good coun- 
fel will amend : for give the dry fool drink, then is the 
fool not dry ; bid the difhoneft man mend himfelf, If 
he mend, he is no longer difhoneft ; if he cannot, let 
the botcher mend him : Any thing, that's mended, is 
but patch'd : virtue, that tranfgrefTes, is but patch'd 
with fin ; and fin, that amends, is but patch'd with 
virtue : if that this fimple fyllogism will ferve, fo ; if 
it will not, What remedy ? as there is no true cuc- 
kold but calamity, fo beauty's a flower : The lady 
bad take away the fool ; therefore I fay again, take her 

OLI. Sir, I bad them take away you. 

Clo. Mifprision in the higheft degree ! Lady, cucullus 
non facit monachum : that's as much as to fay, I wear 
not motley in my brain. Good madona, give me leave 
to prove you a fool. 

OLI. Can you do it? 

Clo. Dexterioufly, good madona. 

OLI. Make your proof. 

Clo. I muft catechize you for it, madona ; Good my 
moufe of virtue, anfwer me. 

OLI. Well, fir, for want of other idlenefs, I'll bide 
your proof. 

*3 much to fay, as I 

What you 'will. 1 5 

C/o. Good madona, why mourn'ft thou ? 

On. Good fool, for my brother's death. 

C/o. I think, his foul is in hell, madona. 

OLI. I know, his foul is in heaven, fool. 

C/o. The more fool you, madona, to mourn for your 
brother's foul being in heaven. Take away the fool, 

On. What think you of this fool, Mafaolio? doth 
he not mend ? 

MJL. Yes ; and mall do, 'till the pangs of death 
(hake him : Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever 
make the better fool. 

C/o. God fend you, fir, a fpeedy infirmity, for the 
better encreafing your folly ! Sir Toby will be fworn, 
that I am no fox; but he will not pafs his word for 
two-pence, that you are no fool. 

OL i. How fay you to that, Mal-jolio ? 

MAL. I marvel, your ladyfhip takes delight in fuch 
a barren rafcal ; I faw him put down the other day 
with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than 
a ftone : Look you now, he's out of his guard alrea- 
dy ; unlefs you laugh, and minifter occasion to him, 
he is gag'd. I proteil, I take these wise men, that crow 
fo at these fet kind of fools, to lie no better than the 
fools' zanies. 

OLI. O, you are fick of felf-love, Maholio, and tafte 
with a diftemper'd appetite : to be generous, guiltlefs, 
and of free difposition, is to take those things for bird- 
bolts, that you deem cannon-bullets : There is no flander 
in an allow'd fool, though he do nothing but rail ; nor 
no railing in a known difcreet man, though he do no- 
thing but reprove. 

*7 guidefle 


16 Twelfth -night, or, 

Clo. Now Mercury indue thee with leasing, for thou 
fpeak'ft well of fools! 

Re-enter MARIA. 

MAR. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentle- 
man, much desires to fpeak with you. 

OLI. From the count Orfino, is it ? 

MAR. I know not, madam ; 'tis a fair young man, 
and well attended. 

OLI. Who of my people hold him in delay ? 

MAR. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman. 

OLI. Fetch him off, I pray you; he fpeaks nothing 
but madman ; Fye on him! [Exit MARIA.] Go you, 
Malvolio : if it be a fuit from the count, 1 am Tick, or 
not at home ; what you will, to difmifs it. [Exit MAL- 
VOLIO.] Now you fee, fir, how your fooling grows old, 
and people diflike it. 

Clo. Thou haft fpoke for us, madona, as if thy tldcft 
fon fhould be a fool : whose fciill 'Jove cram with brains, 
for here comes one of thy kin has a moft weak fiu 

Enter Sir TOBY. 

OLI. By mine honour, half drunk What is he at 
the gate, cousin ? 

Sir T. A gentleman. 

OLI. A gentleman ? What gentleman? 

Sir T. 'Tis a gentleman : [hiccups.] A plague of 
these pickle-herring ! _ How now, fot ? 

Clo. Good fir Toby, 

OLI. Cousin, cousin, how have you come fo early by 
this lethargy ? [g at ~- 

Sir T. Letchery ? I defy letchery : There's one at the 

On. Ay, marry ; what is he ? 

*9 heere he comes a6 v. Ntt. 

U T bat you will. 7 

Sir 7". Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not : 
give me faith, fay I. Well, it's all one. [Exit Sir TOBY. 

OLI. What's a drunken man like, fool ? 

do. Like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madman : 
one draught above heat makes him a fool ; the fecond 
mads him ; and a third drowns him. 

OLI. Go thou and feek the coroner, and let him fit 
o' my coz ; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's 
drown'd : go, look after him. 

Clo. He is but mad yet, madona ; and the fool fhall 
look to the madman. [Exit Clown. 

Re-enter MALVOLIO. 

MAL . Madam, yon' young fellow fwears he will fpeak 
with you. I told him, you were fick; he takes on him 
to understand fo much, and therefore comes to fpeak 
with you : I told him, you were afleep ; he feems to have 
a fore-knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to 
fpeak with you. What is to be faid to him, lady? he is 
fortify'd againft any denial. 

OLI. Tell him, he fhall not fpeak with me. 

MAL. He has been told fo ; and he fays, he'll ftand 
at your door like a fheriff's poft, and be the fupporter 
to a bench, but he'll fpeak with you. 

OLI. What kind o'man is he ? 

MAL. Why, of man kind. 

OLI. What manner of man ? 

MAL. Of very ill manner ; he'll fpeak with you, will 
you, or no. 

OLI. Of what perfonage, and years, is he ? 

MAL. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young 
enough for a boy ; as a fquafh is before 'tis a peafcod, 
Or a codling when 'tis almoft an apple : 'tis with him 

1 8 Twelfth-night, or, 

e'en Handing water, between boy and man. He is 
very well-favour'd, and he fpeaks very (hrewiftily ; 
one would think, his mother's milk were fcarce out of 

OLI. Let him approach : Call in my gentlewoman. 

MAL. Gentlewoman, my lady calls. [Exit. 

Re-enter MARIA. 

OLI. Give me my veil : come, throw it o'er my face} 
We'll once more hear Or/?a0's embafly. 
Enter VIOLA. 

Fio . The honourable lady of the houfe, which is me ? 

On. Speak to me, I fhall ar.fwer for her ; Your will ? 

Fio. Moft radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beau- 
ty, _ I pray you, tell me, if this be the lady of the houfe, 
for I never faw her : I would be loth to caft away my 
fpeech ; for, befides that it is excellently well pen'd, I 
have taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me 
fuftain no fcorn ; I am very comptible, even to the leaft 
finifter usage. 

OLI. Whence came you, fir? 

Vio. I can fay little more than I have ftudy'd, and 
that queflion's out of my part. Good gentle one, give 
me modefl aflurance if you be the lady of the houfe, 
that I may proceed in my fpeech. 

OLI. Are you a comedian ? 

Vio. No, my profound heart : and yet, (by the very 
phangs of malice, I fvvear) I am not that I play. Are 
you the lady of the houfe ? 

OLI. If I do not usurp myfelf, I am. 

yio . Moft certain, if you are (he, you do usurp your- 
felf ; for what is yours to beftow, is not yours to reserve. 
But this is from my commiflion : I will on with my fpeech, 

1 him in (landing 

What you luill. I<j 

in your praise, and then fhew you the heart of my 

OLI. Come to what is important in't : I forgive you 
the praise. 

Vio. Alas, I took great pains to ftudy it, and 'tis 

OLI. It is the more like to be feign'd ; I pray you, 
keep it in. I heard, you were faucy at my gates ; and 
allow'd your approach, rather to wonder at you than to 
hear you. If you be not mad, be gone ; if you have 
reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of moon with me, to 
make one in fo (kipping a dialogue. 

MAR. Will you hoift fail, fir r here lies your way. 

Vio. No, good fwabber ; I am to hull here a little 

longer Some mollification for your giant, fweet lady; 

tell me your mind, I am a meflenger. 

OLI. Sure, you have fome hideous matter to deli- 
ver, when the courtefy of it is fo fearful. Speak your 

Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture 
of war, no taxation of homage; I hold the olive in my 
hand : my words are as full of peace as matter. 

OLI. Yet you began rudely. What are you ? what 
would you ? 

Vio . The rudenefs, that hath appear'd in me, have 
1 learn'd from my entertainment. What I am, and what 
I would, are as fecret as maidenhead : to your ears, 
divinity ; to any others, prophanation. 

OLI. Give us the place alone : we will hear this di- 
vinity. [Exeunt MARIA, and Attendants.] Now, fir, 
what is your text ? 

VIQ. Moft fweet lady, 

23 Twelfth-night, or, 

On. A comfortable do&rine, and much may be faid 
of it. Where lies your text ? 

Vio. In Or/tno's bosom. 

Oil. In his bosom ? In what chapter of his bosom ? 

Vio . To anfwer by the method, in the firft of his heart. 

On. O, I have read it; it is herefy. Have you no 
more to fay ? 

Vio. Good madam, let me fee your face. 

On, Have you any commiffion from your lord to ne- 
gotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text : 
but we will draw the curtain, \un<veiling\ and ftiew you 
the picture. Look you, fir, fuch a one I was this pre- 
sent : Is't not well done ? 

Vio. Excellently done, if God did all. 

OLI. 'Tis in grain, fir ; 'twill endure wind and 

Fjo. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white 
Nature's own fweet and cunning hand lay'd on : 
Lady, you are the cruel'ft fhe alive, 
If you will lead these graces to the grave, 
And leave the world no copy. 

OLI. O, fir, I will not be fo hard-hearted; I will 
give out divers fchedules of my beauty : It mail be 
inventory'd ; and every particle, and utenfil, label'd 
to my will : as, item, two lips indifferent red ; item, 
two grey eyes, with lids to them ; item, one neck, 
one chin, and fo forth. Were you fent hither to praise 
me ? 

Vio. I fee you what you are : you are too proud ; 
But, if you were the devil, you are fair. 
My lord and matter loves you ; O, fuch love 
Could be but recompenc'd, though you were crown'4 

What you will. 2.1 

The non-pareil of beauty. 

OLI. How does he love me ? 

Fio. With adorations, fautl) fertil tears, 
With groans that thunder love, with fighs of fire, [him : 

OLI. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love 
Yet I fuppose him virtuous, know him noble, 
Of great eftate, of frefh and ftainlefs youth ; 
In voices well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant, 
And, in dimenfion and the fhape of nature, 
A gracious perfon : but yet I cannot love him ; 
He might have took his anfwer long ago. 

Vio. If I did love you in my matter's flame, 
With fuch a fuffering, fuch a deadly life, 
In your denial I would find no fenfe, 
I would not underftand it. 

OLI. Why, what would you ? 

Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, 
And call upon my foul within the houfe ; 
Write loyal canzons of contemned love, 
And fing them loud even in the dead of night; 
Hollow your name to the reverberate hills, 
And make the babling goffip of the air 
Cry out, Olivia ! o, you mould not relt 
Between the elements of air and earth, 
But you mould pity me. 

OLI. You might do much : What is your parentage: 

Fio. Above my fortunes, yet my Hate is well : 
I am a gentleman. 

OLI. Get you to your lord ; 
I cannot love him : let him fend no more ; 
Unlefs, perchance, you come to me again, 
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well : 

' Cantons 

22 Twelfth-night, or, 

I thank you for your pains : fpend this ~|~ for me. 

Vio. I am no fee'd poft, lady ; keep your purfe ; 
My mafter, not myfelf, lacks recompence. 
Love make his heart of flint, that you (hall love ; 
And let your fervour, like my mailer's, be 
Plac'd in contempt ! Farewel, fair cruelty. 

'[Exit VIOLA. 

OLI. What is your parentage ? _ 
Above my fortunes, yet my ftate is well : 
I am a gentleman. _ I'll be fworn, thou art ; 
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, aftions, and fpirit, 
Do give thee five-fold blazon : Not too faft ; fort ; 
Unlefs the mafter were the man. How now ? 
Even fo quickly may one catch the plague ? 
Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections, 
With an invisible and fubtle ftealth, 
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be. _ 
What, ho ! Malvolio ! 

Re-enter M A L v o L i o . 

MAI.. Here, madam, at your fervice. 

Ox/. Run after that fame pee vim meflenger, 
The county's man : he left this =)= ring behind him, 
Would I, or not ; tell him, I'll none of it. 
Desire him not to flatter with his lord, 
Nor hold him up with hopes ; I am not for him : 
If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, 
I'll give him reasons for't. Hye thee, Malvolio. 

UAL. Madam, I will. [Exit. 

OLT. I do I know not what; and fear to find 
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. 
Fate, (hew thy force : Ourfelves we do not owe; 
What is decreed, muil be ; And be this fo ! [Exit. 

11 foft, foft, " Countes man 

What you will. 23 


SCENE I. The Sea-coo/}. 

Avf. Will you flay no longer ? nor will you not, that 
I go with you ? 

SEB. By your patience, no: my ftars fhine darkly over 
me ; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, dif- 
temper yours ; therefore I (hall crave of you your leave, 
that I may bear my evils alone : it were a bad recom- 
pence for your love, to lay any of them on you. 

A-KT. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound. 

SEB. No, Tooth, fir ; my determinate voyage is meer 
extravagancy. But I perceive in you fo excellent a 
touch of modefty, that you will not extort from me 
what I am willing to keep in ; therefore it charges me 
in manners the rather to exprefs myfelf: You muft 
know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebaftian, which 
I call'd Rof'orjgo ; my father was that Sebaftian of 
MeJ/aline, whom I know, you have heard of : he left 
behind him, myfelf, and a filler, both born in an hour; 
If the heavens had been pleas'd, would we had fo end- 
ed ! but you, fir, alter'd that ; for, fome hour before 
you took me from the breach of the fea, was my filter 

An*. Alas, the day ! 

SEB. A lady, fir, though it was faid me much re- 
sembl'd me, was yet of many accounted beautiful : 
but, though i could not, with fuch eftimable wonder, 
over-far believe that, yet thus far I will boldly pub- 

24 Twelfth -night, 6r t 

lifh her, fhe bore a mind that envy could not but 
call fair: fhe is drown'd already, fir, with fait water, 
though I feem to drown her remembrance again with 

ANT:. Pardon me, fir, your bad entertainment. 

SEB. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. 

Ayr. If you will not murther me for my love, let me 
be your fervant. 

SEB . If you will not undo what you have done, that 
is, kill him whom you have recover'd, desire it not. 
Fare ye well at once : my bosom is full of kindnefs ; 
and I am yet fo near the manners of my mother, that, 
upon the leaft occasion more, mine eyes will tell 
tales of me. I am bound to the count Oreo's court : 
farewel. [Exit. 

ANT. The gentlenefs of all the gods go with thee ! -. 
I have many enemies in Orjino's court, 
Elfe would I very fhortly fee thee there : 
But, come what may, I do adore thee fo, 
That danger mail feem {port, and I will go. [Exit. 

SCENE II. A Street. 
Enter VIOLA, MALVOLIO following. 

MAL. Were not you even now with the countefs 
Olivia ? 

Vio. Even now, fir ; on a moderate pace I have fmce 
arriv'd but hither. 

MAI. She returns this ring to you, fir; you might 
have faved me my pains, to have taken it away your- 
felf. She adds moreover, that you mould put your lord 
into a defperate afTurance fhe will none of him : And 
one thing more ; that you be never fo hardy to come 

What you nuill. 25 

again in his affairs, unlefs it be to report your lord's 
taking of this. Receive it, fir. 

Fio. She took the ring of me, I'll none of it. 

MAL. Come, fir, you peevifhly threw it to her; and 
her will is, it fhould be fo return'd : if it be worth 
ftooping for, there ~|~ it lies in your eye ; if not, be it 
his that finds it. [Exit MALVOLIO. 

Vio . I left no ring with her : What means this lady ? 
Fortune forbid, my out-fide have not charm'd her 1 
She made good view of me ; indeed, fo much, 
That, fure, methought, her eyes had loft her tongue, 
For (he did fpeak in ftarts diftraftedly. 
She loves me, fure ; the cunning of her paffion 
Invites me in this churlim meflenger. 
None of my lord's ring ? why, he fent her none. 
I am the man ; If it be fo, (as 'tis) 
Poor lady, fhe were better love a dream. 
Difguise, I fee, thou art a wickednefs, 
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. 
How easy is it, for the proper falfe 
In women's waxen hearts to fet their forms ! 
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we ; 
For, fuch as we are made, e'en fuch we be. 
How will this fadge ? My matter loves her dearly ; 
And I, poor monfter, fond as much on him ; 
And fhe, miftaken, feems to doat on me : 
What will become of this ? As I am man, 
My ftate is defperate for my matter's love ; 
As I am woman, now, alas the day ! 
What thriftlefs fighs mail poor Olivia breath ? 
O time, thou mutt untangle this, not I ; 
It is too hard a knot for me to unty. [Exit. 

* itfo. *i made, if fuch 

a 6 Twelfth-night, or, 

SCENE III. A Room in Olivia'j Houfe. 
Enter SirToRY, and Sir ANDREW. 

Sir 7". Approach, fir Andrew : not to be a bed after 
midnight, is to be up betimes ; and diluculo furgere, thoii 

Sir A. Nay, by my troth, I know not : but I know, 
to be up late, is to be up late. 

SirT. A falfe conclusion; I hate it as an unfill'd 
can : To be up after midnight, and to go to bed then, 
is early ; fo that, to go to bed after midnight, is to 
go to bed betimes. Does not our life confift of the four 
elements .? . 

Sir A. 'Faith, fo they iky ; but, I think, it rather con- 
fifts of eating and drinking. 

Sir T. Thou'rt a fcholar ; let bs therefore eat and 
drink. _ Maria, 1 fay, a ftoop of wine ! 
Enter Clown. 

Sir A. Here comes the fool, i'faith. 

Clo. How now, my hearts ? Did you never fee the 
pi&ure of we three. 

SirT. Welcome, afs. Now let's have a catch. 

Sir A. By my troth, the fool has an excellent brcaft. 
I had rather than forty millings I had fuch a leg ; and 
fo fweet a breath to fmg, as the fool has. _ In footh, 
thou waft in very gracious fooling lail night, when thou 
fpok'ft Q{ Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians pafling the equi- 
noftial of Queubus ; 'twas very good, i'faith. 1 feut thee 
fix-pence for thy leman ; Had'lt it ? 

Clo. I did impeticos thy gratility ; for Mafa-dio's 
nose is no whip-ftock, my lady has a white hand, and 
the Myrmidons are no bottle-ale-houses. 

* li?e '? Marian a Lemon 

What you will. 27 

'Sir A. Excellent ! Why, this is the heft fooling, when 
all is done. Now, a fong. 

Sir T. Come on ; there is fix-pence =f= for you : let's 
have a fong. 

Sir A, There's a teftril =f= of me too : if one knight 
give a - 

Clo. Would you have a love-fong, or a fong of 
good life ? 

SirT. A love-fong, a love-fong. 

Sir A. Ay, ay ; I care not for good life. 


Clo. O miftrefs mine, where are you roaming ? 
o, ftay and hear ; your true-love's coming, 

that can fing both high and low : 
trip no farther, pretty faceting ; 
journeys end in levers' meeting, 

every wise man's fen doth know. 
Sir A. Excellent good, i'faith. 
SirT. Good, good. 

St. IT. 
Clo. What is love ? 'tis not hereafter ; 

present mirth hath present laughter ; 

what's to come, is ftill unjure : 
in delay there lies no plenty ; 
then ccme kijs me, fweet, and twenty, 
youth's a fti<Jf will not endure. 

Sir A. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. 
Sir T. A contagious breath. 
Sir A. Very fweet and contagious, i'faith. 
SirT. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. 
But (hall \ve make the welkin dance indeed ? Shall we 

I 2 

28 Twtlftb-iuttt or 

rouse the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three 
fouls out of one weaver ? (hall we do that ? 

Sir A. An you love me, let's do't : I am dog at a catch. 

Clo. By'r-lady, fir, and fome dogs will catch well. 

Sir A. Moft certain : Let our catch be, Thou knave. 

Clo. Hold thy peace, thou knave, knight ? I mall be 
conftrain'd in't to call thee knave, knight. 

Sir A. 'Tis not the firft time I have conftrain'd one 
to call me knave. Begin, fool ; it begins, Hold thy 

Clo. I mall never begin, if I hold my peace. 

Sir A. Good, i'faith ! Come, begin. [Catch fung. 
Enter MARIA. 

MAR. What a catterwawling do you keep here ? If 
my lady have not call'd up her fteward Malvolio, and 
bid him turn you out of doors, never truft me. 

Sir T. My lady's a Catalan, we are politicians ; Mal- 
I'otio's a Peg o' Ramsey, and Three merry men be <vue. 
Am not I confanguinious ? am 1 not of her blood ? 
Tilly- vally ! lady ! _ There dwelt a man in Babylon, _ 
lady, lady ! 

Clo. Befhrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. 

Sir A. Ay, he does well enough, if he be difpos'd, 
and fo do I too ; he does it with a better grace, but I 
do it more natural. 

Sir T. O, the twelfth day of December, 

MAR. For the love o'God, peace. 

MAL. My matters, are you mad ? or what are you ? 
Have you no wit, manners, nor honefty, but to gabble 
like tinkers at this time of night ? Do ye make an ale- 
houfe of my lady's houfe, that ye fqueak out your coziers' 

What you will. 29 

catches without any mitigation or remorfe of voice ? Is 
there no refpecT: of place, perfons, nor time in you ? 
Sir T. We did keep time, fir, in our catches. Sneck-up! 
MAL. Sir 'Toby, I muft be round with you. My lady 
bad me tell you, that, though (he harbours you as her 
kinsman, fhe's nothing ally'd to your disorders : If you 
can feparate yourfelf and your mifdemeanours, you are 
welcome to the houfe ; if not, an it would please you 
to take leave of her, fhe is very willing to bid you 

Sir T". Fare>~wel, dear heart, Jince I muft needi be gone, 

MAR. Nay, good fir Toby. 

Clo. His eyes do Jhonu his days are almoft done. 

MAL. Is't even fo ? 

Sir T. But I ^will never dye. 

Clo. Sir Toby, there you lye, 

MAL. This is much credit to you* 

Sir T. Shall I bid him go ? 

Clo. What an if you do ? 

Sir T. Shall I bid him go, and fpare not ? 

Clo. O, no, no, no, no, you dare not. 

Sir T. Out o'tune, fir, ye lye. _ Art any more than a 
fleward ? Doft thou think, because thou art virtuous, 
there (hall be no more cakes and ale ? 

Clo. Yes, by faint Anne ; and ginger (hall be hot 
i'the mouth too. 

Sir T. Thou'rt i'the right. _ Go, fir, rub your chain 
with crums : A ftoop of wine, Maria. 

MAL. Miftrefs Maty, if you priz'd my lady's favour 
at any thing more than contempt, you would not give 
means for this uncivil rule ; (he fhall know of it, by this 
hand. [Exit MAL VOL 10. 



MAR . Go, (hake your ears. 

Sir A. 'Tvvere as good a deed, as to drink when a 
man's a hungry, to challenge him to the field ; and then 
to break promise with him, and make a fool of him. 

Sir T. Do't, knight ; I'll write thee a challenge ; or 
I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. 

MAR. Sweet fir Toby, be patient for to-night ; fmce 
the youth of the count's was to day with my lady, me is 
much out of quiet. For monfieur Mall-olio, let me alone 
with him : if I do not gull him into a nay- word, and 
make him a common recreation, do not think I have 
wit enough to lye flrait in my bed : I know, I can 
do it. 

SirT. Possefs us, possefs us; tell usfomethingof him. 

MAR. Marry, fir, fometimes he is a kind of puritan : 

Sir A. O, if I thought that, I'd brat him like a dog. 

Sir T. What, for being a puritan ? thy exquisite rea- 
son, dear knight ? 

Sir A I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have 
reason good enough. 

MAR. The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing 
conftantly but a time-pleaser ; an affe&ion'd afs, 
that cons ftate without book, and utters it by great 
fwarths : the beft perfuaded of himfelf, fo cram'd, as 
he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his grounds of 
faith, that all, that look on him, love him ; and on 
that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to 

Sir 7*. What wilt thou do ? 

MAR* 1 will drop in his way fomeobfcure epiftles of 
love ; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the ihape of 
his leg, the manner of his gait, the expreflure of his 

What you ivili. 3 i 

eye, forehead, and completion, he (hall find himfelf 
moft feelingly perfonated : I can write very like my 
lady, your niece ; on a forgotten matter we can hardly 
make diftinftion of our hands. 

SirT. Excellent! I fmell a device. 

Sir A. I ha't in my nose too. 

SirT. He lhall think, by the letters that thou wilt 
drop, that they come from my niece, and that (he's i 
love with him. 

MJR. My purpose is, indeed, a hotfe of that colour. 

Sir A. And your horfe now would make him an afs. 

MAR. Afs I douht not. 

Sir A. O, 'twill be v admirable. 

MAR. Sport royal, 1 warrant you: I know, my phy- 
sick will work with him. I will plant you two, and let 
the fool make a third, where he ftiall find ihe letter ; 
observe his conftruftion of it : For this night, to bed, 
and dream on the event : Farewel. [Exit. 

SirT. Good night, Pentbefilea. 

Sir A. Before me, Ihe's a good wench. 

Sir T. She's a beagle, true bred, and one that adores 
me ; What o'that ? 

Sir A. I was ador'd once too. 

SirT. Let's to bed, knight: Thou hadft need fend 
for more money. 

Sir A. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul 
way out. 

Sir T. Send for money, knight ; if thou haft her not 
i'theend, call me, cut. 

Sir A. If I do not, never truft me, take it how you 
will. , 

SirT. Comej comei I'll go burn fpme fack, 'tie too 

I 4 

32 Twelfth-night, *r, 

late to go to bed now : come, knight, come, knight. 

SCENEIV. A Room in the Duke's Palace. 
Enter Duke, VIOLA, CURIO, and Others. 

Duk. Give me fome musick : Now, good-morrow, 
Now, good Cetario, but that piece of fong, [friends : __ 
That old and antick fong we heard laft night : 
Methought, it did relieve my paffion much ; 
More than light airs, and recollected terms, 

Of these moft briflc and giddy-paced rimes : 

Come, but one verfe, 

CUK . He is not here, fo please your lordfhip, that 
mould fmg it. 

Duk. Who was it ? 

CUR. Fefte, the jefter, my lord ; a fool, that the lady 
Olivia's father took much delight in : he is about the 

Duk. &o,feek him out,_and play thetune the while 
[Exit CURIO. Mustek. 
Come hither, boy; If ever thou malt love, 
In the fweet pangs of it, remember me : 
For, fuch as I am, all true lovers are ; 
Unftay'd and fkittifh in all motions elfe, 
Save, in the conftant image of the creature 
That is belov'd. How doft thou like this tune ? 

Vio . It gives a very echo to the feat 
Where love is thron'd. 

Duk. Thou doft fpeak mafterly : 
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye 
Hath ftay'd upon fome favour that it loves ; 
Hath it not, boy ? 

yio . A little, by your favour. 

What jcu will. 33 

Duk. What kind of woman is't. 

Vio. Of your completion. 

Duk. She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith ? 

Vio. About your years, my lord. 

Duk. Too old, by heaven ; Let ftill the woman take 
An elder than herfelf ; fo wears fhe to him, 
So fways fhe level in her husband's heart. 
For, boy, however we do praise ourfelves, 
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, 
More longing, wavering, fooner loft and worn, 
Than women's are. 

Vio. I think it well, my lord. 

Duk, Then let thy love be younger than thyfelf, 
Or thy affedlion cannot hold the bent : 
For women are as roses ; whose fair flower, 
Being once difplay'd, doth fall that very hour. 

Vio. And fo they are : alas, that they are fo ; 
To dye, even when they to perfection grow ! 
Re-enter Curio, with Clown. 

Duk. O, fellow, come, the fong we had laft night :_ 
Mark it, Cesario ; it is old, and plain : 
The fpinfters and the knitters in the fun, 
And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, 
Do use to chant it ; it is filly footh, 
And dallies with the innocence of love, 
Like the old age. 

Clo. Are you ready, fir? 

Duk. Ay; pr'ythee, fing. {Mustek. 


Clo. Came divay, come away, death, 
and in fad cypreft let me be lay'd ; 
fy awayify a<way, breath; 

3* Fye away, fie away 

3^. Twelfth-night) er, 

I amjlain by a fair cruel maid : 
tny jhroiud of white, jluck al 

o, prepare it; 

my part of death no one fo true 
did Jbare it. 

II. St. 

Not a fewer, not a flower Jweet ', 
on my black coffin let there be ft r own ; 

not a friend, not a friend greet 
tgy poor corps, 'where my bones /hall be thrown i 
a thousand thousand Jighs to Jatie, 

lay me, o, 'where 

fad true-love ne<ver find my grave, 
to --weep there. 

Duk. There's =J= for thy pains. 

Clo. No pains, fir, I take pleasure in finging, fir. 

Duk. I'll pay thy pleasure then. 

Clo. Truly, fir, and pleasure will be pay'd, one time, 
or another. 

Duk. Give me now leave to leave thee. 

Clo. Now, the melancholy god proteft thee ; and 
the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for 
thy mind is a very opal ! _I would have men of fuch 
conftancy put to fea, that their businefs might be every 
thing, and their intent every where ; for that's it, that 
always makes a good voyage of nothing. _ Farewel. 

[Exit Clown. 

Duk. Let all the reft give place Once more, Cesario, 
[Exeunt Curio, and Attendant*. 
Get thee to yon' fame fovereign cruelty : 
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, 

3 true lover 

What you -tu/7/. j 5 

Prizes not quantity of dirty lands ; 
The parts that fortune hath beftow'd upon her, 
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune ; 
But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, 
That nature pranks her in, attracts my foul. 
Fio. But, if fhe cannot love you, fir ? 

Duk, I cannot be fo anfwer'd. 

fio. 'Sooth, but you mud. 
Say, that fome lady, a , perhaps, there is, 
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart 
As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; 
You tell her fo ; Muft (he not then be anfwer'd ? 

DUK. There is no woman's fides, 
Can bide the beating of fo ftrong a paflion 
As love doth give my heart : no woman's heart 
So big, to hold fo much ; they lack retention. 
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite, 
No motion of the liver, but the palate, - f - 
That fuffer forfeit, cloyment, and revolt; 
But mine is all as hungry as the fea, 
And can digeft as much : make no compare 
Between that love a woman can bear me, 
And that I owe Olivia. 

Vio. Ay, but I know, 

Duk. What doft thou know ? 

VIQ . Too well what love women to men may owe : 
In faith, they are as true of heart as we. 
My father had a daughter lov'd a man, 
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, 
I Ihould your lordfliip : 

Duk. And what's her hiftory ? 

VIQ. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, 

7 It cannot 

36 Twelfth- night, or, 

But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, 
Feed on her damafk cheek : (he pin'd in thought ; 
And, with a green and yellow melancholy, 
She fat like patience on a monument, 
Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? 
We men may fay more, fwear more : but, indeed, 
Our {hews are more than will ; for {till we prove 
Much in our vows, but little in our love. 

Duk. But dy'd thy filler of her love, my boy ? 

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's houfe, 

And all the brothers too ; and yet I know not : 

Sir, {hall [ to this lady ? 

Duk. Ay, that's the theme. 
To her in hafte : give her this =}= jewel ; fay, 
My love can give no place, bide no dcnay. [Exeunt. 

SCENE V. Olivia's Garden. 
Enter Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, and FABIAN. 

Sir T. Come thy ways, fignior Fabian. 

FAS. Nay, ['11 come ; if I lose a fcruple of this /port, 
let me be boil'd to death with melancholy. 

Sir T. Would'ft thou not be glad, to have the niggard- 
ly rafcally flieep-biter come by fome notable fliame ? 

FAE . ] would exult, man : you know, he brought me 
out of favour with my lady, about a bear-baiting here. 

Sir T. To anger him, we'll have the bear again ; and 

we'll fool him black and blue : Shall we not, fir 

Andrew ? 

Sir A. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. 
Enter MARIA. 

Sir T. Here comes the little villain : _How now, my 
nettle cf India? 

What you will. 37 

MAR. Get ye all three into the box-tree : Mafaolio's 
coming down this walk ; he has been yonder i'the fun, 
praftifing behaviour to his own fhadow, this half hour : 
observe him, for the love of mockery ; for, I know, this 
letter will make a contemplative ideot of him. Clofe, 
in the name of jefling. [Men hide themfel<ves.~\ Lye thou 
there; [tbrobus down a Letter J\ for here comes the trout, 
that mult be caught with tickling. [Exit MARIA. 


WAL. 'Tis but fortune ; all is fortune. Maria once 

told me, (he did affeft me ; and I have heard herfelf 

I come thus near, that, fhculd {he fancy, it Ihould be one 

I of my completion. Befides, (he uses me with a more 

| exalted refped, than any one elfe that follows her. What 

fhould I think on't? 

Sir T". " Here's an over-weening rogue ! " 

FAB. " O, peace! Contemplation makes araretur-" 
" key-cock of him ; how he jets under his advanc'd" 
"plumes ! " 

Sir A. " S'light, I could fo beat the rogue : " 

SirT. "Peace, ! fay." 

MAL. To be count Malvolio : 

Sir T. "Ah, rogue! " 

Sir A. " Piftol him, piftol him." 

Sir T. " Peace, peace. " 

MAL . There is example for't ; the lady of the Stretchy 
i marry'd the yeoman of the wardrobe. 

Sir A. "Fye on him, Jezebel!" 

FAB. " O, peace ! now he's deeply in ; look, how" 
"imagination blows him." 

i MAL. Having been three months marry'd to her, fit- 
ting in my (late, 

Sir 7". " O for a ftone-bow, to hit him in the eye !'* 

MAL. Calling my officers about me, in my branch'd 
velvet gown ; having come from a day-bed, where I have 
left Olivia fleeping : 

Sir T. " Fire and brimftone ! " 

FAB. " O, peace, peace ! " 

MJL. And then to have the humour of ftate : and, 
after a demure travel of regard, telling them, I know 
my place, as I would they mould do theirs, to afk for 
my kinsman Toby : 

Sir T. " Bolts and (hackles ! " 

FAS. "O, peace, peace, peace! now, now." 

MAL. Seven of my people, with an obedient ftart, 
make oat for him : I frown the while ; and, perchance, 
wind up my watch, or play with fome rich jewel : Toby 
approaches ; curtfies there to me : 

SirT. "Shall this fellow live?" 

FAB. " Though our filence be drawn from us with" 
" cares, yet peace. " 

MAL. I extend my hand to him, ~f"thus, quenching 
my familiar fmile with an auftere regard of controul ; 

Sir T. " And does not Toby take you a blow o'the" 
" lips then ? " 

MAL. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having c aft 
me on your niece give me this prerogative of fpeech; 

Sir T. " What, what ? " 

MAL. You muft amend your drunkennefs. 
. Sir T. "Out, fcab!" [plot." 

FAB. " Nay, patience, or we break the finews of our 

MAL . Be/ides, you nva/te the treasure of jour time -with 
afoolijb knight ; 

Sir A. " That's me, I warrant you. " 

What you will. 39 

MAL . One fir Andrew : 

Sir A. " I knew, 'twas I ; for many do call me fool. " 
MAL . What employment have we here ? [taking up the 
FAB. " Now is the woodcock near the gin. " [Letter. 
Sir T. "O, peace! and the fpirit of humours inti-" 
"mate reading aloud to him ! " 

MAL. By my life, this is my lady's hand : these be 

her very C's, her U's, and her T's ; and thus makes me 

her great P's. It is, in contempt of quellion, her hand. 

Sir A. " Her C's, her U's, and her T's ; Why that? " 

MAL. [reads.~\ 'To the unknown belc^'d, this, and my 

good wifljes : her very phrases ! _By your leave, wax :__ 

Soft ; and the impreflure her Lucrece, with which fhe 

uses to feal : 'tis my lady : To whom mould this be ? 

[opes the Letter. 

FAS. " This wins him, liver and all. " 
MAL. [reads.] Jove k news, I love : 

But who ? 
Lips do not move ; 
No man muft know. 

No man muff know. What follows ? The numbers al- 
ter'd ! No man muft know : If this mould be thee, Mal- 
<valio ? 

Sir T. " Marry, hang thee, brock ! " 

MAL. [reads. ~\ I may command where I adore : 

But filence, like a Lucrece kn'fe, 
With bloocilefs Jiroke my heart doth gore ; 

M, O, A, I, dothfway my life. 
FAB. " A fuftian riddle !" 
Sir T. " Excellent wench, fay I. " 
MAL. M, O, A, I, dothfway my life. Nay, but firfl, 
let me fee, let me fee, let me fee. 

40 Twelfth-night, ort 

FAS. "What a difh of poison has fhe drefFd him!" 

Sir T. "And with what wing the flanyel checks" 
"at it!" 

MAL. I may command where I adore. Why, (he may 
command me ; I ferve her, fhe is my lady : Why, this 
is evident to any formal capacity ! there is no obltruc- 
tion in this ; And the end ; What fhould that alpha- 
betical position portend ? if I could make that resemble 
fomething in me, Softly ; M, O, A, I. 

Sir T. " O, ay, make up that : JLhe is now at a cold" 

FAB. " Sovjter will cry upon't, for all this, though" 
' it be as rank as a fox. " 

MAL . MMalvolio ; M, why, that begins my name. 

FAB. "Did not I fay, he would work it out ? the " 
"cur is excellent at faults. " 

MAL. M, But then there is no confonancy in the 
fequel ; that fuffers under probation : A fhould follow, 
but O does. 

FAB. " And O fhall end, I hope. " 

Sir T. "Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O r " 

MAL. And then /comes behind. 

FAB. " Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you" 
"might fee more detraction at your heels, than for-" 
" tunes before you. " 

MAL. M, O, A, 7;-~This fimulation is not as the 

former : and yet, to crufh this a little, it would bow to 

me, for every one of these letters are in my name. Soft; 

here follows prose. [reads. 

If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my ftars 1 am 

above thee ; but be not afraid of greatnefs : Some are born 
great, fame atchieve greatnefs, and jome have greatnejs 

* the ftallion 3 1 are become great 

What you aw/7. 4.1 

thrujt upon them : thy fates open their hanJs ; let thy 
Hood and jpirit embrace them, Aid, to inure thyfelf to 
what thou art like to be, caft thy humble jlough, and 
appear frejh : be opposite with a kinsman, furly with 
fervants : let thy tongue tang arguments of J} ate ; put 
thyfelf into the trick of Jingularity ; She thus advises 
thee, that Jighs for thee. Remember who commended 
thy yellow Jioc kings ; and wifttd to fee thee ever crofs- 
garter'd: 1 fay, remember. Go to: tijou art made, if 
thou desir'Jl to be fo; if not, let me fee thee afterward 
Jlill, the. fellow of fervants, and not worthy to touch 
fortune's fingers. Farewel. She that would alter fervices 
with thee, ' The fortunate-unhappy. 

Day-light, and champian, difcovers not more : this is 
open. I will be proud, I will read politick authors, I 
will baftie fir Toby, I will wafh off grofs acquaintance, 
I will be point-devife the very man. I do not now fool 
myfelf, to let imagination jade me ; for every reason 
excites to this, that my lady loves me : She did com- 
mend my yellow (lockings of late, me did praise my 
leg being crofs-garter'd ; and in this ~j~ fhe manifefts 
herfelf to my love, and, with a kind of injunction, 
drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my 
ftars, I am happy. I will be ftrange, ftout, in yellow 
ftockings, and crols-garter'4> even with the fwiftnefs of 
putting on. Jove, and my ftars, be praised ! Here is yet 
a poft-fcript. 

Thou carfjl not choose but knonu who I am. If thou 

entertain Ji my love, let it appear in thy fmiling ; thy 

/miles become thee <zvcll : therefore in my presence flilljmile, 

dear my fvject, I pr'ythee. 

Jove, I thank thee. _ I will faille ; I will do 

VOL, IV. Jv 

4* Ttioelftb-tiigbt, or, 

every thing that thou wilt have me. [Exit. 

FAB. I will not give my part of this fport for a 
penfion of thousands to be pay'd from the Sophy. 

Sir T. I could marry this wench for this device ; 

Sir A. So could I too. 

Sir T. And aflc no other dowry with her* but fuch 
another jeft. 

Sir 'A. Nor I neither. 

Enter MARIA. 

FAB. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. 

Sir T. Wilt thou fet thy foot o'my neck ? 

Sir A. Or o'mine either ? 

Sir T. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and be- 
come thy bond-flave ? 

Sir A. 1'faith, or I either ? 

Sir T. Why, thou haft put him in fuch a dream, 
that, when the image of it leaves him, he muft run 

MAR . Nay, but fay true, does it work upon him : 

Sir T. Like aqua-vitas with a midwife. 

MAR. If you will tnen fee the fruits of the fport, 
mark his firft approach before my lady : he will come 
to her in yellow Itockings, and 'tis a colour fhe abhors ; 
and crofs-garter'd, a fafhion fhe detefts ; and he will 
fmile upon her, which will now be fo unfuitable to her 
jdifposition, being addifted to a melancholy as fhe is, 
that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt: if 
you will fee it, follow me. 

Sir T. To the gates of tartar, thou moft excellent 
devil of wit. 

Sir A. I'll make one too. [Exeunt. 

What you will. 43 


SCENE I. The fame. 
Enter VIOLA, and Clown, meeting. 

Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy musick : Dolt thou 
live by the tabor ? 

Clo. No, fir, I live by the church. 

Vio. Art thou a churchman ? 

Clo. No fuch matter, fir ; I do live by the church : 
for I do live at my houfe, and my houfe doth Itand by 
the church. 

Vio. So thou may 'ft fay, the king lies by a beggar, 
if a beggar dwell near him ; or, the church Hands by thy 
tabor, if thy tabor ftand by the church. 

Clo. You have faid, fir. _ To fee this age! A fen- 
tence is but a chev'ril glove to a good wit ; How quickly 
the wrong fide may be turn'd outward ! 

Vio. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally nicely with 
words, may quickly make them wanton. 

Clo. I would therefore, my filter had had no name, 

Vio, Why, man ? 

Clo. Why, fir, her name's a word ; and to dally with 
that word, might make my filter wanton: But, indeed, 
words are very rafcals, lince bonds difgrac'd them. 

Vio. Thy reason, man ? 

Clo. 'Troth, fir, I can yield you none without words; 
and words are grown fo falfe, 1 am loth to prove reason 
with them. 

Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and car'll 

K ?. 

44 1'--welftb-night, or, 

for nothing. 

Clo. Not fo, fir, I do care forfomething : but in my 
confcience, fir, I do not care for you ; if that be to care 
for nothing, fir, I would it would make you invisible. 

Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia 's fool ? 

Clo. No, indeed, fir; the lady Olivia has no folly: 
Ihe will keep no fool, fir, 'till fhe be marry'd j and fools 
are as like husbands, as pilchards are to herrings, the 
husband's the bigger : I am, indeed, not her fool, but 
her corrupter of words. 

VIQ. 1 faw thee late at the count Or/Ws. 

Clo. Foolery, fir, does walk about the orb, like the 
fon ; it mines every where. I would be forry, fir, but 
the fool mould be as oft with your matter, as with my 
miftrefs : I think, I faw your wisdom there. 

Vib. Nay, an thou pafs upon me, I'll no more with 
thee. Hold, there's expences ^ for thee. 

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, fend 
thee a beard ! 

VIQ. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almoft fick for 
one ; though I would not have it grow on my chin. Is 
thy lady within ? 

Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, fir ? 

Pio. Yes, being kept together, and put to ufe. 

Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Pbrygia, fir, to 
bring a Creffic'a to this ^roilus. 

Vio. I underftand you, fir, 'tis well beg'd. 

Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, fir, begging 
but a beggar; Crejfida was a beggar. My lady is within, 
fir. I will confter to them, whence you come; who you 
are, and what you would, are out of my welkin : I might 
fay, element; bat the word is over-worn. [Exit Clown. 

WTiat ycu iv ill. 45 

VIQ. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool } 
And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit: 
He muft observe their mood on whom he jefts, 
The quality of perfons, and the time ; 
And, like the haggard, check at every feather 
That comes before his eye. This is a practice, 
As full of labour as a wise man's art : 
For folly, that he wisely mews, is fit; 
But wise men, folly-fain, quite taint their wit. 
Enter Sir TOBY, and Sir ANDREW. 

Sir 9". Save you, gentleman. 

f/o. And you, fir. 

Sir A. Dieu i>cus guarde^ moujieur. 

Vjo, Et wous aitffi ; i>otre jer<uiteur. 

Sir A. I hope, fir, you are ; and I am yours. 

Sir T. Will you encounter the houfe r my niece is 
desirous you fhould enter, if your trade be to her. 

Vjo. I am bound to your niece, fir; I mean, me is 
the lift of my voyage. 

Sir T. Tafte your legs, fir, put them to motion. 

VIQ. My legs do better .underftand me, fir, than 
I underftand what you mean by bidding me tafte my 

Sir T. T mean, to go, fir, to enter. 

Vio, I will anfwer you with gate and entrance : 

But we are prevented. 

Enter OLIVIA, and Maria. 

Moft excellent-accomplim'd lady, the heavens rain 
.odours on you ! 

Sir A. " That youth's a rare courtier. Rain odours /" 

Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your 

wifemens folly-fake, 

K 3 

own moft pregnant and vouchfafed ear. 

Sir A. "Odours, pregnant, and vouchfcfed ': I'll get 
" 'em all three ready.". 

OLI. Let the garden door be (hut, and leave me to 
my hearing. \Exeunt Sir T. Sir A. and Maria. 

Give me your hand, fir. 

Fio. My duty, madam, and moft humble fervice. 

OLI. What is your name ? 

Vio. Cesario is your fervant's name, fair princefs. 

OLI. My fervant, fir ! 'Twas never merry world, 
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment : 
You're fervant to the count Orjino, youth. 

Vio. And he is yours, and his muft needs be yours; 
Your fervant's fervant is your fervant, madam. 

OLI. For him, I think not on him : for his thoughts, 
'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me. 

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts 
On his behalf: 

OLI. O, by your leave, I pray you ; 
I bad you never fpeak again of him : 
But, would you undertake another fuit, 
I had rather hear you to follicit that, 
Than musick from the fpheres. 

Vio. Dear lady, 

OLI. /5ap, give me leave, befeech you : I did fend, 
After the lait enchantment you did here, 
A ring in chace of you ; fo did I abuse 
Myfelf, my fervant, and, I fear me, you: 
Under your hard conftrutfion muft I fit, 
To force that on you, in a (hameful cunning, 
Which you knew none of yours : What might you think? 
Have you not fet mine honour at the ftake, 

tkrec already did hejrc, 

What you ivill. 47 

And baited it with all the unmuzzl'd thoughts 

That tyranous heart can think ? To one of your receiving 

Enough is {hewn ; a cyprii^, not a bosom, 

Hides my poor heart : So let me hear you fpeak. 

Vio, I pity you. 

OLI, That's a degree to love. 

Vio. No, not a grize ; for 'tis a vulgar proof, 
That very oft we pity enemies. 

OLI. Why then, methinks, 'tis time to fmile again: 

world, how apt the poor are to be proud ! 
If one fhould be a prey, how much the better 

To fall before the lion, than the wolf? \Clockftrikes, 

The clock upbraids me with the wafte of time. 

Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you : 
And yet, when wit and youth is come to harveft. 
Your wife is like to reap a proper man : 
There lies your way, due weft. 

VIQ. Then weftward-hoe : 

Grace, and good difposiuon, attend your ladyftup.! 1 
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me I 

Of. i. Stay: 

1 pr'ythee, tell me, what tkou think'il of me. 

Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are. 

OLI. If I think fo, I think the fame of you. 

Fw. Then think you right ; 1 am not what I am. 

OLI. I would, you were as I would have you be. 

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am, 
I wifti it might ; for now I am your fool. 

OLI. O, what a deal of fcorn looks beautiful 
In the contempt, and anger, of his lip ! 
A murd'rous guilt mews not itfelf more foon 
Than love that would feem hid : love's night is noon.-, 

3 Ciprefie 

48 Twelfth-night, or, 

Cesario, by the roses of the fpring, 

By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, 

I love thee fo, that, maugre all thy pride, 

Nor wit, nor reason, can my paffion hide. 

Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, 

For, that I woo, thou therefore haft no cause : 

But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter ; 

Love fought is good, but given unfought is better. 

Vio. By innocence I fwear, and by my youth, 
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, 
And that no woman has ; nor ever none 
Shall miftrefs be of it, fave I alone. 
And fo adieu, good madam ; never more 
Will I my matter's tears to you deplore. 

OLI. Yet come again; for thou, perhaps, may'ft move 
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. [Exeunt. 

S GENE II. A Room in Olivia'j ffou/e. 
Enter Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, </FABIAK. 

Sir A. No, 'faith, I'll not ftay a jot longer. 

Sir jT. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason. 

FAB. You muft needs yield your reason, fa Andrew. 

Sir A. Marry, t faw your niece do more favours to 
the count's fervingman, than ever me beftow'd upon 
me ; I faw't i'the orchard. 

Sir T. Did (he fee t&ec the while, old boy; tell me that? 

Sir A. As plain as I fee you now. 

FAB. This was a great argument of love in her to- 
ward you. 

Sir A. 'Slight, will you make an afs o'me ? 

FAB. I will prove it legitimate, fir, upon the oaths 
of judgment and reason. 

What you ou/7/. 4<j 

Sir T. And they have been grand-jury-men, fince be- 
fore Noah was a failor. 

FJB. She did {hew favour to the youth in your 
fight, only to exafperate you, to awake your dormoufe 
valour, to put fire in your heart, and brimftone in your 
liver : You Ihould then have accofted her ; and with 
fome excellent jefts, fire. new from the mint, you fhould 
have bang'd the youth into dumbnefs : this was look'd 
for at your hand, and this was baulk'd: the double gilt 
of this opportunity you let time wafh off, and you are 
now fail'd into the north of my lady's opinion ; where 
you will hang like an ificle on a Dutchman^ beard, un- 
Jefs you do redeem it by fome laudable attempt, either 
of valour, or policy. 

Sir A. An't be any way, it muft be with valour ; 
for policy I hate : 1 had as lief be a Broiumft, as a po- 

Sir T'. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon the 
bafis of valour. Challenge me the count's youth to fight 
with him ; hurt him in eleven places ; my niece mail 
take note of it: and afiure thyfelf, there is no love- 
broker in the world can more prevail in man's com- 
mendation with woman, than report of valour. 

FAS. There is no way but this, (ujfxdrtwy, 
. Sir A. Will either of you bear me a challeno-etohim? 

Sir 7". Go, write it in a martial hand, be curft, and 
brief: it is no matter how witty, fo it be eloquent, and 
full of invention : taunt him with the licence of ink : 
if thou tnou'ft him fome thrice, it {hall not be amifs ; 
and as many lies as will lye in thy fheet of paper, al- 
though the flieet were big enough for the bed of Ware 
in England, fet 'em down, go, about it. Let there be 

50 ftuelftb-nigkt, Or, 

gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a gooie- 
pen, no matter : About it. 

Sir A. Where (hall I find you ? 

Sir T. We'll call thee at the cublculo : Go. 

[Exit Sir ANDREW. 

FAB. This is a dear manakin to you, fir Toby.' 

Sir T. I have been dear to him, lad; fome two thou- 
sand flrong, or fo. 

FAB. We (hall have a rare letter from him : but 
you'll not deliver'!. 

Sir T. Never truft me then ; and by all means ftir 
on the youth to an anfwer. I think, oxen and wain- 
ropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he 
were open'd, and you find fo much blood in his liver 
as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the reft o'the 

FAB. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his vi^ 
sage no great prefage of cruelty. 

Enter MARIA. 

Sir T. Look, where the youngeft wren of nine comes. 

MAR. If you desire the fpleen, and will laugh your- 
felves into fide-flitches, follow me: yon' gull Mal-volio 
is turn'd heathen, a very renegado ; for there is no 
chriftian, that means to be faved by believing rightly, 
can ever believe fuch impoflible pafTages of groflhefs. 
He's in yellow ftockings. 

Sir T. And crofs-garter'd ? 

MAR. Moft villanoufly ; like a pedant that keeps a 
fc'iool i'the church. I have dog'd him like his mur- 
therer : He does obey every point of the letter that I 
drop-d to betray him : he does fmile his face into more 
liues, than is in the new reap, with the augmentatioa 

of mine 

What you wilt. 5 i 

of the Indie t : you have not feen fuch a thing as 'tis ; 
I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. I know, 
my lady will flrike him; if fhe do, he'll fmile, and take't 
for a great favour. 

Sir T. Come, bring us, bring us where heis. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. 4 Street. 

SES. I would not, by my will, have troubl'd you; 
But, fmce you make your pleasure of your pains, 
J will no further chide you. 

J$NT. I could not ftay behind you ; my desire, 
More fharp than filed fteel, did fpur me forth : 
And not all love to fee you, (though fo much, 
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage) 
But jcaloufy what might befal your travel, 
Being fkillefs in these parts ; which to a ftranger, 
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove 
Rough and unhofpitable: My willing love, 
The rather by these arguments of fvar, 
Set forth in yoqr purfuit. 

SEB. My kind Antonio, 
I can no other anfwer make, but, thanks, 
And thanks, and ever t|jan&0 ; anH oft good turns 
Are fhufH'd off with fuch uncurrent pay : 
But, were my worth, as is my confcience, firm, 
You mould find better dealing. What's to do ? 
Shall we go fee the reliques of this town ? 

JNT. To-morrow, fir; beft, firft, go fee your lodging. 

SEB. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; 
I pray you, let us fatiffy our eyes 
With the memorials, and the things of fame, 

52 3'ivelftfj-nigbt, w, 

That do renown this city. 

^,vr. 'Would you'd pardon me ; 
I do not without danger walk these ftreets : 
Once, in a fea-fight, 'gainft the count his gallies, 
I did fome fervice ; of fuch note, indeed, 
That, were I ta'en here, it would fcarce be anfwer'd. 

SEB. Belike, you flew great number of his people. 

Avt. The offence is not of fuch a bloody nature ; 
Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, 
Might well have given us bloody argument. 
It might have fince been anfwer'd, in repaying 
What we took from them ; which, for traffick's fake, 
Moft of our city did : only myfelf ftood out : 
For which, if 1 be lapfed in this place, 
I (hall pay dear. 

SEB. Do not then walk too open. 

ANT. It doth not fit me. Hold, fir, here's "f^my purfe: 
In the fouth fuburbs, at the elephant, 
Is beft to lodge : I will befpeak our diet, 
While you beguile the time, and feed your knowledge, 
With viewing of the town ; there (hall you have me. 

SEB. Why I your purfe ? 

An?. Haply, your eye fhall light upon fome toy 
You have desire to purchafe ; and your ftore, 
I think, is not for idle markets, fir. 

SEB. I'll be your purfe-bearer, and leave you for 
An hour. 

AST. To the elephant : 

SEB. I do remember. \Exeiait federally. 

SCENE IV. Olivia's Garden. 
iaer OLIVIA, and MARIA. 

Wbat you will. 5 $ 

On. I have Tent after him : He fays, he'll come ; 
How fhall I feaft him ? what beftow of him ? 
For youth is bought more oft, than beg'd, or borrow'd. 
I fpeak too loud. 

Where is Malvolio ?_he is fad, and civil, 
And fuits well for a fervant with my fortunes ; 
Where is Malvolio ? 

MAR. He's coming, madam ; 
But in very ftrange manner: he is, fore, posseft, madam. 

OLI. Why, what's the matter ? does he rave? 

MAR. No, madam, 

He does nothing but fmile : your ladyfhip were beft 
To have fome guard about you, if he come, 
For, fure, the man is tainted in his wits. 

OLI. Go, call him hither I'm as mad as he, 

If fad and merry madnefs equal be 

How now, Maholio ? 

MAL, Sweet lady, [fmiles fanta.ftica.lly . 

OLI. SmiFftthou? 
I fent for thee upon a fad occasion. 

MAL . Sad, lady ? I could be fad : This does make 
fome obftruftion in the blood, this crofs-gartering ; 
But what of that ? if it please the eye of one, it is 
with me as the very true fonnet fja it, Please one, and 
please all. [with thee ? 

OLI. Why, how doft thou, man ? what is the matter 

MAL, Not black in my mind, though yellow in my 
legs : It did come to his hands, and commands mail 
be executed. I think, we do know the fweet Roma* 

On. Wilt thou go to bed, Mahclio ? 


MAL . To bed ? ay, fweet heart ; and I'll come to thee. 

OLI. God comfort thee! Why doft thou fmile fo, 
and kifs thy hand fo oft ? 

MAR. How do you, Malvolio? [daws. 

MAL. At your requeft ? Yes ; Nightingales anfwer 

MAR.. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldnefs 
before my lady ? 

MAL . Be not afraid of greatnefs : 'Twas well writ. 

OLI. What meaneft thou by that, Maholio ? 

MAL . Some are born great, 

OLI. Ha? 

MAL . Some ate hi eve greatnefs, 

OLI. What fay'ft thou ? 

MAL . And 'fame have greatnefs thru/I upon them. 

OLI. Heaven reftore thee ! 

MAL . Remember xvbo commended thy yello<vj Jlockings ; 

OLI. Thy yellow flockings ? 

MAL . And luiflfd to fee thee croft-garter 1 d. 

OLI. Crofs-garter'd ? 

MAL. Go to : thou art made, if thou desiSjl to be fa;-" 

OLI. Am I made ? 

MAL. If not, let me fee thee a fer<vant ftill. 

OLI. Why, this is very midfummer madnefs. 
Enter a Servant. 

Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the count 
Or/Two's is return'd ; I could hardly intreat him back ; 
he attends your ladyfhip's pleasure. 

OLI. I'll come to him. [Exit Ser.] Good Maria, let 
this fellow be look'd to. Where's my cousin T'oly? Let 
fome of my people have a fpecial care of him ; I would 
not have him mifcarry for the half of my dowry. 

[Exeunt OLIVIA, and MARIA. 

What you -ty///. _j- 

MjtL. Oh ho, do you come near me now ? no worfe 
man than fir Toby to look to me ? This concurs direft- 
ly with the letter : fhe fends him on purpose, that I 
may appear flubborn to him ; for Ihe incites me to 
that in the letter. Caft thy humble jlough, fays, fhe : be 
opposite with a kinsman, jurly ijaith jervants ; let thy 
tongue tang arguments of ft ate, put thyfeif into the trick 
of Jingularity : and, confequentJy, fets down the man- 
ner how ; as, a fad face, a reverend carriage, a flow 
tongue, in the habit of fome fir of note, and fo forth. 
I have lim'd her : but it is Jove's doing, and Jo<ve 
make me thankful. And, when fhe went away now, 
Let this fellonu be looked to : Fellow ! not Mal-Tjolio, nor 
after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing adheres 
together; that no dram of a fcruple, no fcruple of a 
fcruple, no obftacle, no incredulous or unfafe circum- 
ftance, What can be faid ? Nothing, that can be, can 
come between me and the full profpeft of my hopes. 
Well, Jo*ve, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be 

Re-enter MARIA, with Sir TOBY, 
and FABIAN. 

Sir T. Which way is he, in the name of fancYtty ? If 
all the devils in hell be drawn in little, and Legion him- 
felf possefTd him, yet I'll fpeak to him. 

FAB. Here he is, here he is : How is't with you, 

fir ? how is't with you, man ? 

MAL. Gooff; I difcard you ; let me enjoy my pri- 
vate ; go off. 

MAR. Lo, how hollow the fiend fpsaks within him ! 
did not I tell you ? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have 
a care of him, 

7 tang with ar- ' . 

56 Twelfth -night, or, 

MAI.. Ah, ha, does me fo? 

Sir T. Go to, go to ; peace, peace, we muft deal 

gently with him ; let me alone. How do you, Malvo- 

lio ? how is't with you ? What, man ; defy the devil : 
confider, he's an enemy to mankind. 

MAL . Do you know what you fay ? , 

MAR. La you, an you fpeak ill of the devil, how he 
takes it at heart. Pray God, he be not bewitch'd ! 

FAS. Carry his water to the wise woman. 

MAR. Marry, and it mall be done to-rnorro\v morn- 
ing, if I live. My lady would not lose him for more 
than I'll fay. 

MAL . How now, miftrefs ? 

MAR. Olord! 

Sir T. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace, this is not the way ; 
Do you not fee, you move him ? let me alone with him. 

FAB. Noway but gentlenefs j gently, gently: the 
fiend is rough, and will not be roughly us'd. 

Sir T. Why, how now, my bawcockr how dolt thou, 
chuck ? 

MAL. Sir? 

Sir T. Ay, biddy, come with me. What, man ; 'tis 
not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan : Hang 
him foul collier ? 

MAR . Get him to fay his prayers, good fir Toby, get 
him to pray. 

MAL. My prayers, minx? 

MAR. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of god- 

MAL. Go, hang yourfelves all! you are idle mal- 
low things : I am not of your element ; you mail know 
more hereafter. [Exit MALVOLIO. 

What you will. 57 

Sir T. Is't poffible ? 

FAB. If this were play'd upon a ftage now, I could 
condemn it as an improbable fiction. 

Sir T. His very genius hath taken the infection of 
the device, man. 

MAR. Nay, purfue him now ; left the device take air, 
and taint. 

FAB. Why, we fhall make him mad indeed. 

MAR. The houfe will be the quieter. 

Sir T. Come, we'll have him in a dark room, and 
bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad ; 
we may carry it thus, for our pleasure, and his penance, 
'till our very paftime, tired out of breath, prompt us to 
have mercy on him : at which time, we will bring the 
device to the bar, and crown thee for a finder of mad- 
men : But fee, but fee. 

Enter Sir ANDREW. 

FAB. More matter for a May morning. 

Sir A. Here's the ~f" challenge, read it ; I warrant, 
there's vinegar and pepper in't. 

FAB. Js't fo faucy ? 

Sir A. Ay, is't r I warrant him : do but read. 

Sir T. Give me. [reads. ~\ Youth., <vjbatfoe<ver thou art, 
thou art but a fcur-~vy fello*w : 

FAB. Good, and valiant. 

Sir T. Wonder not, ncr admire not in thy mind, 'why 1 c' 
tall tbee fo,for I icill Jhe*uj thee no reason for 'f. 

FAB. A good note: that keeps you from the blow 
of the law. 

Sir T. Thou conijl to the lady Olivia, and in my feght 
ft>e uses thee kindly : but thou ly'Jl in thy throat, that is not 
the matter I challenge thee for. 


$8 Twelfth-night, or, 

FAB. Very brief, and exceeding good fenfelefs. 

Sir T. I ivi!/ nvay-lay thte going home : where if it be 
thy chance to kill me, 

FAB. Good. 

Sir T. Thou kill* ft me like a rogue and a 'villain. 

FAS. Still you keep o'the windy fide of the law : 

Sir 7'. Fare thee 'well ; And God have mercy upon one of 
cur fouls ! He may have mercy upon mine ; but my htpe it 
better, and Jo lack to thy f elf. Thy friend, as thou useJJ him, 
and thy fiworn enemy, 

Andrew Ague-cheek. 

If this letter move him not, his legs cannot : I'll giv't 

MAR , You may have very fit occasion for't; he is now 
in fome commerce with my lady, and will by and by 

Sir T. Go, fir Andrew ; fcout me for him at the corner 
of the orchard, like a bum-bailiff: fo foon as ever thou 
fee'ft him, draw ; and, as thou draw'ft, fwear horribly : 
for it conaes to pafs oft, that a terrible oath, with a 
fwaggering accent fharply twang'd off, gives manhood 
more approbation than ever proof itfelf would have 
earn'd him. Away. 

Sir A. Nay, let me alone for fwearing. 

[Exit Sir ANDREW. 

Sir 7V Now will not I deliver his letter : for the be- 
haviour of the young gentleman gives him out to be of 
good capacity and breeding, his employment between 
his lord and my niece confirms no lefs ; therefore this 
letter, being fo excellently ignorant, will breed no ter- 
ror in the youth, he will find it comes from a clod- 

1 and to ex- 

What you will. r<j 

pole. But, fir, I will deliver his challenge by word 
of mouth; fet upon Ague-cheek a notable report of va- 
lour ; and drive the gentleman (as, I know, his youth 
will aptly receive it) into a mod hideous opinion of his 
rage, (kill, fury, and impetuofity : This will fo fright 
them both, that they will kill one another by the look, 
like cockatrices. 

Enter OLIVIA, and VIOLA. 

FjiB. Here he comes with your niece: give them 
way 'till he take leave, and presently after him. 

Sir T. I will meditate the while upon feme horrid 
mefTage for a challenge. 

[Exeunt Sir TOBY, FABIAN, and MARIA. 

OLI. I have faid too much unto a heart of ftone, 
And lay'd mine honour too unchary out: 
There's fomething in me, that reproves my fault ; 
But fuch a headilrong potent fault it is, 
That it but mocks reproof. 

VIQ . With the fame 'haviour that your paffion bears, 
Goes on my matter's grief. 

OL i. Here, wear this =f= jewel for me, 'tis my picture ; 
Refuse it not, it hath no tongue to vex you : 
And, I befeech you, come again to-morrow. 
What mall you aflc of me, that I'll deny ; 
That honour, fav'd, may upon afking give ? 

Vio. Nothing but this, your true love for my mafter. 

OLI. How with mine honour may I give him that, 
Which I have given to you ? 

VIQ. I will acquit you. 

OLI. Well, come again to-morrow: Fare thee well ; 
A fiend, like thee, might bear my foul to hell. 

[Exit OLIVIA. 

*J on't * greefts 

60 Twelfth-night, or, 

Re-enter S/rToBY, and FABIAN* 

S;> 7. Gentleman, God fave thee. 

Pio. And you, fir. 

Sir T. That defenfe thou haft, betake thee to't : of 
vvhat nature the wrongs are thou haft done him, I know 
not ; but thy intercepter, full of defpite, bloody as the 
hunter, attends thee at the orchard end : difmount thy 
tuck, be yare in thy preparation, for thy aflailant is 
quick, flcilful, and deadly. 

yio. You miftake, fir, I am fure, no man hath any 
quarrel to me ; my remembrance is very free and clear 
from any image of offence done to any man. 

Sir T. You'll find it otherwise, I affure you : therefore, 
if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your 
guard ; for your opposite hath in him what youth, ftrength, 
fkill, and wrath, can furnifti man withal. 

VIQ . I pray you, fir, what is he r 

Sir T. He is knight, dub'd with unhack'd rapier, and 
on carpet confideration ; but he is a devil in private 
brawl: fouls and bodies hath he divorc'd three; and 
his incenfement at this moment is fo implacable, that 
fatisfadlion can be none but by pangs of death and fe- 
pulcher : hob, nob, is his word ; give't, or take't. 

VI'Q. I will return again into the houfe, and desire 
fome conduft of the lady. I am no fighter. I have 
heard of fome kind of men, that put quarrels purposely 
on others, to tafte their valour ; belike, this is a man of 
that quirk. 

SirT. Sir, no; his indignation derives itfelf out of 
a very comoetent injury; therefore, get you on, and 
give him his desire. Back you fhall not to the houfe, 
unlefs you undertake that with me, which with as muck 

18 unhatch'd 

' What you will. 6 1 

fafety you might anfvver him : therefore, on, or flrip 
your fword ftark naked ; for meddle you muft, that's 
certain, or forfwear to wear iron about you. 

Vio. This is an uncivil, as itrange. I befeech you, 
do me this courteous office, to know of the knight what 
my offence to him is ; it is fomething of my negligence, 
nothing of my purpose. 

Sir T. I will do fo Signior Fabian, ftay you by this 
gentleman 'till my return. [Exit Sir TOBY. 

Vio. Pray you, fir, do you know of this matter? 

FAB. I know, the knight is incenf'd again ft you, 
even to a mortal arbitrement ; but nothing of the cir- 
eumftance more. 

PIO. I befeech you, what manner of man is he ? 

FAS. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read 
him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof 
>of his valour. Me is, indeed, fir, the moft flcilful, bloody, 
and fatal opposite that you could pcflibly have found in 
any part of lllyria : Will you walk towards him ? I will 
make your peace with him, if I can. 

VIQ. I mall be much bound to you for't : I am one, 
that had rather go with fir prieit, than fir knight ; I care 
not who knows fo much of my mettle. 

Re -enter S/rToBY, with Sir ANDREW. 

Sir T. Why, man, he's a very devil, I have not feen 
fuch a virago. I had a pafs with him, rapier, fcab- 
bard, and all, and he gives me the fluck-in, with fuch 
a mortal motion that it is inevitable; and on the an- 
fwer, he pays you as furely as your feet hit the ground 
they ftep on : They fay, he has been fencer to the 

Sir A. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. 

5 office, as to *9 hits 

6? Twelfth-night, or, 

Sir T. Ay, but he will not now be pacify'd ; Fabian 
can fcarce hold him yonder. 

Sir A. Plague on't ; an I thought he had been va- 
liant, and fo cunning in fence, I'd have feen him damn'd 
ere I'd have challeng'd him. Let him let the matter flip, 
and I'll give him my horfe, grey Capilet. 

Sir T. I'll make the motion : Stand here, make a 
good fhew on't ; this fhall end without the perdition of 
fouls : _ " Marry, I'll ride your horfe, as well as I ride" 
"you. _ I have his horfe [foFab.] to take up thequar-" 
"rel ; I have perfuaded him, the youth's a devil. " 

FJB. "He is as horribly conceited of him ; and " 
" pants, and looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels. " 

Sir T. There's no remedy, fir, [to Vio.] he will fight 
with you for's oath's fake : marry, he hath better be- 
thought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now fcarce 
to be worth talking of: therefore draw, for the fup- 
pcrtance of his vow ; he protefts, he will not hurt you. 

Vio. "Pray God defend me! A little thing would" 
" make me tell them how much I lack of a man. " 

FAB. Give ground, if you fee him furious. 

Sir T. Come, kr Andrew, there's no remedy; the gen- 
tleman will, for his honour's fake, have one bout with 
you ; he cannot by the duello avoid it : but he has pro- 
mis'd me, as he is a gentleman and a foldier, he will not 
hurt you. Come on ; to't. 

Sir A. Pray God, he keeps his oath ! [draws, 

Vio. I do aflure you, [to Sir And.] 'tis againft my 
will. [draws, 

Enter ANTONIO ; draws, and runs between. 

Ayr. Put up your fword :_ If this young gentleman 
Have done offence, I take the fault on me 3 

What you 'will. 6 3 

If you offend him, I for him defy you. 

Sir T. You, fir ? why, what are you ? 

ANT. One, 'fir, that for his love dares yet do more 
Than you have heard him brag to you he will. 

Sir T. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you. 
Enter t<wo Officers. 

FAB . O, good fir Toty, hold ; here come the officers. 

Sir T. I'll be with you anon. \to Antonio. 

Vio. Pray, fir, put your fword up, if you please. 

Sir A. Marry, will I, fir : and, for that I promis'd 
you, I'll be as good as my word ; he will bear you 
easily, and reins well. 

1 . O. This is the man ; do thy office. 

2. O. Antonio, I arreft thee at the fuit 
Of count Orjino. 

Ant. You do miftake me, fir. 

1. O. No, fir, no jot; I know your favour well, 

Though now you have no fea-cap on your head : 

Take him away ; he knows, I know him well. 

ANT. I muft obey This comes with feeking you: 

But there's no remedy ; I fnall anfwer it. 
What will you do ? Now my neceffity 
Makes me to aflt you for my purfe : It grieves me 
Much more, for what I cannot do for you, 
Than what befals myfelf. You Hand amaz'd ; 
But be of comfort. 

2. O. Come, fir, away. 
ANT. I muft intreat of you 

Some of that money bac6* 

Vio. What money, fir? 

For the fair kindnefs you have fhew'd me here, 
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble, 

64 Twelfth-night, or, 

Out of my lean and low ability 
I'll lend you fomething : my having is not much ; 
I'll make division of my present with you : 
Hold, There's f half my coffer. 

JNT. Will you deny me now ? 
Is't poffible, that my deserts to you 
Can lack perfuasion ? Do not tempt my misery, 
Left that it make me fo unfound a man, 
As to upbraid you with those kindnefles 
That I have done for you. 

Vio. 1 know of none; 
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature : 
1 hate ingratitude more in a man, 
Than lying, vainnefs, babling drunkennefs, 
Or any raint of vice, whose ftrong corruption 
Inhabits our frail blood. 

JNT. O heavens themfelves ! 

2. O. Come, fir, I pray you, go. [here, 

Ayr. Let me fpeak a little. This youth, that you fee 
I fnatch'd one half out of the jaws of death ; 
Reliev'd him with fuch fanftity of love, 
And to his image, which, methought, did promise 
Moll venerable worth, did I devotion. 

i. O. What's that to us ? the time goes by ; away. 

jlnf. But, o, how vile an idol proves this god ! 

Thou haft, Sebajlian, done good feature fhame. 

In nature there's no blemifh, but the mind ; 
None can be call'd deform'd, but the unkind : 
Virtue is beauty ; but the beauteous evil 
Are empty trunks, o'er-flourifh'd by the devil. 

1. O. The man grows mad ; away with him. 

2. 2). Come, come, fir. 

What you will. 65 

An?. Lead me on. [Exeunt Officers <witb ANT. 

yio. Methinks, his words do from fuch paffion fly, 
That he believes himfelf ; fo do not I : 
Prove true, imagination, o, prove true, 
That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you ! 

Sir T. Come hither, knight, come hither, Fabian ; 
we'll whifper o'er a couplet or two of moft fage faws. 

\converje apart. 

Vio. He nam'd Selaftian : I my brother know 
Yet living in my glafs ; even fuch, and fo, 
In favour was my brother ; and he went 
Still in this fafhion, colour, ornament, 
For him I imitate : O, if it prove, 
Tempefts are kind, and fait waves frefh in love. 

[Exit VIOLA. 

Sir T. A very difhoneft paltry boy, and more a coward 
than a hare : his difhonefty appears, in leaving his friend 
here in neceflhy, and denying him ; and for his coward- 
fliip, afk Fabian. 

FAB. A coward, a moft devout coward, religious in it. 

Sir A. 'Slid, I'll after him again, and beat him. 

Sir T. DojCuffhimfoundly, butneverdrawthyfword. 

Sir A. An I do not, [Exit. 

FAB. Come, let's fee the event. 

Sir T. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet. 

ACT: iv. 

SCENE I. Street before Olivia', Houfe. 
Enter SEBASTIAN, and Clown. 

[for you ? 
Glo. Will you make me believe, that I am not fent 

66 Twelfth-night, er, 

SES. Go to, go to, thou art a foolilh fellow ; 
Let me be clear of thee. 

Clo. Well held out, i'faith ! No, I do not know 
you ; nor I am not fent to you by my lady, to bid you 
come fpeak with her ; nor your name is not mafter Ce- 
fario ; nor this is not my nose neither 1 nothing, that is 
fo, is fo- 

SEB. I pr'ythee, vent thy folly fomewhere elfe ; 
Thou know'ft not me. 

Clo. Vent my folly ! He has heard that word of fome 

freat man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! 
am afraid this great lubber the world will prove a, 

cockney I pr'ythee now, ungird thy ftrangenefs, and. 

tell me what I fhall vent to my lady ; Shall I vent to her, 
that thou art coming ? 

SEB. I pr'ythee, foolifh Greek, depart from me ; 
There's ^ money for thee ; if you tarry longer, 
I fhall give worfe payment. 

Clo. By my troth, thou haft an open hand : These 

wise men, that give fools money, get themfelves a good 
report, after fourteen years purchafe. 

Enter Sir ANDREW, Sir TOBY, and Fabian. 

Sir A. Now, fir, have I met you again ? there's for 
you. [Jiriking Sebaftian. 

SEX. Why, there's for thee, and there, and there, 
an$ t!>ere : [Jirikingbim again. 

Are all the people mad ? 

Sir T. Hold,fir,orPllthrowyourdaggero'erthehoufe. 

do. This will I tell my lady ftraight : I would not 
be in fome of your coats for two-pence. [Exit Clown. 

Sir T. Come on, fir ; hold. [ holding Sebaftian. 

Sir A. Nay, let him alone, I'll go another way to 

What you will. 6j 

work with him ; I'll have an aftion of battery againft 
him, if there be any law in Illyria : though I ftrook him 
: firft, yet it's no matter for that. 

SEB. Let go thy hand. 

Sir T. Come, fir, I will not let you gc. Come, my 
young foldier, put up your iron : you are well flefh'd ; 
come on. [now ? 

SEB. I will be free from thee. What would'lt thou 
[wrenches from him, and draws, 
If thou dar'ft tempt me further, draw thy fword. 

Sir T. What, what '. Nay, then I mull have an ounce 
or two of this malapert blood from you. [draws too. 
Enter OLIVIA, haft-ly. 

OLI. Hold, Toby ; on thy life, I charge thee, hold. 

Sir T. Madam ? 

OLI. Will it be ever thus ? Ungracious wretch, 
Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, 

Where manners ne'er were preach'd ! out of my fight ! 

Be not offended, dear Cesario : _ 

Rudesby, be gori'e !_I pr'ythee, gentle friend, 

[Exeunt Sir TOBY, Sir ANDREW, and Fabian. 
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy paffion, fway 
Jn this uncivil and unjuft extent 
Againrt thy peace. Go with me to my houfe; 
And hear thou there how many fruitlefs pranks 
This ruffian hath botch'd up, that thou thereby 
May'ft fmile at this : thou (halt not choose but go ; 
Do not deny : Befhrew his foul for me, 
He flatted one poor heart of mine in thee. 

SEB. What relifh is in this ? how runs the dream ? 
Or I am mad, or elfe this is a dream : 
Let fancy ftill my fenfe in Lethe fteep; 

68 Tiaelftb-trigbt, or, 

If it be thus to dream, ftill let me fleep ! [by me ! 

OL /. Nay, come, I pr'y thee : ' Would thou'dft be rul'd 
SEB. Madam, I will. 
OLI. O, fay fo, and fo be ! [Exeunt. 

SCENEIL A Room in Olivia', Houfe. 
Enter MARIA, and Clown. 

MsiR. Nay, I pr'y thee, put on this ^ gown, and^ 
this beard ; make him believe, thou art lir Topas the 
curate ; do it quickly : I'll call fir Toby the whilft. 

[Exit MARIA. 

Ck. Well, I'll put it on, and I will diffemble myfelf 
jn't ; and I would I were the firit that ever diflembl'd in 
fuch a gown. I am not tall enough to become the func- 
tion well ; nor lean enough, to be thought a good ftu- 
dent: but to be faid, an honeft man, and a good houfe- 
keeper, goes as fairly as to fay, a graceful man, and a 
great fcholar. The competitors enter. 

Re-enter MARIA, with Sir TOBY. 

Sir T. Jo-ve blefs thee, Mr. parfon. 

Clo. Bonos dies, fir Toby : for as the old hermit o 
Prague, that never faw pen and ink, very wittily faid to 
a niece of king Gorboauc, That, that is, is; fo I, being 
Mr. parfon, am Mr. parfon ; For what is that, but that; 
and is, but is ? 

Sir T. To him, fir Topas. 

Clo. What ho, I fay, {rapping at an inner Door.] 
Peace in this prison ! 

Sir T. " The knave counterfeits well ; a good knave." 

jML*.z.. \<vjitbin.~\ Who calls there ? 

Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Mal- 
vclio the lunatick, 

? A carefull 

IVhat you *wilL 69 

MAL . Sir Topas, fir Topas, good fir Topas, go to my lady. 

do. Out, hyperbolical fiend ! how vexefl thou this 
man? talkeft thou nothing but of ladies? 

Sir T. " Well faid, Mr. parfon. " 

MAL. Sir Topas, never was man thus wrong'd ; good 
fir Topas, do not think I am mad ; they have lay'd me 
here in hideous darknefs. 

Clo. Fie, thou dimoneft Satban ! I call thee by the 
moft modeft terms ; for I am one of those gentle ones, 
that will use the devil himfelf with courtefy ; Say'ft thou, 
that houfe is dark ? 

MAI. As hell, fa Topas. 

Clo. Why, it hath bay windows tranfparent as bar- 
ricadoes, and the clear ftones toward the fouth-north are 
as luftrous as ebony; and yet complained thou of ob- 
ftru&ion ? 

MAL . I am not mad, fir Topas ; I fay to you, this 
houfe is dark. 

Clo. Madman, thou erreft : I fay, there is no dark- 
nefs, but ignorance ; in which thou art more puzzl'd, 
than the Egyptians in their fog. 

MAL . I fay, this houfe is as dark as ignorance, though 
ignorance were as dark as hell ; and I fay, there was never 
man thus abus'd : I am no more mad than you are ; make 
the trial of it in any conftant queftion. 

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras, concerning 
wild-fowl ? 

MAL . That the foul of our grandam might haply in- 
habit a bird. 

Clo. What think'ft thou of his opinion ? 

MAL. I think nobly of the foul, and no way approve 
his opinion. 

7<3 Twelfth-night, or, 

Clo. Fare thee well : Remain thou ftill In darknefs: 
thou (halt hold the opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will al- 
low of thy wits ; and fear to kill a wood -cock, left thou 
difpossefs the foul of thy grandam. Fare thee well. 
MAL. Sir Topas, fir Tofas, 
Sir ! T. " My moft exquisite fir Topas /" 
Clo. " Nay, I am for all waters. " 
MAR. " Thou might'ft have done this without thy " 
"beard, and gown ; he fees thee not. " 

Sir T. "To him in thine own voice, and bring me" 
word how thou find'ft him : I would, we were well" 
' rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently de- " 
' liver'd, I would he were ; for I am now fo far in of-" 
'fence with my niece, that I cannot purfue with any" 
' fafety this fport to the upfhot. Come by and by to my " 
'chamber." [Exeunt Sir TOBY, ^WMARIA. 

Clo. [Ji"gt-~\ Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, 

te II me how thy lady does. 
MAL. Fool,- 

Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy. 
MAL. Fool, 
Clo. Alas, 'why is /he fo ? 
MAL. Fool, I fay ; 
Clo. She lo--ves another ~ Who calls, ha ? 
MAL. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at 
my hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink, and paper ; 
as I am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee 

Clo. Mr. Malvotto ? 

MAL. Ay, good fool. 

Clo. Alas, fir, how fell you befides your five wits ? 

MAL . Fool, there was never man fo notorioufly abus'd; 

What you will. 71 

I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art, 

Clo. But as well ? then you are mad indeed, if you 
be no better in your wits than a fool. 

MAL. They have here property'd me ; keep me in 
darknefs, fend minifters to me, afles, and do all they 
can to face me out of my wits. 

Clo. Advise you what you fay ; the minifter is 
\\ere. Malvolio, Mal-volio> thy wits the heavens reftore ! 
endeavour thyfelf to fleep, and leave thy vain bibble 

MAL . Sir Topas, 

Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. 
_ Who', I, fir ? not I, fir. God b'w'you, good fir To- 
fas. Marry, amen I will, fir, I will. 

MAL. Fool, fool, fool, I fay, 

Clo. Alas, fir, be patient. What fay you, fir ? I am 
fhent for fpeaking to you. 

MAL . Good fool, help me to fome light, and fome 
paper ; I tell thee, I am as well in my wits, as any man 

in Itlyna. 
lo. ' 

Clo. Well-a-day, that you were, fir ! 

MAL . By this hand, I am : good fool, fome ink, pa- 
per, and light, and convey what I will fet down to my 
lady ; it fhall advantage thee more, than ever the bear- 
ing of letter did. 

Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true, are you 
not mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit ? 

MAL. Believe me, lam not; I tell thee true. 

Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman, 'till I fee his 
brains. I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. 

MAL, Fool, I'll requite it in the higheft degree : 
I pry'thee, be gone. 

72 Twelfth- night, Dr, 

Clo. I am gone, fir, 

and anon, Jir, 
Til be ivitb you again, 
in a trice, 
like to the old <vift, 
your need to fuflain ; 
who 'with dagger of lath, 
in his rage and his 'wrath, 

cries, ah, ha! to the de<vil, 
like a mad lad, 
pare thy nails, dad, 

adieu, goodman devil. [Ext'f. 

S CE NE III. OliviaV Garden. 


SE B. This is the air ; that is the glorious fun ; 
This pearl ~|~ (he gave me, I do feel't, and fee't : 
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, 
Yet 'tis not madnefs. Where's Antonio then ? 
I could not find him at the elephant : 
Yet there he was ; and there I found this credit, 
That he did range the town to feek me out. 
His counfel now might do me golden fervice : 
For though my foul difputes well with my fenfe, 
That this may be fome error, but no madnefs ; 
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune 
So far exceed all inftance, all difcourfe, 
That I am ready to diftruft mine eyes, 
And wrangle with my reason, that perfuades me 
To any other trult, but that I am mad, 
Or elfe the lady's mad ; yet, if 'twere fo, 
She could not fway her houfe, command her followers; 

What you <vuill. 73 

Take, and give back, affairs, and their difpatch, 
With fuch a fmooth, difcreet, and (table bearing, 
As, J perceive, me does : there's fomething in't, 
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes. 
Enter OLIVIA, and a Prieft. 

On. Blame not this hafte of mine : If you mean well, 
Now go with me, and with this holy man, 
Into the chantry by : there, before him, 
And underneath that confecrated roof, 
Plight me the full afTurance of your faith ; 
That my mod jealous and too doubtful foul 
May live at peace : He mail conceal it, 
Whiles you are willing it {hall come to note ; 
What time we will our celebration keep 
According to my birth. What do you fay? 

SEB. I'll follow this good man, and go with you ; 
And, having fworn truth, ever will be true, [fo mine, 

OLI. Then lead the way, good father; And heavens 
That they may fairly note this aft of mine ! [Exeunt. 

AC? V. 

SCENE, before Olivia'/ Houfe. 
Enter Clown, and FABIAN. 

FAB. Now, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee this letter. 
Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another requell. 
FAB. Any thing. 

Clo. Do not desire to fee this "f letter. 
FAB. This is, to give a dog, and, in recompence, 
desire my dog again. 

Enter Duke, VIOLA, anJ Attendants. 

VOL. IV. M ' 

4 Twelfth-night, 6r, 

DuL Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends ? 

Clo. Ay, fir; we are fome of her trappings. [low 1 . 

DuL I know thee well ; How doft thou, my good fel- 

Clo. Truly, fir, the better for my foes, andtheworfe 
for my friends. 

DuL Juft the contrary ; the better for thy friends. 

Clo. No, fir, the worfe. 

DuL How can that be ? 

do. Marry, fir, they praise me, and make an afs 
of me ; now my foes tell me plainly, I am an afs : fo 
that by my foes, fir, I profit in the knowledge of myfelf ; 
and by my friends I am abused : fo that, conclusions to 
be as kifTes, if your four negatives make your two affir- 
matives, why, then the worfe for my friends, and the 
better for my foes. 

DuL Why, this is excellent. 

Clo. By my troth, fir, no ; though it please you to be 
one of my friends. 

DuL Thou fhaltnot be the worfe forme; there's =f gold. 

Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, fir, I would 
you could make it another. 

DuL O, you give me ill counfel. 

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, fir, for this once, 
and let your flefli and blood obey it. 

DuL Well, I will be fo much a fmner, to be a double- 
dealer; there's =j= another. 

Clo. Prime, fecundo, tertio, is a good play ; and the 
old faying is, the third pays for all : the triplex, fir, is a 
good tripping measure; or the bells of faint Bennet, fir, 
may put you in mind, One, two, three. 

DuL You can fool no more money out of me at this 
throw : if you will let your lady know, I am here to 

What you 'will. 7j 

fpeak with her, and bring her along with you, it may 
awake my bounty further. 

Clo. Marry, fir, lullaby to your bounty, 'till I come 
again. I go, fir ; but I would not have you to think, that 
my desire of having is the fin of covetoufnefs : but, 
as you fay, fir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake 
it anon. [Exit Clown. 

Enter ANTONIO, and Officers. 

Vto. Here comes the man, fir, that did refcue me. 

Duk. That face of his I do remember well ; 
Yet, when 1 faw it laft, it was befmear'd, 
As black as Vulcan, in the fmoke of war : 
A baubling veffel was he captain of, 
For fhallow draught, and bulk, unprizable; 
With which fuch fcathful grapple did he make 
With the moft noble bottom of our fleet, 
That very envy, and the tongue of lofs, 
Cry'd fame and honour on him. What's the matter ? 

I. O. Orfino, this is that Antonio, 
That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy ; 
And this is he that did the Tiger board, 
When your young nephew Titus loft his leg : 
Here in the ftreets, defp'rate of fhame, and ftate, 
In private brabble did we apprehend him. 

Fio . He fhew'd me kindnefs, fir ; drew on my fide ; 
But, in conclusion, put ftrange fpeechupon me, 
I know not what 'twas, but diftraftion. 

Duk. Notable pyrate, thou falt-water thief, 
What foolifh boldnefs brought thee to their mercies, 
Whom thou, in terms fo bloody, and fo dear, 
Haft made thine enemies ? 

AK-T. Qrjino, noble fir, 

j6 Vivelftb-nigbt, or, 

Be pleas'd that I fhake off these names you give me j 

Antonio never yet was thief, or pyrate, 

Though, I confefs, on bafe and ground enough, 

Or/tno's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither : 

That moft ingrateful boy there, by your fide, 

From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth 

Did I redeem ; a wreck part hope he was : 

His life I gave him ; and did thereto add 

My love, without retention, or reftraint, 

All his in dedication : for his fake 

Did I expose myfelf, pure for his love, 

Into the danger of this adverfe town : 

Drew to defend him, when he was befet : 

Where being apprehended, his falfe cunning 

(Not meaning to partake with me in danger) 

Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance, 

And grew a twenty-years-removed thing, 

While one would wink ; deny'd me mine own purfe, 

Which I had recommended to his ufe 

Not half an hour before. 

VIQ. How can this be ? 

Duk . When came he to this town ? 

Ayf. To-day, my lord ; and, for three months before, 
(No interim, not a minute's vacancy) 
Both day and night did we keep company. 

Enter OLIVIA, and Attendants. [earth 

Duk. Here comes the countefs ; now heaven walks on 
But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madnefs : 
Three months this youth hath tended upon me ; 
But more of that anon. _ Take him afide. 

On. What would my lord, but that he may not have, 
Wherein Olivia may feem <feryiceable ? 

What you will. j -j 

Cesario, you do not keep promise with me. 

Vio. Madam ? 

Duk. Gracious Olivia, 

OLI. What do you fey, Cesario? _ Good my lord, 

Vio. My lord would fpeak, my duty hufhes me. 

OLI. If it be ought to the old tune, my lord, 
It is as flat and fulfome to mine ear, 
As howling after musick. 

Duk. Still, Qill fo cruel ? 

OLI. Still fo conftant, lord. 

Duk. What, to perverfenefs ? you uncivil lady, 
To whose ingrate and unaufpicious altars 
My foul the faithfull'ft off'rings hath breath'd out, 
That e'er devotion tender'd ! What mail I do ? [him. 

OLI. Even what it please my lord, that (hall become 

Duk. Why mould I not, had I the heart to do it, 
Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death, 
: Kill what I love ; a favage jealoufy, 
I That fometime favours nobly ? _ But hear me this : 
j Since you to non-regardance caft my faith, 
And that I partly know the inftrument 
Thatfcrews me from my true place in your favour, 
Live you, the marble- breafted tyrant, ftill ; 
But this your minion, whom, I know, you love, 
And whom, by heaven I fwear, I tender dearly. 
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye, 
Where he fits crowned in his matter's fpight. _ 
Come, boy, with me ; my thoughts are ripe in mifchief : 
I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love. 
To fpite a raven's heart within a dove, {.S' n S' 

Vio. And I, molt jocund, apt, and willingly, 
To do you reft, a thousand deaths would dye. [folio-wing. 

7 fat '3 have breath'd 

78 Ytuelftb-aigbt, or, 

Ox I. Where goes Cefario? 

Vio. After him I love, 

More than I love these eyes, more than my life, 
More, by all mores, than e'er I mall love wife : 
If I do feign, you witnefles above, 
Punifh my life, for tainting of my love ! 

OLI. Ah me detefted ! how am I beguil'd ! 

Vio . Who does beguile you r who does do you i 

OLI. Haft thou forgot thyfelf ? is it fo long ? _ 
Call forth the holy father. [Exit an Atte 

Duk. Come, away. [to Vi 

OLI. Whither, my lord ? _ Cesario, husband, ftay. 

Duk. Husband? 

OLI. Ay, husband ; Can he that deny ? 

Duk. Her husband, firrah ? 

Vio. No, my lord, not f. 

OLI. Alas, it is the bafenefs of thy fear, 
That makes thee ftrangle thy propriety : 
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up ; 
Be that thou know'ft thou art, and then thou art, 
As great as that thou fear'ft. _ O, welcome, father ! 

Re-enter Attendant, ivith Prieft. 
Father, I charge thee by thy reverence, 
Here to unfold (though lately we intended 
To keep in darknefs, what occasion now 
Reveals before 'tis ripe) what thou doft know 
Hath newly pail between this youth and me. 

Pri. A contract of eternal bond of love, 
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, 
Attefted by the holy close of lips, 
Strengthen'd by enterchangement of your rings ; 
And all the ceremony of this compaft 

What you will. 79 

Seal'd in my function, by my teftimony : 

Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my graye 

I have travel'd but two hours. 

Duk. O thou difTembling cub ! what wilt thou be, 
When time hath fow'd a grizzle on thy cafe ? 
Or will not elfe thy craft fo quickly grow, 
That thine own trip (hall be thine overthrow ? 
Farewel, and take her ; but direct thy feet, 
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet. 

Fio. My lord, I do proteft, 

OLI. O, do not fwear ; 

Hold little faith, though thou haft too much fear. 
Enter Sir ANDREW, 'with his Head broke. 

Sir A. For the love of God, a furgeon ; fend one pre- 
sently to fir Toby. 

OLI. What's the matter? 

Sir A. H'as broke my head acrofs, and h'as given fir 
Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for the love of God, your 
help : I had rather than forty pound, I were at home. 

OLI. Who has done this, fir Andrew ? 

Sir A. The count's gentleman, one Cesario : we took 
him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate. 

Duk. My gentleman, Cesario ? 

Sir A. Od's lifelings, here he is : _ You broke rny 
head for nothing ; and that that I did, I was fet on to 
do't by fir Toby. 

Vio. Why do you fpeak to me ? I never hurt you : 
You drew your fword upon me, without cause ; 
But I befpake you fair, and hurt you not. 

Sir A. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt 
me ; I think, you fet nothing by a bloody coxcomb. 
Enter Sir TOBY, drunk, led by the Clown. 

M 4 

80 Tiuelftb-Higbt, or, 

Here comes fir Toby halting, you fhall hear more : bat 
if he had not been in drink, he would have'tickl'd you 
othergates than he did. 

Duk. How now, gentleman ? how is't with you ? 

Sir T. That's all one ; h'as hurt me, and there's the 
end on't. _ Sot, did'ft fee Dick furgeon, fot ? 

Clo. O, he's drunk, fir Toby, an hour agone ; his 
eyes were fet at eight i'the morning. 

Sir T. Then he's a rogue, and a pail-measure paynim : 
I hate a drunken rogue. 

On. Away with him : Who hath made this havock 
with them ? 

Sir A. I'll help you, fir Toby, because we'll be dreft 

Sir T. Will you help an afs-head, and a coxcomb, 
and a knave ; a thin-fac'd knave, a gull ? 

On. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to. 
[Exeunt Clown, and fame Attendants, 
iuith Sir TOBV, and Sir ANDREW. 

SEB. I am forry, madam, I have hurt your kinsman j 
But, had it been the brother of my blood, 
I muft have done no lefs, with wit, and fafety. 
You throw a ftrange regard upon me, and 
By that I do perceive it hath offended you ; 
Pardon, me, fvveet one, even for the vows 
We made each other but fo late ago. 

Duk . One face, one voice, one habit, and two perfons ; 
A natural perfpe&ive, that is, and is not. 

SEB. Antonio, o my dear Antonio ! 
How have the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, 
Since I have loft thee ? 

9 a paffy meafures panyn : 

What yen ivill. 8 1 

Jis'T. Seajiian are you 

SEB. Fear'fl thou that, Antonio ? 

AvT. How have you made division of yourfelf ? _ 
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twain 
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebajlian? 

OLI. Moft wonderful ! 

SEB. Do I ftand there ? I never had a brother : 
Nor can there be that deity in my nature, 
Of here and every where. I had a fitter, 
Whom the blind waves and furges have devour'd : _ 
Of charity, what kin are you to me ? 
What countryman ? what name ? what parentage ? , 

Vio . Of Meffaline : Sebaftian was my father ; 
Such a Sebaftian was my brother too, 
So went he fuited to his watry tomb : 
If fpirits can afTume both form and fuit, 
You come to fright us. 

SEB. A fpirit I am, indeed ; 
But am in that dimenfion grofly clad, 
Which from the womb I did participate. 
Were you a woman, as the reft goes even, 
I mould my tears let fall upon your cheek, 
As fay, Thrice welcome, drowned Viola. 

Vio . My father had a mole upon his brow. 

SEB. And fo had mine. 

VIQ . And dy'd that day when Viola from her birth 
Had number'd thirteen years. 

SEB. O, that record is lively in my foul! 
He finifhed, indeed, his mortal aft, 
That day that made my fifter thirteen years. 

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, 
But this my mafculine usurp'd attire, 

82 Twelftb-nigbt, of, 

Do not embrace me, 'till each circumftance 
Of place, time, fortune, decohere, and jump, 
That I am Viola: which to confirm, 
1*11 bring you to a captain in this town, 
Where lye my maids weeds; by whose gentle help 
I was preserv'd, to ferve this noble count : 
All the occurrence of my fortune fmce 
Hath been between this lady, and this lord. 

SEE. Socomesit,lady, [/oOli.Jyouhavebeenmiftook: 
But nature to her bias drew in that. 
You would have been contracted to a maid ; 
Nor ar6 you therein, by my life, deceiv'd, 
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. 

Duk. Be not amaz'd ; right noble is his blood. _. 
If this be fo, as yet the glafs feems true, 
I {hall have (hare in this moft happy wreck : 
Boy, thou haft faid to me a thousand times, 
Thou never fhould'ft love woman like to me. 

VIQ. And all those fayings will 1 over-fwear; 
And all those fwearings keep as true in foul, 
As doth that orbed continent the fire 
That fevers day from night. 

Duk. Give me thy hand; 
And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds. 

VIQ. The captain, that did bring me firft on fhore, 
Hath my maids garments : he, upon feme action, 
Is now in durance ; at Malvolid's fuit, 
A gentleman, and follower of my lady's. 

On. He mall inlarge him :_Fetch Maholio hither:_ 
And yet, alas, now I remember me, 
They fay, poor gentleman, he's much diftrac~l. 
Re-enter Clown, lultb a Letter. 

3 maiden wsedj 

What you 'will. 83 

A moft extracting frenzy of mine own 

From my remembrance clearly banifh'd his. 

How does he, firrah ? 

Clo, Truly, madam, he holds Eelzebub at the ftave's 
end, as well as a man in his cafe may do : h'as here 
writ a letter to you, I fhould have given't you to-day 
morning ; but as a madman's epiftles are no gofpels, fo 
it fkills not much when they are deliver'd. 
OLI. Open't, and read it. 

Clo. Look then to be well edify'd, when the fool de- 
livers the madman. By the Lord, madam, 
OLI. How now, art thou mad? 
Clo. No, madam., I do but read madnefs : an your 
ladyfhip will have it as it ought to be, you muft allow 

OLI. Pr'ythee, read i'thy right wits. 
Clo. So I do, madona ; bat to read his right wits, 
is to read thus : therefore perpend, my princefs, and give 

OLI. Read it you, firrah. [to Fabian. 

FAB. [reads. ~\ By the Lord-, madam, you wrong me, and 
the world Jhall know it : though you have put me into 
darknefs, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, 
yet have I the benefit of my fenj'es as well as your lady- 
Jhip. I have your own letter, that induced me to the 
femblance I put on ; with the which 1 doubt not but to 
do myfelf much right, or you much Jhame. Think of me 
as you please. I leave my duty a little untho'ught of, and 
/peak out of my injury. 

The madly us"d Malvolio. 
OLI. Did he write this ? 
Clo. Ay, madam. 

84 Twelfth-night, or, 

Duk. This favours not much of diftradlion. 

On. See him deliver'd, Fabian ; bring him hither. 

[Exit FABIAN. 

My lord, fo please you, these things further thought on, 
To think me as well a fifter as a wife, 
One day mail crown the alliance on't, fo please you, 
Here at my houfe, and at my proper coft. 

Duk. Madam, I am moft apt to embrace your offer. _ 
Your mafter quits you : [to Vio.] and, for your fervice 
So much againft the mettle of your fex, [done him, 
So far beneath your foft and tender breeding, 
And fince you call'd me mafter for fo long, 
Here ~|~ is my hand ; you fhall from this time be 
Your mafter's miftrefs. 

Ox,/. A fifter r you are me. 

Re-enter FABIAN, ivitb MALVOLIO. 

Duk. Is this the madman ? 

OLI. Ay, my lord, this fame. 

How now, Mal-volio ? , 

MAL. Madam, you have done me wrong, 
Notorious wrong. 

OLI. Have I, Mal-volio? no. 

MAL . Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that ^ letter : 
You muft not now deny it is your hand, 
Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase ; 
Or fay, 'tis not your feal, not your invention : 
You can fay none of this : Well, grant it then, 
And tell me, in the modefty of honour, 
Why you have given me fuch clear lights of favour; 
Bad me come fmiling, and crofs-garter'd, to you, 
To put on yellow ftockings, and to frown 
Upon fir Toby, and the lighter people : 

What you will. J 

And, ailing this in an obedient hope, 
Why have you fuffer'd me to be imprison'd, 
Kept in a dark houfe, visited by the prieft, 
And made the moft notorious geek, and gull, 
That e'er invention play'd on ? tell me why ? . 

OLI. Alas, Mabvolio, this is not my writing, 
Though, I confefs, much like the character : 
But, out of queftion, 'tis Maria's hand. 
And, now I do bethink me, it was {he 
Firft told me, thou waft mad ; then cam'ft in fmiling, 
And in fuch forms which here were prefuppos'd 
Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content : 
This practice hath moft fhrewdly paft upon thee ; 
But, when we know the grounds, and authors, of it, 
Thou (halt be both the plaintiff and the judge 
Of thine own cause. 

FJB. Good madam, hear me fpeak ; 
And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, 
Taint the condition of this present hour, 
Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it fhall nof, 
Moft freely I confefs, myfelf, and Toby, 
Set this device againft Malvolio here, 
Upon fome ftubborn and uncourteous parts 
We had conceiv'd againft him : Maria writ 
-The letter, at fir Tory's great importance ; 
In recompence whereof, he hath marry'd her. 
How with a fportful malice it was follow'd 
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge j 
If that the injuries be juftly weigh'd, 
That have on both fides paft. 

OLI. Alas, poor fool, how have they baffl'd thee! 

Clo. Why, fame are born greaf, fome atcbieve great- 

86 Twelfth-night, or, 

nefs, and fame have greatnefs thrown upon them I wa 
one, fir, in this interlude, one fir Topas, fir ; but that's 
all one : By the Lord, fool, I am not mad: But do you 
remember, madam, Why laugh you atjuch a barren rafcal? 
en you fmile not, he's gagd : And thus the whirligig of 
time brings in his revenges. 

MAL. I'll be reveng'd on the whole pack of you. 


Ox/. He hath been moft notoriously abus'd. 

Duk. Pnrfue him, and intreat him to a peace : _ 
He hath not told us of the captain yet ; 
When that is known, and golden time convents, 
A folemn combination (hall be made 

Of our dear fouls : Mean time, fweet filter, 

We will not part from hence. _ Cesario, come ; 

For fo you fhall be, while you are a man ; 

But, when in other habits you are feen, 

Qrjintfs miftrefs, and his fancy's queen. [Exeunt* 


do. When that I was and a little tiny l>oy, 

with hey, ho, the wind, and the rain, 
afocli/h thing was but a toy, 

for the rain it raineth every day, 

But when I came to mans eflate, 

'with hey, bo, Sec. 

*gainft knaves, and thieves, men Jhut their gate,, 
for the rain, &c. 

But when I catnt, alas, to ivtve, 

What you 'will. 87 

with bey, ho, &C. 

by Jivaggering could 1 never thrive, 
for the rain, &c. 

But <when I came unto my beds, 

with hey, ho, &c. 
itsith tofs-pots Jiill had drunken heads, 

for the rain, &c. 

A great while ago tht ivorld begim 3 

ivith hey, ho, &c. 
but that's all one, our play is done, 

and we* II Jirive to please you every day. 



Perfons represented. 

Leonfes, King of Sicilia : 

Mamillius, a young Boy, his Son-. 

Camillo, ~j 

Antigonus, I 

Dion, and I 

Cleomenes, J 

ttvo other Lords ', Gentlemen and 

Attendants upon the King, four ; 

three other Gentlemen ; a Mariner, 

Prison-keeper, and Officer of a 

Court ofjujlice, Sicilians. 

Polixenes, King of Bohemia : 

Florizel, his Son. 

Archidamus, a Nobleman : 

Autolicus, a Rogue : 

an old Shepherd ; Cloivn, his Son ; 

Servant of the Shepherd 's, Bohemians. 

Time, as Chorus. 

Hermione, Queen to Leontes : 
Perdita, their Daughter. 
Paulina, Wife to Antigonus. 
Emilia, and 1 ,. , ^ 

two other Ladies, \ ""*** the &"*' 
Mopfa, and Dorcas, country Wenches. 

Lords, Ladies, and divers other Attendants ; 
Satyrs in a Dance ; Shepherds, ShepherdeJ/es, Guards, &C. 

State, difperfd\ in Sicilia, and Bohemia. 


Acr i. 

SCENE I. Sicilia. 
An Anti-room in Leontes' Palace. 

ARC, If you {ball chance, Camilla, to visit Bohemia, 
on the like occasion whereon my fervices are now on 
foot, you fhall fee, as I have faid, great difference be- 
twixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. 

CAM. I think, this coming fummer, the king of Si- 
cilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he juftly 
owes him. 

ARC. Wherein our entertainment fliall fliame us, we 
will be juftify'd in our loves : for, indeed, 

CAM, Befeech you, 

ARC. Verily, I fpeak it in the freedom of my know- 
ledge : we cannot with fuch magnificence in fo rare 
I know not what to fay. We will give you fleepy 
drinks ; that your fenfes, unintelligent of our infuffi- 
cience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little 
accuse us. 

N 2 

4 The Winter*! Tale. 

CAM. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given 

ARC. Believe me, I {peak as my underftanding 
inftrufts me, and as mine honefly puts it to utter- 

CAM. Sicilia cannot mew himfelf over-kind to Bo- 
hemia. They were train'd together in their child- 
hoods ; and there rooted betwixt them then fuch an 
affection, which cannot choose but branch now : Since 
their more mature dignities, and royal neceffities, made 
feparation of their fociety, their encounters, though 
not perfonal, have been royally attorney'd, with enter- 
change of gifts, letters, loving embafiies : that they 
have feem'd to be together, though abfent; (hook hands, 
as over a vaft fea ; and embrac'd, as it were, from the 
ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their 
loves ! 

ARC. I think, there is not in the world either malice, 
or matter, to alter it. You have an unfpeakable com- 
fort of your young prince Mnmillius; it is a gentle- 
man of the greatefl promise, that ever came into my 

CAM. I very well agree with you in the hopes of 
him : It is a gallant child ; one that, indeed, physicks 
the fubjeft, makes old hearts frefh : they, that went on 
crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to fee 
him a man. 

ARC. Would they elfe be content to dye? 

CAM. Yes ; if there were no other excufe, why they 
fhould desire to live. 

ARC. If the king had no fon, they would desire to 
live on crutches 'till he had one. {Exeunt. 


SCENE II. The fame. 4 Rcem of 'State in the fame. 
young MAMILLIUS ; C A MIL to, and Attendants, 

POL. Nine changes of the watry ftar have been 
The fhepherd's note, fince we have left our throne 
Without a burthen : time as long again 
Would -be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks ; 
And yet we fho.uld, for perpetuity, 
Go hence in debt : And therefore, like a cypher, 
Yet Handing in rich place, I multiply, 
With one we-thank-you, many thousands more 
That go before it. 

LEO. Stay your thanks a while ; 
And pay them when you part. 

POL. Sir, that's to-morrow. 
I am queftion'd by my fears, of what may chance 
Or breed upon our abfence ; there may blow 
Some fneaping winds at home, to make us fay, 
This is put forth too tardily : Befides, 
I have Itay'd to tire your royalty. 

LEO. We are tougher, brother, 
Than you can put us to't. 

POL. No longer flay. 

LEO. One fev'n-night longer. 

POL. Very footh, to-morrow. 

LEO. We'll part the time between's then ; and in that 
I'll no gain-faying. 

POL. Prefs me not fo, 'befeech you : 
There is no tongue that moves ; none, none i'the world, 
So foon as yours, could win me : foit mould now, were there 

6 hath been '9 that may blow J No fneaping 
ai too truly : 30 'befeech you) fo : 

6 The Winter^ Tale. 

Neceflity in your requeft, although 

'Twere needful I deny'd it. My affairs 

Do even drag me homeward : which to hinder, 

Were, in your love, a whip to me ; my May, 

To you a charge, and trouble : to fave both, 

Farewel, our brother. 

LEO. Tongue-ty'd, our queen? fpeak you. 
HER. I had thought, fir, to have held my peace, until 
You had drawn oaths from him, not to flay. You, fir, 
Charge him too coldly : Tell him, you are fure, 
All in Bohemia's well : this fatiffaftion 
The by-gone day proclaim'd ; fay this to him, 
He's beat from his beft ward. 
LEO. Well faid, Hermlone. 

HER. To tell, he longs to fee his fon, were ftrong : 
But let him fay fo then, and let him go ; 
But let him fwear fo, and he (hall not ftay, 

We'll thwack him hence with diftaffs. 

Yet of your royal presence [to Pol.] I'll adventure 
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia 
You take my lord, I'll give you my commiffion, 
To let him there a month, behind the gift 
Prefix'd for his parting : _ yet, good deed, Leontes, 
I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind 

What lady me her lord You'll ftay ? 

Pot. No, madam. 
HER. Nay, but you will. 
POL. I may not, verily. 
HER. Verily! 

You put me oft with limber vows : But I, 
Though you would feek to unfphere the ilars with oaths 
Should yet fay, Sir, no going. Verily, 

ai give him my 

<Tbe Winter's Tafe. 7 

You fhall not go ; a lady's verily is 

As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet ? 

Force me to keep you as a prisoner, 

Not like a gueft ; fo you fhall pay your fees, 

When you depart, and fave your thanks. How fay you ? 

My prisoner f or my gueft ? by your dread verily, 

One of them you {hail be. 

POL. Your gueft then, madam : 
To be your prisoner, mould import offending ; 
Which is for me lefs easy to commit, 
Than you to punifh. 

HER. Not your jailer then, 
But your kind hoilefs. Come, I'll queftion you 
Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys ; 
You were pretty lordings then. 

POL. We were, fail queen, 
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, 
But fuch a day to-morrow as to-day, 
And to be boy eternal. 

HER. Was not my lord 
The verier wag o'the two ? 

POL. We were as twin'd lambs, that did frif]: i'the fun, 
And bleat the one at the other : what wechang'd, 
Was innocence for innocence ; we knew not 
The do&rine of ill -doing, no, nor dream'd 
That any did : Had we purfu'd that life, 
And our weak fpirits ne'er been higher rear'd 
With ftronger blood, we {hould have anfwer'd heaven 
Boldly, Not guilty i th' imposition clear'd, 
Hereditary ours. 

HER. By this we gather, 
You have tript fince. 

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Temptations have fmce then been born to us : 
In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ; 
Your precious felf had then not croff'd the eyes 
Of my young play-fellow. 

HER. Grace to boot! 
Of this make no conclusion ; left you fay, 
Your queen and I are devils : Yet, go on ; 
Tha offences, we have made you do, we'll anfwer ; 
If you firft fm'd with us, and that with us 
You did continue fault, and that you flip'd not 
With any but with us. 

LEO. Is he won yet? 

HER. He'll ftay, my lord. 

LEO. " At my requeft, he would not." 

Hermione, my dear'ft, thou never fpok'ft 
To better purpose. 

HER. Never? 

LEO. Never, but once. 

HER . What, have I twice faid well ? when was't before ; 
I pr'ythee, tell me ? Cram us with praise, and make us 
As fat as tame things : One good deed, dying tonguelefs, 
Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. 
Our praises are our wages : You may ride us 
With one foft kifs a thousand furlongs, ere 
With fpur we heat an acre. But, to the goal : 
My laft good deed was, to entreat his ftay ; 
What was my firft ? it has an elder fifter, 
Or I miftake you ;__O, would her name were Grace! 
But, once before I fpoke to the purpose : When? 
Nay, let me have't ; I long. 

LEO. Why, that was when 

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Three crabbed months had four'd themfelves to death, 
Ere J could make thee open thy white hand, 
Andclepe thyfelf my love; then didfl thou utter, 
/ am yours for ever. 

HER. It is Grace, indeed. 

Why, lo you now, I have fpoke to the purpose twice : 
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband ; 
The other, for fome while a friend, [giving her Hand to Pol. 
LEO. " Too hot, too hot : " [observing them. 

1 To mingle friendfhip far, is mingling bloods. " 
I have tremor cordis on me : my heart dances ; " 
'But not for joy, not joy. This entertainment" 
'May a free face put on ; derive a liberty" 
'From heartinefs, from bounty, fertile bosom," 
'.And well become the agent : 't may, I grant : " 
'But to be padling palms, and pinching fingers, " 
'As now they are ; and making praftif'd fmiles," 
'As in a locking-glafs ; and then to figh, as 'twere" 
" The mort o'the deer ; o, that is entertainment, " 
"My bosom likes not, nor my brows. " ^Mami/Hus, 
Art thou my boy ? 

MAM. Ay, my good lord. 
LEO. F fecks? 

Why, that's my bawcock. What, haft fmutch'd thy nose ?_ 
They fay, it is a copy out of mine. _ 
Come, captain, [pulling the Boy to him, and wiping him. 
We muft be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain : 
And yet the fleer, the heifer, and the calf, 
Are all call'd, neat. "Still virginalling " 
"Upon his palm ? "_How now, you wanton calf? 
Art thcu my calf? 

MAM. Yes, if you will, my lord. 

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LEO. Thou want'ft a rough parti, and the flioots that I 
To be full like me : _yet, they fay, we are [have, 
Almoft as like as eggs ; women fay fo, 
That will fay any thing : But were they falfe 
As o'er-dy'd blacks, as wind, as waters ; falfe 
As dice are to be wim'd, by one that fixes 
No bourn 'twixt his and mine ; yet were it true, 

To fay, this boy were like me Come, fir page, 

Look on me with your welkin eye : Sweet villain ! 
Moftdear'ft ! my collop ! _ Can thy dam ? may't be ? 
Affection, thy intention ftabs to the center : 
Thou doft make poflible things not fo held, 
Communicat'ft with dreams, How can this be ? 
With what's unreal ; thou coadlive art, 
And fellow'fl nothing : Then, 'tis very credent, 
Thou may'ft co-join with fomething ; and thou doft ; 
[And that beyond commiflion, and I find it;] 
And that to the infection of my brains, 
And hard'ning of my brows. 

POL. What means Sicilia ? 

HER. He fomething feems unfettl'd. 

POL. Now, my lord ? 
What cheer ? how is't with you, beft brother ? 

HEX . You look, 

As if you held a brow of much diftraftion : 
Are you mov'd, my lord ? 

LEO. No, in good earneft, no_ 
" How fometimes nature will betray it's folly, " 
*' It's tendernefs ; and make itfelf a paftime" 

"To harder bosoms ! " Looking on the lines 

Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil 
Twenty three years ; and faw myfelf unbreech'd, 

** Pol. How ? my Lord ? | Leo. What 

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In my green velvet coat ; my dagger imizzl'd, 

Left it fhould bite it's matter, and fo prove, 

As ornament oft does, too dangerous. 

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, 

This fquafh, this gentleman :_Mine honeft friend, 

Will you take eggs for money ? 

MAM. No, my lord, I'll fight. [brother, 

LEO. You will ? why, happy man be his dole ! My 

Are you fo fond of your young prince, as we 
Do feem to be of ours? 

POL. If at home, fir, 

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter : 
Now my fwcrn friend, and then mine enemy; 
My parafite, my foldier, ftatesman, all : 
He makes a July's day fhort as December ; 
And, with his varying childnefs, cures in me 
Thoughts that would thick my blood. 

LEO. So Hands this fquire 
Ofiic'd with me : We two will walk, my lord, 

And leave you to your graver fteps. Hermictte, 

How thou lov'ft us, mew in our brother's welcome ; 
Let what is dear in Sicily, be cheap : 
Next to thyfelf, and my young rover, he's 
Apparent to my heart. 

HER. If you would feek us, 
We are yours i'the garden : ShalPs attend you there ? 

LEO. To your own bents difpose you: "you'll be" 

" Be you beneath the fky : I am angling now, " [found," 
"Though you perceive me not how I give line." 
"Go to, go to ! " [eying them, as they go out. 

"How me holds up the neb, the bill to him !" 
"And arms her with the boldnefs of a wife" 

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" To her allowing husband ! Gone already ; " [one. " __ 

"Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd" 

[ Exeunt Queen ,POLIXENES, and Attendants. 

Go, play, boy, play : thy mother plays, and I 

Play too ; but fo difgrac'd a part, whose iffue 
Will hifs me to my grave; contempt and clamour 
Will be my knell. _ Go, play, boy, play. _ There have 
Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now ; [been, 
And many a man there is, even at this present, 
Now, while I fpeak this, holds his wife by the arm, 
That little thinks me has been fluic'd in his abfence, 
And his pond fiih'd by his next neighbour, by 
Sir Smile, his neighbour : nay, there's comfort in't, 
Whiles other men have gates ; and those gates open'd, 
As mine, againft their will : mould all defpair, 
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind 
Would hang themfelves. Physick for't, there is none ; 
It is a bawdy planet, that will ftrike 
Where 'tis predominant ; and 'tis powerful, think it, 
From eaft, weft, north, and fouth : Be it concluded, 
No barricade for a belly ; know't; 
It will let in and out the enemy, 
With bag and baggage : many thousand on's 
Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy? 

MAM. I am like you, they fay. 

LEO. Why, that's fome comfort. 

What, is Camilla there ? 

CAM. Ay, my good lord. 

LEO. Go, play, Mamillius ; thou'rt an honeft man 
C ami l/o, this great fir will yet flay longer. 

jC.rfAr. You had much ado to make his anchor hold ; 

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When you caft out, it ftill came home. 

LEO. Did'ft note it? 

CAM. He would not ftay at your petitions ; made 
His businefs more material. 

LEO. Did'ft perceive it ? 

They're here with me already ; whifp'ring, rounding, 
Sicilia is afo-fortb : 'Tis far gone, 
When I mail guft it laft._ How came't, Camilla, 
That he did ftay ? 
, CAM. At the good queen's entreaty. 

LEO. At the queen's, be't: good, mould be pertinent; 
But fo it is, it is not. Was this taken 
By any underftanding pate but thine ? 
For thy conceit is foaking, will draw in 
More than the common blocks : Not noted, is't* 
But of the finer natures ? by feme feverals, 
Of head-piece extraordinary? lower mefles, 
Perchance, are to this businefs purblind : fay. 

CAM. Businefs, my lord ? I think, moil underfland 
Bohemia flays here longer. 

LEO. Ha? 

CAM. jBofjemia ftays here longer. 

LEO. Ay, but why ? 

CAM. To fatiffy your highnefs, and the entreaties 
Of our moft gracious miftrefs. 

LEO. Satiffy 

The entreaties of your miftrefs ? fatiffy ? 
Let that fuffice. I have trufted thee, Cami/Io, 
With all the neareft things to my heart, as well 
My chamber councils : wherein, prieft like, thou 
Haft cleans'd my bosom ; I from thee departed 
Thy penitent reform'd ; but we have been 

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Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd 
In that which feems fo. 

CAM. Be it forbid, my lord ! 

LEO. To bide upon't ; Thou art nothoneft : or, 
If thou inclin'ft that way, thou art a coward ; 
Which hoxes honefty behind, retraining 
From courfe requir'd : Or elfe thou muft be counted 
A fervant, grafted in my ferious truft, 
And therein negligent : or elfe a fool ; 
That feeft a game play'd home, the rich flake drawn. 
And tak'ft it all for jeft. 

CAM. My gracious lord, 
I may be negligent, foolilh, and fearful ; 
In everyone of these no man is free, 
But that his negligence, his folly, fear, 
Amongft the infinite doings of the world, 
Sometime puts forth : In your affairs, my lord, 
If ever I were wilful-negligent, 
It was my folly ; if induftrioufly 
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, 
Not weighing well the end ; if ever fearful 
To do a thing, where I the iflue doubted, 
Whereof the execution did cry out 
Againft the non-performance, 'twas a fear 
Which oft infefts the wiseft : these, my lord, 
Are fuch ailow'd infirmities, that honefty 
Is never free of. But, 'befeech your grace, 
Be plainer with me ; let me know my trefpafs 
By it's own visage : if I then deny it, 
'Tis none of mine. 

LEO. Have not you feen, Camilla, 
(But that's pad doubt: you havej or your eye-glafs 

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Is thicker than a cuckold's horn) or heard, 

(For, to a vision fo apparent, rumour 

Cannot be mute) or thought, (for cogitation 

Resides not in that man that does not think't) 

My wife is flippery ? if thou wilt, confefs ; 

Orelfe be impudently negative 

To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought : Then fay, 

My wife's a hoby-horfe ; deserves a name 

As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to 

Before her troth-plight : fay't, andjuftify't. 

CAM. I would not be a ftander-by, to hear 
My fovereign miftrefs clouded fo, without 
My present vengeance taken : 'Shrew my heart, 
You never fpoke what did become you lefs 
Than this ; which to reiterate, were fin 
As deep as that, though true. 

LEO. Is whifp'ring nothing ? 
Is leaning cheek to cheek ? is meeting noses ? 
Kifling with infide lip ? flopping the career 
Of laughter with a figh ; a note infallible 
Of breaking honefty ? horfing foot on foot ? 
Skulking in corners ? wilhing clocks more fwift ; 
Hours, minutes; the noon, midnight ; and all eyes 
Blind with the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only, 
That would unfeen be wicked ? is this nothing ? 
Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing ; 
The covering flcy is nothing ; Bohemia nothing ; 
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, 
If this be nothing. 

CAM. Good my lord, becurM. 
Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes ; 
For 'tis moft dangerous. 

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LEO. Say, it be; 'tis true. 

CAM. No, no, my lord. 

LEO. It is ; you lye, you lye : 
I fay, thou ly'ft, Camilla, and I hate thee ; 
Pronounce thee a grofs lowt, a mindlefs flave ', 
Or elfe a hovering temporizer, that 
Carift with thine eyes at once fee good and evil* 
Inclining to them both : Were my wife's liver 
Infefted as her life, me would not live 
The running of one glafs. 

CAM. Who does infeft her ? 

LEO . Why, he, that wears her like his medal, hanging 
About his neck, Bohemia : Who, if I 
Had fervants true about me ; that bare eyes 
To fee alike mine honour as their profits, 
Their own particular thrifts, they would do that 
Which mould undo more doing : Ay, and thou, 
His cup-bearer, ~whom I, from meaner form, 
Have bench'd and rear'd to worfhip ; who may'fl fee 
Plainly, as heaven fees earth, and earth fees heaven, 
How I am gall'd, thou might'ft be-fpice a cup, 
To give mine enemy a lafting wink; 
Which draught to me were cordial. 

CAM. Sir, my lord, 

I could do this ; and that with no ram potion, 
But with aling'ring dram, that mould not work 
Malicioufly, like poison : But I cannot 
Believe this crack to be in my dread miftrefs, 
So fovereignly being honourable, [thee. l 

LEO. Make that thy queftion,andgo rot! I have lov'd , 
Doft think, I am'fo muddy, fo unfettl'd, 
To appoint myfelf in this vexation ? fully 

* like her Medull so v , Note, 

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The purity and whitenefs of my fheets, 
Which to preserve, is fleep; which being fpotted, 
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wafps ? 2Dt toouIB ji 
Give fcandal to the blood o'the prince my fon, 
Who, I do think, is mine, and love as mine, 
Without ripe moving to't ? Would I do this ? 
Could man fo blench ? 

CAM. I muft believe you, fir ; 
I do ; and will fetch off Bohemia for't : 
Provided, that, when he's remov'd, your highnefs 
Will take again your queen, as yours at firft ; 
Even for your fon's fake ; and, thereby, forfealing 
The injury of tongues, in courts and kingdoms 
Known and ally'd to yours. 

LEO. Thou doft advise me, 
Even fo as I mine own courfe have fet down: 
I'll give no blemifti to her honour, none. 

CAM. My lord, 

Go then ; and with a countenance as clear 
As friendlhip wears at feafts, keep with Bohemia, 
And with your queen : I am his cup-bearer ; 
If from me he have wholefome beveridge, 
Account me not yourfervant. 

LEO. This is all: 

Do't, and thou haft the one half of my heart; 
Do't not, thou fplit'ft thine own. 

CAM. I'll do't, my lord. 

,0. I will feem friendly, as thou haftadvis'd me, 

CAM. O miserable lady ! But, forme, 
What cafe ftand I in ? I muft be the poisoner 
Of good Polixinu : and my ground to do't 


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Is the obedience to g matter ; one,. 

Who, in rebellion with himfelf, will have 

All that are his fp too. To do this deed, 

Promotion follows : If I could find example 

Of thousands, that had ftruck anointed kings, 

And flourifh'd after, I'd not do't : but fince 

Nor brafs, nor ftone, nor parchment bears not one, 

Let villany itfelf forfvvear't. I muft 

Forfake the court : to do't, or no, is certain 

To me a break-neck. Happy ftar, reign now ! 

Here comes Bohemia. 


POL. This is ftrnnge f methinks, 
My favour here begins to warp. Not fpeak ? _ 
Good day, Camilla. 

CAM. Hail, moft royal fir. - 

POL. What is the news i'the court? 

CAM. None rare, my lord. 

POL. The king hath on him fucha countenance, 
As he had loft fome province, and a region, 
Lov'd as he loves himfelf: even now I met him 
With cuftomary compliment ; when he, 
Wafting his eyes to the contrary, and failing 
A lip of much contempt, fpeeds from me ; and 
So leaves me, to eonfider what is breeding, 
That changes thus his manners. 

CAM. I dare not know, my lord. [not 

POL . How ! dare not r do not. Do you know, and dare 
Be intelligent to me ? 'Tis thereabouts : 
For, to yourfelf, what you do know, you muft ; 
And cannot fay, you dare not. Good Camilla, 
Your chang'd complexions are to me a mirror, 

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Which {hews me mine chang'd too : for I muft be 

A party in this alteration, finding 

Myfelf thus alter'd with't. 
CAM. There is a ficknefs, 

Which puts fome of us in diftemper ; but 

I cannot name the disease : and it is caught 

Of you, that yet are well. 
POL. How! caught of me? 

Make me not fighted like the basilifk : 

I have look'd on thousands, who have fped the better 

By my regard, but kill'd none fo. Camilla, 
I As you are, certain, gentleman ; thereto 
| Clerk-like, experienc'd, which no lefs adorns 
I Our gentry, than our parents' noble names, 
j In whose fuccefs we are gentle, I befeeeh you, 
| If you know aught which does behove my knowledge, 
' Thereof to be inform'd ; imprison't not 

In ignorant concealment. 
CAM. I may not anfwer. 
POL. A ficknefs caught of me, and yet I well ! 

I muft be anfwer'd._Doft thou hear, Camilla; 

I conjure thee, by all the parts of man 

Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the leaft 

Is not this fuit of mine, - that thou declare 

What incidency thou doft guefs of harm 

Is creeping toward me ; how far off, how near ; 

Which way to be prevented, if to be ; 

If not, how beft to bear it. 
CAM. Sir, I will tell you ; 

Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him 

That I think honourable : Therefore, mark my counfel; 

Which muft be even as fwiftly follow'd, as 

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I mean to utter it ; or both yourfelf and me 
Cry, loft, and fo good night. 

POL. On, good Camilla. 

CAM. \ am appointed, fir, to murther you. 

POL. By whom, Camilla ? 

CAM. By the king. 

POL. For what ? 

CAM. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he fwears, 
As he had feen't, or been an instrument 
To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen 

POL. O, then my beft blood turn 
To an infefted gelly ; and my name 
Be yok'd with his, that did betray the beft ! 
Turn then my freftieft reputation to 
A favour, that may ftrike the dulleft noftril 
Where I arrive ; and my approach be fhun'd, 
Nay, hated too, worfe than the great'ft infeclion 
That e'er was heard, or read ! 

CAM. Swear his thought over 
By each particular ftar in heaven, and 
By all their influences, you may as well 
Forbid the fea for to obey the moon, 
As or, by oath, remove, or, counfel, make, 
The fabrick of his folly ; whose foundation 
Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue 
The {landing of his body. 

POL. How mould this grow ? 

CAM . I know not : but, I am fare, 'tis fafer to 
Avoid what's grown, than queftion how 'tis born, 
if therefore you dare truft my honefty, 
That lies enclosed in this trunk, which you 

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Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night. 

Your followers I will whifper to the businefs ; 

And will, by twoes, and threes, at feveral pofterns, 

Clear them o'the city : For myfelf, I'll put 

My fortunes to your fervice, which are here 

By this difcovery loft. Be not uncertain ; 

For, by the honour of my parents, I 

Have utter'd truth : which if you feek to prove, 

I dare not ftand by ; nor mall you be fafer 

Than one condemn'd by the king's own mouth, thereon 

His execution fworn. 

POL. I do believe thee : 
I faw his heart in his face. Give me thy hand ; 
Be pilot to me, and thy places mail 
Still neighbour mine : My fliips are ready, and 
My people did expeft my hence departure 
Two days ago. This jealoufy 
Is for a precious creature : as {he's rare, 
Muft it be great ; and, as his perfon's mighty, 
Muft it be violent; and, as he does conceive 
He is difhonour'd by a man which ever 
ProfefTd to him, why, his revenges muft 
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'er -{hades me : 
Good expedition be my friend ! Heaven comfort 
The gracious queen ! part of his theme, but nothing 
Of his ill-ta'en fufpicion. Come, Camilla ; 
I will refpeft thee as a father, if 
Thou bear'ft my life off hence : let us avoid. 

CAM. It is in mine authority, to command 
The keys of all the pofterns : Please your highnefs 
TO take the urgent hour : come, fir, away. [Exeunt. 

** friend, ^nd comfort 

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SCENE I. The fame. 

Enter HERMIONE, and Ladies, 

MAMILLIUS with them. 

HER. Take the boy to you: he fo troubles me, 
'Tis part enduring. 

i , /,. Come, my gracious lord? 
Shall I be your play-fellow ? 

MAM. No, I'll none of you. 

1 . L. Why, my fweet lord ? 

MAM. You'll kifs me hard ; and fpeak to me, 

As if I were a baby ftill : I love 

You better. 

2. L. And why fo, my lord ? 
MAM. Not for because 

Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows, they fay, 
Become fome women beft ; fo that there be not 
Too much hair there, but in a femi-circle, 
Or a half-moon made with a pen. 

2. L. Who taught pou this ? I 

MAM. I learn'd it out of women's faces. Pray 

What colour are your eye-brows ? 

i. L. Blue, my lord. 

MAM. Nay, that's a mock ; I have feen a lady's n< 
That has been blue, but not her eye-brows. 

I. L. Hark ye; 

The queen, your mother, rounds apace: we mail 
Present our fervices to a fine new prince, 
One of these days ; and then you'd wanton with us, 

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If we would have you. 

2. L. She is fpred of late 
Into a goodly bulk ; Good time encounter her ! [now 

HER . What wisdom flirs among' it you ? Come, fir, 
I am for you again : 'Pray you, fit by us, 
And tell us a tale. 

MAM. Merry, or fad, ihall't be ? 

Ht.R. As merry as you will. 

MAM. A fad tale's beft for winter ; 
I have one of fpriles and goblins. 

HER. Let's have that, good fir : 
Come on, fit down, come on, and do your beft 
To fright me with your fprites ; you're powerful at it. 

MAM. There was a man, 

HER. Nay, come, fit down; then on. 

MAM. Dwelt by a church-yard ; I will tell it foftly, 
Yon' crick-ets fhall not hear it. 

HER. Come on then, 
And give't me in mine ear. 

Lords, and Others. 

LEO. Was he met there? his train ? Camilla with him ? 

i. L. Behind the tuft of pines I met them ; never 
Saw I men fcour fo on their way : I ey'd them 
Even to their mips. 

LEO,. How bleft am I 

In my juft cenfure ? in my true opinion ? 

Alack, for lefTer knowledge ! how accurft, 
In being fo bleft ? There may be in the cup 
A fpider fteep'd, and one may drink ; depart, 
And yet partake no venom ; for his knowledge 
Is not infected : but if ene present 

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The abhor'd ingredient to his eye, make known 

How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his fides, 

With violent hefts : I have drunk, and feen the fpider. 

Camilla was his help in this, his pander : 

There is a plot againft my life, my crown ; 

All's true, that is miftrufted ; that falfe villain, 

Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by him : 

He has difcover'd my defign, and I 

Remain a pinch'd thing ; yea, a very trick, 

For them to play at will : __ How came the pofterns 

So easily open'd ? 

\. L. By his great authority ; 
Which often hath no lefs prevail'd than fo, 
On your command. 

LEO. I know't too well. 

Give me the boy ; I am glad, you did not nurfe him : 
Though he does bear fome figns of me, yet you 
Have too much blood in him. 

HER. What is this ? fport ? 

LEO. Bear the boy hen ce, he mall not come about her ; 
Away with him :_ and let her fport herfelf 

[fame bear off M A M i L L I u s . 
ith ; for 'tis 

With that flic's big with ; for 'tis Pciixenes, 
Has made thee fwell thus. 

HER. But I'd fay, he had not, 
And, I'll be fworn, you would believe my faying, 
Howe'er you lean to the nayward. - 

LEO. You, my lords, 
Look on her, mark her well ; be but about 
To fay, She is a goodly lady, and 
The juftice of your hearts will thereto add, 
'Tis pity, Jke's not koneft, honourable 

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Praise her but for this her without-door form, 
(Which, on my faith, deserves high fpeech) and ftraight 
The fhrug, the hum, or ha ; these petty brands, 
That calumny doth use ; O, I am out, 
That mercy does; for calumny will fear 
Virtue itfelf: these fhrugs, these hums, and haes, 
When you have faid, me's goodly, come between, 
Ere you can fay, {he's honeft : But be't known, 
From him that has moft cause to grieve it mould be, 
She's an adultrefs. 

HER. Should a villain fay fo, 
The moft repleniih'd villain in the world, 
He were as much more villain : you, my lord, 
Do but miftake. 

LEO. You have miftook, my lady, 
Polixenes for Leontes : O thou thing, 
Which I'll not call a creature of thy place, 
Left barbarism, making me the precedent, 
Should a like language use to all degrees, 
And mannerly diitinguimment leave out 
Betwixt the prince and beggar! I have faid, 
She's an adultrefs ; I have faid, with whom : 
More, {he's a traitor ; and CamiUo is 
A Federary with her ; and one that knows 
What (he mould {hame to know herfelf, that {he's 
A bed-fwerver, even as bad as those 
That vulgars give bold'ft titles; ay, and privy 
To this their late efcape. 

HER. No, by my life, 

Privy to none of this : How will this grieve you, 
When you mall come to clearer knowledge, that 
You rhus have publim'd me ? Gentle my lord, 

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You fcarce can right me throughly then, to fay 
You did miftake. 

LEO. No ; if I Uo miftake 
In those foundations which I build upon, 
The center is not big enough to bear 
A fchool-boy's top. _ Away with her to prison : 
He, who fhall fpeak for her, is afar-off guilty, 
But that he fpeaks. 

HER. There's fome ill planet reigns : 
I muft be patient, 'till the heavens look 
With an afpeft more favourable Good my lords 
I am not prone to weeping, as our fex 
Commonly are ; the want of which vain dew, 
Perchance, fhall dry your pities : but I have 
That honourable grief lodg'd ~j~ here, which burns 
Worfe than tears drown : 'Befeech you all, my lords, 
With thoughts fo qualify'd as your charities 
Shall befl inftruft you, measure me ; And fo 
The king's will be perform'd. [to the Guard. 

LEO. Shall I be heard ? \feeingthem delay. 

HER. Who is't, that goes with me ? 'befeech your 
My women may be with me ; for, you fee, [highnefs, 
My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools ; 
There is no cause : when you fhall know, your miftrefs 
Has deserv'd piison, then abound in tears, 
As I come out ; this adion, I now go on, 
Is for my better grace. _ Adieu, my lord : 
] never wifh'd to fee you forry ; now, 
I truft, J fhall. _ My women, come ; you have leave. 

LEO. Go, do our bidding; hence. 

[Exeunt Queen, and her Ladies 

i. L. Befeech your highnefs, call the queeji agaia. 

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AKT. Be certain what you do, fir; left your juftice 
Prove violence ; in the which three great ones fuiFer, 
Yourfelf, your queen, your fbn. 

i. L. For her, my lord, 
I dare my life lay down, and will do't, fir, 
Please you to accept it, that the queen is fpotlefs 
1'the eyes of heaven, and to you ; I mean, 
In this which you accuse her. 

Axr. If it prove 

She's otherwise, I'll keep my ftable-ftand where 
I lodge my wife ; I'll go in couples with her ; 
Than when I feel, and fee her, no farther truft her ; 
For every inch of woman in the world, 
Ay, every dram of woman's flelh, is falfe, 
If me be. 

LEO. Hold your peaces. 

i. L. Good my lord, 

Ayr. It is for you we fpeak, not for ourfelves : 
You are abus'd, and by fome putter-on, 
That will be damn'd for't; 'would I knew the villain, 
I would land-damn him: Be me honour-flaw'd, 
I have three daughters ; the eldeft is eleven ; 
The fecond, and the third, nine, and fome five; 
If this prove true, they'll pay for't : by mine honour, 
I'll geld them all ; fourteen they fliall not fee, 
To bring falfe generations : they are co-heirs ; 
And I had rather glib myfelf, than they 
Should not produce fairiflue. 

LEO. Ceaie; no more. 
You fmell this businefs with a fenfe as cold 
As is a dead man's nose : but I do fee't, and feel't} 
As you feel doing ~|~ thus, and fee withal 

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The inftruments that feel. 

A'ttr. If it be fo, 

We need no grave to bury honefty ; 
There's not a grain of it, the face to fvveeten 
Of the whole dungy earth. 

LEO. What, lack I credit ? 

i . L. I had rather you did lack, than I, my lord, 
Upon this ground : and more it would content me 
To have her honour true, than your fufpicion ; 
Be blam'd for't how you might. 

LEO. Why, what need we 
Commune with you of this ? but rather follow 
Our forceful inftigation ? Our prerogative 
Calls not your counfels ; but our natural goodnefs 
Imparts this : which if you (or ftupify'd; 
Or feeming fo, in (kill) cannot, or will not, 
Relim as truth, like us ; inform yourfelves, 
We need no more of your advice : the matter, 
The Icfs, the gain, the ord'ring on't, is all 
Properly ours. 

Afif. And I wifh, my liege, 
You had only in your filent judgment try'd it, 
Without more overture. 

LEO. How could that be ? 
Either thou art moft ignorant by age, 
Or thou \vert born a fool. Camilla's flight, 
Added to their familiarity, 
(Which was as grofs as ever touch'd conjecture ; 
That lack'd fight only, nought for approbation 
But only feeing, all other circumflances 
Made up to the deed) doth pufh on this proceeding ; 
Yet, for a greater confirmation, 

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(For, in an aft of this importance, 'twere 
Moft piteous to be wild) I have difpatch'd in poft, 
To facred Delphos, to Apollo's temple, 
C/eomenes, and Dion, whom you know 
Of fluff fufficiency : now, from the oracle 
They will bring all ; whose fpiritual counfel had 
Shall ftop, or fpur me. Have I done well ? 
i. L. Well done, my lord. 

LEO. Though 1 am fatiffy'd, and need no more 
Than what I know, yet mall the oracle 

| Give reft to the minds of others ; fuch as ~j~ he, 

! Whose ignorant credulity will not 
Come up to the truth : So have we thought it good, 
From our free perfon fiie fhould be confin'd ; 
Left that the treachery of the two, fled hence, 

! Be left her to perform. Come, follow us; 

' We are to fpeak in publick : for this businefs 

1 Will raise us all. 

Ayr. " To laughter, as I take it, " 

!j " If the good truth were known. " \_Exeunf. 

SCENE II. The fame. Outer-Room of a Prison. 

Enter PAULINA, attended. 

PAU. The keeper of the prison, call to him; [to an Ait. 
Let him have knowledge who I am Good lady ! 
No court in Europe is too good for thee, 

j What doft thou then in prison ? Now, good fir, 

Enter Keeper. 
You know me, do you not ? 
Kee. For a worthy lady, 
And one whom much I honour. 
PAU. Pray you then, 

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Conduft me to the queen. 

Kee. I may not, madam ; to the contrary 
I have exprefs commandment. 

PA u. Here's ado, 

To lock up honeity and honour from 
The accefs of gentle visitors ! _ Is't lawful, 
Pray you, to fee her women ? any of them ? 
Emilia ? 

Kee. So please you, madam, 
To put apart these your attendants, I 
Shall bring Emilia forth. 

PAU. 1 pray you now, 
Call her :_ Withdraw yourfelves. [Exeunt Att. 

Kee, And, madam, I mufl 
Be present at your conference. [ado, 

PAU, Well, be't fo, pr'ythee. [Exit Kee.] Here is fuch 

To make no ftain a ftain, as pafies colouring. 

Re-enter Keeper, with EMILIA. 
Dear gentlewoman, how fares our gracious lady? 

EMI. As well as one fo great, and fo forlorn, 
May hold together : On her frights, and griefs, 
(Which never tender lady hath born greater) 
She is, fomething before her time, deliver'd. 

PAU. A boy? 

E MI. A daughter ; and a goodly babe, 
Lufty, and like to live : the queen receives 
Much comfort in't; fays, Mj poor prisoner, 
1 am innocent as you, 

PAU, I dare be fworn : 

These dangerous unfafe lunesi'the king' bcihrew tliemf 
He muft be told on't, and he fhall : the office 
Becomes a woman beft ; I'll take't upon me : 

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If I prove honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blifter ; 

And never to my red-look'd anger be 

The trumpet any more :_Pray you, Emilia, 

Commend my beft obedience to the queen ; 

If (he dares truft me with her little babe, 

I'll fhew't the king, and undertake to be 

Her advocate to the loud'ft : We do not know 

How he may foften at the fight o'the child ; 

The filence often of pure innocence 

Perfuades, when fpeaking fails. 

EMI. Moft worthy madam, 
Your honour, and your goodnefs, is fo evident, 
That your free undertaking cannot mifs 
A thriving iffue ; there is no lady living, 
So meet for this great errand : 'Please your ladyfliip 
To visit the next room, I'll presently 
Acquaint the queen of your moft noble offer ; 
Who, but to-day, hammer'd of this defign ; 
But duril not tempt a minifter of honour, 
Left fhe mould be deny'd. 

PA v. Tell her, Emilia, 

I'll use that tongue I have : if wit flow from't 
As boldnefs from my bosom, let't not be doubted 
I mail do good. 

EMI. Now be you bleft for it ! 
I'll to the queen : please you, come fomething nearer. 

Kee. Madam, if't please the queen to fend the babe, 
I know not what I mall incurr, to pafs it, 
Having no warrant. 

PAV. You need not fear it, fir : 
This child was prisoner to the womb ; and is, 
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fYee'd and enfranchis'd : not a party to 
The anger of the king ; nor guilty of, 
If any be, the trefpafs of the queen. 

Kee. I do believe it. 

PAU. Do not you fear ; upon 
Mine honour, I will ftand 'twixt you and danger. 

SCE NE III. The fame. A Room in the Palace. 

ANTIGONUS, and Lords, 'waiting, and other 

Attendants. Enter LEONTES. 

LEOi Nor night, nor day, no reft : It is but weaknefs 
To bear the matter thus ; meer weaknefs, if 
The cause were not in being ; part o'the cause, 
She, the adultrefs ; for the harlot king 
Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank 
And level of my brain, plot-proof: but (he 
I can hook to me : Say, that Ihe were gone, 
Given to the fire, a moiety of my reft 
Might come to me again. Who's there? 

i . A. My lord ? \_ad-vancing. 

LEO. How does the boy ? 

i. A. He took good reft to-night; atrti it is hop'd, 
His ficknofs is difcharg'd. 

LEO. To fee his noblenefs ! 
Conceiving the difhonourof his mother, 
He ftraight declin'd upon't, droop'd, took it deeply ; 
Faflen'd and fix'd the fhame on't in himfelf ; 
Threw off his fpirit, his appetite, his fleep, - 
And down-right languifh'd. _ Leave me folely : go, 
See how he fares. _ [Exit Att.] Fie, fie ! no thought of 
The very thought of my revenges that way [him ; 

Recoil upon me : in himfelf too mighty ; 

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In his parties, his alliance, Let him be, 

Until a time may fcrve : for present vengeance, 

Take it on her. Camilla and Polixenes 

Laugh at me ; make their paftime at my forrow : 

They fhould not laugh, if I could reach them; nor 

Shall fhe, within my power. 

Enter PAULINA, <with a Child. 

Lor, You mult not enter. 

PAU. Nay, rather, good my lords, be fecond to me : 
Fear you his tyrannous paffion more, alas, 
Than the queen's life? a gracious innocent foul ; 
More free, than he is jealous. 

ANT. " That's enough. " 

z. A. Madam, he hath not flept to-night; commanded, 
None mould come at him. 

PA u. Not fo hot, good fir ; 
I come to bring him fleep. 'Tis fuch as you, 
That creep like fhadows by him, and do figh 
At each his needlefs hearings, fuch as you 
Nourifh the cause of his awaking : I 
Do come with words as med'cinal as true i 
Honeft as either; to purge him of that humour, 
That prefies him from lleep. 

LEO. What noise there, ho? 

PAU. No noise, my lord ; but needful conference, 
About fome goflips for your highnefs. 

LEO. How ! 

Away with that audacious lady : Antigonus, 

J charg'd thee, that fhe mould not come about me; 

I knew, ihe would. 

AVT. \ told her fo, my lord, 
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She mould not visit you. 

LEO. What, can'ft not rule her ? 

PA u. From all difhoneily, he can : in this, 
(Unlefs he take the courfe that you have done, 
Commit me, for committing honour) truil it, 
He mall not rule me. 

^KT. La' you now ; you hear ! 
When me will take the rein, I let her run ; 
But (he'll not ftumble. 

PA u. Good my liege, I come, 
And, I befeech you, hear me ; who profefs 
Myfelf your loyal fervant, your physician, 
Your moft obedient counfellor; yet that dares 
Lefs appear fo, in comforting your evils, 
Than fuch as moft feem yours : I fay, I come 
From your good queen. 

LEO. Good queen ! [queen; 

PA u. Good queen, my lord, good queen ! I fay, good 
And would by combat make her good, fo were I 
A man, the worft about you. 

LEO. Force her hence. 

PA u. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes, 
Firft hand me : on mine own accord, I'll off; 
But, firft, I'll do my errand. The good queen 
(For {he is good) hath brought you forth a daughter ; 
Here ^ 'tis ; commends it to your blefiing. 

LEO. Out! 

A mankind witch ! Hence with her, out o'door : _ 
A moft intelligencing bawd ! 

PA u. Not fo : 

I am as ignorant in that, as you 
In fo intitling me : and no lefs honeft 

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Than you are mad ; which is enough, I'll warrant, 
As this world goes, to pafs for honeft. 

LEO. Traitors! 

Will you not pufli her out ? give her the baftard : _ 
Thou, dotard, that art woman-tyr'd, unroofted 
By thy dame Partlet here, take up the baftard ; 
Take't up, I fay ; give't to thy croan. 

PA u. For ever 

Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou 
Tak'ft up the princefs, by that forced bafenefs 
Which he has put upon't ! 

LEO. He dreads his wife. 

PA u. So, I would, you did ; then, 'twere paft all doubt, 
You'd call your children yours. 

LEO. A neft of traitors ! 

A XT. I am none, by this good light. 

PA u. Nor I ; nor any, 

But one, that's here; and that's himfelf: for he 
The facred honour of himfelf, his queen's, 
His hopeful fon's, this babe's, betrays to (lander, 
Whose (Hng is (harper than the fword's ; and will not, 
(For, as the cafe now (lands, it is a curfe 
He cannot be compell'd to't) once remove 
The root of his opinion, which is rotten, 
As ever oak, or (tone, was found. 

LEO. A callat, 

Of boundlefs tongue ; who late hath beat her husband, 
And now baits me IThis brat is none of mine; 
It is the iffue of Polixenes : 
Hence with it ; and, together with the dam, 
Commit them to the fire. 

PAU. It is yours; 

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And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, 
So like you, 'tis the worfe Behold, my lords. 
Although the ~|~ print be little, the whole matter 
And copy of the father : eye, nose, lip, 
The trick of 's frown, his forehead ; nay, the vallies, 
The pretty dimples, of his chin, and cheek ; 

The very mold and frame of hand, nail, finger : 

And, thou, good goddefs nature, which haft made it 

So like to him that got it, if thou haft 

The ordering of the mind too, 'mongft all colours 

No yellow in't ; left (he fufpedl, as he does, 

Her children not her husband's ! 

LEO. A grofs hag ! 

And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, 
That wilt not flay her tongue. 

Avf. Hang all the husbands 
That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourfelf 4 
Hardly one fubjeft. 

LEO. Once more, take her hence. 

PJ u. A molt unworthy and unnatural lord 
Can do no more. 

LEO. I'll ha' thee burnt. 

PA u. I care not : 

It is an heretick, that makes the fire ; 
Notfhe, which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant; 
But this moft cruel usage of your queen 
(Not able to produce more accusation 
Than your own weak-hing'd fancy) fomething favours 
Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you, 
Yea, fcandalous to the world. 

LEO. On your allegiance, 
Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant, 

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Where were her life ? me durft not call me fo, 
If (he did know me one. Away with her. 

PA u. I pray you, do not pufh me ; I'll be gone 

Look to your babe, my lord ; 'tis yours : Jove fend her 
A better guiding fpirit ! What need these hands ? 
You, that are thus fo tender o'er his follies, 
Will never do him good, not one of you. 

So, fo : Farewel ; we are gone. [Exit PAULINA. 

LEO. Thou, traitor, haft feton thy wife to this 

My child r away with't !_even thou, that haft 

A heart fo tender o'er it, take it hence, 

And fee it inftantly confum'd with fire ; 

Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up ftraight : 

Within this hour bring me word 'tis done, 

(And by good teftimony) or I'll feize thy life, 

With what thou elfe call'ft thine : If thou refuse, 

And wilt encounter with my wrath, fay fo; 

The baftard brains with these my proper hands 

Shall I dam out. Go, take it to the fire ; 

For thou fttt'ft on thy wife. 

Avt. I did not, fir : 

These lords, my noble fellows, if they please. 
Can clear me in't. 

i. L. We can ; my royal liege, 
He is not guilty of her coming hither. 

LEO. You're lyars all. 

i. L. 'Befeech your highnefs, give us better credit: 
We have always truly ferv'd you ; and befeech, 
So to efteem of us : And on our knees we beg, 
(As recompence of our dear fervices, 
Paft, $nd to come) that you do change this purpose ; 
Which being fo horrible, fo blocdy, muft 

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Lead on to fome foul iflue : We all kneel. 

LEO. I am a feather for each wind that blows : 
Shall I live on, to fee this baftard kneel 
And call me father? better burn it now, 
Than curfe it then. But, be it ; let it'live. 

It (hall not neither : You, fir, come you hither ; 

You, that-have been fo tenderly officious, 

With lady Margery, your midwife, there, 

To fave this baftard s life, for 'tis a baftard, 

So fure as this "f beard's grey,- what will you adventure, 

To fave this brat's life. 

Avf. Any thing, my lord. 
That my ability may undergo, 
.And noblenefs impose: at leaft, thus much ; 
I'll pawn the little blood which I have left, 
To fave the innocent : any thing poflible. 

LEO. It (hall be poflible : Swear by this"]" fword, 
Thou wilt perform my bidding. 

Ant. I will, my lord. 

LEO. Mark, and perform it, (fee'ftthou?) for the fail 
Of any point in't {hall not only be 
Death to thyfelf, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife; 
Whom, for this time, we pardon. We enjoin thee, 
As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry 
This female baftard hence ; and that thou bear it 
To fome remote and desart place, quite out 
Of our dominions ; and that there thou leave it, 
Without more mercy, to it's own protection, 
And favour of the climate : As by flrange fortune 
It came to us, I do in juftice charge thee, 
On thy foul's peril, and thy body's torture, 
That thou commend it ftrangely to fome place, 

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Where chance may nurfe, or end it : Take it up. 
Ax?. I fwear to do this ; though a present death 

Had been more merciful. _ Come ~\ on, poor babe : 

Some powerful fpirit infmict the kites, and ravens, 

To be thy nurfes ! wolves, and bears, they fay, 

(Calling their favagenefs afide) have done 

Like offices of pity. _ Sir, be profperous 

Jn more than this deed does require ! and blefling, 

Againft this cruelty, fight on thy fide, 

Poor thing, condemn'd to Jofs ! [Exit, 'with the Child. 
LEO. No, I'll not rear 

Another's ifiue. 

2. A. 'Please your highnefs, pofls, 
From those you fent to the oracle, are come 
An hour fince : Cleomcnes, and Dion, 
Being well arriv'd from Delpbos, are both landed, 
Hading to the court. 

i. L. So please you, fir, their ipeed 
Hath been beyond acqount. 
LEO. Twenty three days 

They have been abfent : 'Tis good fpeed ; foretells, 
The great Apollo fuddenly will have 
The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords ; 
Summon a feffion, that we may arraign 
Our moft difloyal lady : for, as me hath 
Been publickly accus'd, fo mall me have 
A juft and open trial. While (he lives, 
My heart will be a burthen to me. Leave me ; 
And think upon my bidding. \Ex>unt. 



4 Th Winters Tale. 

SCENE I. r be fame. A Street in feme Tow. 

CLE. The climate's delicate ; the air moft fweet ; 
Fertile the foil ; the temple much furpaffing 
The common praise it bears. 

Dio. I (hall report, 

For moft it caught me, the celeftial habits, 
(Methinks, I fo mould term them) and the reverence 
Of the grave wearers. O, the facrifice ! 
How ceremonious, folemn, and unearthly, 
It was i'the offering ! 

CLE . But, of all, the burft 
And the ear- deaf 'ning voice o'the oracle, 
Kin to Jaw's thunder, fo furpriz'd my fenfe, 
That I was nothing. 

Dio. If the event o'the journey 
Prove as fuccefTful to the queen, O, be't fo ! 
As it hath been to us, rare, pleasant, fpeedy, 
The ufe is worth the time on't. 

CLE. Great Jpollo 

Turn all to the beft ! These proclamations, 
So forcing faults upon Hermione, 
I little like. 

Dio. The violent carriage of it 
Will clear, or end, the businefs : When the oracle 
(Thus ~j~ by dpollo's great divine feal'd up) 
Shall the contents difcover, fomething rare, 
Even then, will rum to knowledge __ Go, frefh horfes ; 
And gracious be the ifiue ! [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. rbefame. A Court of Jujlice : 
5 the Ifle, * time is worth the ufe * 6 v. Note. 

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At the upper End, a Throne ; Lords, on either 

Hand, Judges, and other Officers, feated ; 

People attending. Enter LEONTES, 

and Train of Lords, to his Throne. 
LEO. This feffion (to our great grief, we pronounce) 
Even pufhes 'gainft our heart : The party try'd, 
The daughter of a king ; our wife ; and one 
Of us too much belov'd. Let us be clear'd 
Of being tyrannous, fince we fo openly 
Proceed in juftice; which (hall have due courfe, 

Even to the guilt, or the purgation. 

Produce the prisoner. 

Off. It is his highnefs' pleasure, that the queen 
Appear in perfon here in court. 

Enter KERMIONE, to the Ear: PAULINA, 

and Ladies, with her ; Officers preceding. 
LEO. Read the indictment. 
rt Silence ! 

Off. \reads.~\ Hermione, queen to the worthy Le- 
ontes, king of Sicilia, thou art here accused and ar- 
raigned cf high treason, in committing adultery with 
Polixenes, king of Bohemia ; and con/pi fing ivith 
Camillo to take away the life of our Jo*uereign lord 
the king, thy royal husband : the pretence whereof being 
by circumjiances partly lafd open, thou, Hermione, con- 
trary to the faith and allegiance of a, true.fubjefl, didji 
counjel and aid them, for their better lafety, to fly anuaj 
by night. 

HER. Since what I am to fay, muft be but tha; 
Which contradicls my accusation ; and 
The teftimony on my part, no other 

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42 rhe Winters Tale. 

But what comes from myfelf ; it fhall fcarce boot me, 
To fay, Not guilty : mine integrity, 
Being counted falfhood, mall, as I exprefs it, 
Be fo receiv'd. But thus, If powers divine 
Behold our human actions, (as they do) 
I doubt not then, but innocence fhall make 
Falfe accusation blufh, and tyranny 
Tremble at patience. You, my lord, beft know, 
(Who leaft will feem to do fo) my paft life 
Hath been as continent, as chaft, as true, 
As 1 am now unhappy ; which is more 
Than hiftory can pattern, though devis'd, 
And play'd, to take fpeftators : For behold me, 
A fellow of the royal bed, which owe 
A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, 
The mother to a hopeful prince, here ftanding, 
To prate and talk for life, and honour, 'fore 
Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it 
As I weigh grief, which I would fpare : for honour, 
'Tis a derivative from me to mine, 
And only that I ftand for. T appeal 
To your own conference, fir, before Poltxenes 
Came to your court, how I was in your grace, 
How merited to be fo : Since he came, 
With what encounter fo uncurrent have 
I ftrain'd, to appear thus ? if one jot beyond 
The bound of honour ; or, in aft, or will, 
That way inclining ; harden'd be the heart* 
Of all that hear me, and my near'ft of kin 
Cry, fie, upon my grave ! 
LEO. I ne'er heard yet, 
That any of these bolder vices wanted 

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Lefs impudence to gain-fay what they did, 
Than to perform it firft. 

HER. 'That's true enough ; 
Though 'tis a faying, fir, not due to me. 

LEO. You will not own it. 

HER. More than miftrefs of, 
Which comes to me in name of fault, I muft not 
At all acknowledge. For Polixenes, 
(With whom I am accus'd) .1 do confefs, 
I lov'd him, as in honour he requir'd ; 
With fuch a kind of love, as might become 
A lady like me ; with a love, even fuch, 
So, and no other, as yourfelf commanded : 
Which not to have done, I think, had been in me 
Both difobedience and ingratitude. 
To you, and toward your friend; whose love had fpoke, 
Even fince it could fpeak, from an infant, freely, 
That it was yours. Now, for confpiracy, 
I know not how it tails ; though it be difli'd 
For me to try how : all I know of it, 
Is, that Camilla was an honeft man ; 
And, why he left your court, the gods themfelves, 
Wotting no more than I, are ignorant. 

LEO. You knew of his departure, as you know 
What you have underta'en to do in his abfence. 

HER. Sir, you fpeak a language that I underftandnot: 
My life ftands in the level of your dreams, 
Which I'll lay down. 

LEO. Your aftions are my dreams ; 
You had a baftard by Potixeves, 
And I but dream'd it : As you were part all fhame, 
(Those of your fat are fo) fo paft all truth: 

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To deny, concerns, more than avails : for as 
Thy brat hath been caft out, like to itfelf, 
No father owning it, (which is, indeed, 
More criminal in thee, than it) fb thou 
Shalt feel our juftice; in whose easieft paffage, 
Look for no lefs than death. 

HER. Sir, fpare your threats ; 

The bug, which you would fright we with, I feek. 
To me can life be no commodity : 
The crown and comfort of my life, your favour, 
I do give loft ; for I do feel it gone, 
But know not how it went : My fecond joy, 
And firft-fruits of my body, from his presence 
I am bar'd, like one infedious : My third comfort, 
Star'd moft unluckily, is from my breaft, 
The innocent milk in it's moft innocent mouth, 
Hal'd out to murther : Myfelf on every poft 
Proclaim'd a {trumpet, with immodeft hatred ; 
The child-bed priviledge deny'd, which 'longs 
To women of all fafnion ; laftly, hurry'd 
Here to this place, i'the open air, before 
I have got fxrength of limit. Now, my liege, 
Tell me what bleffings I have here alive, 
That I fhould fear to dye ? Therefore, proceed. 
But yet hear this ; miftake me not ; No life ; 
I prize it not a ftraw: but for mine honour, 
(Which I would free) if I fhall be condemn'd 
Upon furmizes ; all proofs fleeping elfe, 
But what your jealoufies awake ; 1 tell you, 

'Tis rigour, and not law. Your honours all^ 

I do refer me to the oracle; 
be my judge. 

Which to 

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I. L. This your requeft 
Is altogether juft :_therefore, bring forth, 
And in Apollo's name, his oracle. 

[Mxttuit certain Officers. 

HER- The emperor ofRufia was my father : 
O, that he were alive, and here beholding 
His daughter's trial f that he did but fee 
The flatnefs of my misery j yet with eyes 
Of pity, not revenge ! 

Re-enter Officers, with CLEOMENES, 
and DION, bringing in the Oracle, 

Of. You here mall fwear upon this ~j~ fword of juflice, 
That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have 
Been both at Delphos ; and from thence have brought 
This ~|~ feal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd 
Of great Apollo's prieft ; and that, fince then, 
You have not dar'd to break the holy feal, 
Nor read the fecrets in't. 

CLE. Dio. All this we fwear. 

LEO. Break up the feals, and read. 

Ojf. [reads."] Hermione is chaft, Polixenes blame- 

iefs, Camillo a true fuljeft, Leontes a jealous tyrant, 

his innocent babe truly begotten ; and the king Jhall 

live without an heir, if that, which is lojt, be not 


Lor. Now blefled be the great dpollo ! 

HER. Praised! 

Xfo. Haft thou read truth ? 

Off. Ay, my lord; even fo 
As it is here fet down. 

LEO. There is no truth at all i'the oracle : 
i The fefSons fiiall proceed ; this is meer falftiood. 

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Enter a Gentleman, 

Gen. My lord the king, the king ! 

LEO. What is the businefs .' 

Gen. O, fir, I (hall be hated to report it : 
The prince your fon, with meer conceit and fear 
Of the queen's fpeed, is gone. 

LEO. How! gone ? 

Gen. Is dead. 

LEO. Apollo's angry; and the heavens themfelves 
Do ftrike at my inj uftice __ [ Her. faints. ] How now there ? 

PA u. This news is mortal to the queen: Look down, 
And fee what death is doing. 

LEO. Take her hence : 
Her heart is but o'er-charg'd ; me will recover. 

[HER. is born off; PAU. and Ladies follow her, 
I have too much believ'd mine own fufpicion : _ 
'Befeech you, tenderly, apply to her 
Some remedies for life. _ Apollo, pardon 
My great prophanenefs 'gainft thine oracle ! __. 
I'll reconcile me to Polixenes ; 
New-woo my queen ; recall the good Camilla, 
Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy : 
For, being tranfported by my jeaioufies 
To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose 
Camilla for the minifter, to poison 
My friend Polixenes : which had been done, 
But that the good mind of Camilla tardy'd 
My fwift command ; though I with death, and with 
Reward, did threaten and encourage him, 
Not doing it, and being done : he, moft humane, 
And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guefl 
Unchfp'd my practice ; quit his fortunes here, 

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Which you knew great ; and to the certain hazard 
Of all incertainties himfelf commended, 

No richer than his honour : How he glifters 

Through my dark ruft ! and how his piety 
Does my deeds make the blacker ! 

Re-enter PAULINA, bajiily. 
PAV. Woe the while I 
O, cut my lace ; left my heart, cracking it, 
Break too ! 

i. L. What fit is this, good lady ? 
PA v. What ftudy'd torments, tyrant, haft for me ? 
What wheels ? racks r fires ? What flaying, ratfjcrf boiling 
In leads, or oils? what old, or newer, torture 
Muft I receive ; whose every word deserves 
To tafte of thy moft worft ? Thy tyranny, 
Together working with thy jealoufies, 
(Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle 
For girls of nine) o, think what they have done, 
And then run mad indeed ; ftark mad ! for all 
Thy by-gone fooleries were but fpices of it. 
That thou betray'dft Polixenes, 'twas nothing ; 
That did but fhew thee, of a fool, inconftant, 
And damnable ingratefal : nor was't much, 
Thou would'ft have poison'd good Camilla's honour, 
To have him kill a king ; poor trefpafles, 
Wore monftrous (landing by: whereof I reckon 
The cailing-forth to crows thy baby daughter 
To be or none, or little ; though a devil 
Would have fhed water out of fire, ere don't : 
^or is't direftly lay'd to thee, the death 
Df the young prince ; whose honourable thoughts 
[Thoughts high for one fo tender) cleft the heart, 

48 .The Winter's Tale. 

That could conceive, a grofs and foolifh fire 
Blemifh'd his gracious dam : this is not, no, 

Lay'd to thy anfwer : But the laft, O, lords, 

When I have faid, cry, woe ! the queen, the queen, 

The fweet'ft, dear'ft, creature's dead ; and vengeance fbr't 
Not dropt down yet. 

I . L. The higher powers forbid ! 

PA u. I fay, (he's dead; I'll fwear't : if word, nor oath, 
Prevail not, go and fee : if you can bring 
Tinfture, or luftre, in her lip, her eye, 
Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll ferve you 
As I would do the gods. _ But, o, thou tyrant ! 
Do not repent these things ; for they are heavier 
Than all thy woes can ftir : therefore betake thee 
To nothing but defpair: a thousand knees, 
Ten thousand years together, naked, farting, 
Upon a barren mountain, and ftill winter 
In ftorm perpetual, could not move the gods 
To look that way thou wert. 

LEO. Go on, go on : 

Thou canft not fpeak too much ; I have deserv'd 
All tongues to talk their bitt'reft. 

I. L. Say no more ; 

Howe'er the businefs goes, you have made fault 
I'the boldnefs of your fpeech. 

PA u. I am forry for't ; 
All faults I make, when I fhall come to know them, 
I do repent : Alas, I have fhew'd too much 
The ralhnefs of a woman : he is touch'd 
To the noble heart What's gone, and what's pall helj 
Should be part grief: Do not receive affliction 
At my petition, 1 befeech you j rather 

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Let me be punim'd, that have minded you 

Of what you mould forget. Now, good my liege, 

bir, royal fir, forgive a foolim woman : 

The love I bore your queen, Lo, fool again ! 

I'll fpeak of her no more, nor of your children ; 

I'll not remember you of my own lord, 

Who is loft too : take gou your patience to you, 

And I'll fay nothing. 

LEO. Thou did'ft fpeak but well, 
When moft the truth ; which I receive much better, 
Than to be pity'd of thee. Pr'ythee, bring me 
To the dead bodies of my queen, and fon : 
One grave mall be for both ; upon them mall 
The causes of their death appear, unto 
Our Ihame perpetual : Once a day, I'll visit 
The chapel where they lye ; and tears, med there, 
Shall be my recreation : fo lorrg as nature 
Will bear up with this exercise, fo long 
I daily vow to use it. Come, and lead me 
To these mg forrows. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Bohemia. Desarts upon the Sea. 

Enter ANT ICON us, with the Child; and a Mariner. 

Atif. Thou art perfedl then, our miphathtouch'd upon 
The desarts of Bohemia ? 

Mar. Ay, my lord ; and fear 
We have landed in ill time: the fkies look grimly. 
And threaten present blufters. In my confcience, 
The heavens with that we have in hand are angry, 
And frown upon us. 

Ati<r. Their facred wills be done ! _Go, get aboard, 
Look to thy bark ; I'll not be long, before 


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I call upon thee. 

Mar. Make your beft hafte ; and go not 
Too far i'the land : 'tis like to be loud weather ; 
Befides, this place is famous for the creatures 
Of prey, that keep upon't. 

ANT. Go thou away ; 
I'll follow inftantly. 

Mar. I am glad at heart, 
To be fo rid o'the businefs. [Exit Mariner. 

Ax?. Come, poor babe : 

I have heard, (but not believ'd) the fp'rits o'the dead 

May walk again : if fuch thing be, thy mother 

Appear'd to me laft night ; for ne'er was dream 

So like a waking. To me comes a' creature, 

Sometimes her head on one fide, fome' another ; 

I never faw a veflel of like forrow, 

So fill'd, and fo becoming : in pure white robes, 

Like very fan&ity, Ihe did approach 

My cabin where I lay : thrice bow'd before me j 

And, gafping to begin fome fpeech, her eyes 

Became twofpouts : the fury fpent, anon 

Did this break from her : Good Antigonus, 

Since fate, again/I thy better dijposition, 

Hath made thy perfon for the throiuer-out 

Of my poor babe, according to thine oath, 

Places remote enough are in Bohemia, 

'There weep, and leave it crying ; and, for the babe 

Is counted loft for ever, Perdita, 

1 pry thee, calVt: for this ungentle businefs t 

Put on thee by my lord, thou ne 'er Jhalt fee 

Thy wife Paulina more: and fo, with fhrieks, 

She melted into air. Affrighted much, 

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I did in time colledl myfelf ; and thought 

This was fo, and no {lumber. Dreams are toys : 

Yet, for this once, yea, fuperftitioufly, 

I will be fquar'd by this. I do believe, 

Hermione hath fuffer'd death ; and that 

Apollo would, this being indeed the ifTue 

Of king Polixenes, it fhould here be lay'd, 

Either for life, or death, upon the earth 

Of it's right father Bloflbm, fpeed thee well ! 

There ~f lye ; and there "j~ thy character : there ~f~ these ; 

Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty, 

And ftill reft thine. _ The ftorm begins : _ Poor wretch, 

That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd 

To lofs, and what may follow ! _ Weep I cannot, 

But my heart bleeds : and moft accurft am I, 

To be by oath enjoin'd to this._Farewel !_ 

The day frowns more and more ; thou'rt like to have 

A lullaby too rough : I never faw 

The heavens fo dim by day. A favage clamour ? 

Well may I get aboard ! This is the chace ; 

I am gone for ever. [Exit, purfud by a Bear. 

Enter a Shepherd. 

She. I would, there were no age between thir- 
teen and three and twenty ; or that youth would fleep 
out the reft : for there is nothing in the between but 
getting wenches with child, wronging the auncientry, 
ftealing, fighting. Hark you now ! Would any but these 
boil'd brains, of nineteen, and two and twenty, hunt 
this weather ? They have fcar'd away two of my befl 
fheep ; which, I fear, the wolf will fooner find, than 
the mafter : if any where I have them, 'tis by the fea- 
fide, browzing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will ! 

*3 betweenc ten and 

5 i We Winter's Tale. 

what have we here ? Mercy on's ! a barne ; a very 
pretty barne : A boy, or a child, I wonder ? A pretty 
one ; a very pretty one : Snre, fome fcape : though 
I am not bookifti, yet I can read waiting-gentle- 
woman in the fcape. This has been fome ftair-work, 
fome trunk-work, fome behind door work : they were 
warmer, that got this, than the poor thing is here. 
I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry 'till my fon 
come ; he halloo'd but even now. Whoa, ho hoa 1 
Enter Clown. 

Clo. Hilloa, loa! 

She. What, art fo near r If thou'lt fee a thing to talk 
on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What 
ail'lt thou, man ? 

Clo. I have feen two fuch fights, by fea, and by 
land ; but I am not to fay, it is a fea, for it is now 
the fky ; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrult 
a bodkin's point. 

She. Why, boy, how is it ? 

Clo. I would, you did but fee how it chafes, 
how it rages, how it takes up the more! but that's 
not to the point : O, the moft piteous cry of the poor 
fouls ! fometimes, to fee 'em ; and tf?en, not to fee 
'em : now the ftiip boring the moon with her main- 
mart ; and anon fwallow'd with yeft and froth, as 
you'd thruft a cork into a hogfliead. And then for 
the land-fervice, To fee how the bear tore out his 
fhoulder-bone ; how he cry'd to me for help, and faid, 
his name was Antigonus, a nobleman : But to make an 
end of the ftiip; To fee how the fea flap-dragon'd 
it : but, firft, how the poor fouls roar'd, and the fea 
inock'd them ; and how the poor gentleman roar'd, and 

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the bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the fea 
or the weather. 

She. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy ? 

Clo. Now, now ; I have not wink'd fince I faw 
these fights : the men are not yet cold under water, 
nor the bear half din'd on the gentleman ; he's at it 

Sbe. 'Would I had been by, to have help'd the old 

Clo. I would you had been by the (hip fide, to have 
help'd her ; there your charity would have lack'd 

She. Heavy matters ! heavy matters ! but look thee 
here, boy. Now blefs thyfelf ; thou met'tf with things 
dying, I with things new born. Here's a fight for 
thee ; look thee, a bearing cloth for a fquire's child : 
Look thee here ; take up, take up, boy; open't. So, 
Jet's fee;_ It was told me, I ihould be rich by the 
fairies: this is fomechangling: open't : What's within, 

Clo. You're a made old man ; if the fins of your 
youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all 
gold ! 

She. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove fo : 
up with't, keep it clofe ; home, home, the next way. 
We are lucky, boy ; and to be fo ftill, requires nothing 
but fecrefy. Let my fheep go: Come, good boy, 
the next way home. 

Clo, Go you the next way with your findings ; I'll 
go fee if the bear be gone from the gentleman, and 
how much he hath eaten : they are never curft, but 
when they are hungry : if there be any of him left, 

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54 Vie Winter's Tale. 

I'll bury it. 

She. That's a good deed : If thou may'ft discern by 
that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to th' 
fight of him. 

Clo. Marry, will I ; and you mall help to put him 
i'th' ground. 

She. 'Tis a lucky day, boy ; and we'll do good deeds 
on't. \Exeunt federally, 

AC? IV. 

Enter Time, as Chorus, 

I, that please fome, try all ; both joy, and terror, 

of good, and bad; that make, and unfold, error, 

now take upon me, in the name of time, 

to use my wings. Impute it not a crime, 

to me, or my fwift paflage, that I flide 

o'er fixteen years, and leave the growth untry'd 

of that wide gap ; fmce it is in my power 

to o'er-throw law, and in one felf-born hour 

to plant and o'erwhelm cuftom : Let me pafs 

the fame I am, ere ancient'ft order was, 

or what is nowreceiv'd : I wirneff'd to 

the times that brought them in ; fo mall I do 

to the freftieft things now reigning ; and make ftale 

the glift'ring of this present, as my tale 

now feems to it. Your patience this allowing, 

I turn myglafs ; and give my fcene fuch growing, 

as you had flept between. Leontes leaving 

the effe&s of his fond jealoufies ; fo grieving, 

that he Ihuts up himfelf ; Imagine me, 

1 5 makes, and unfolds *+ witr.effe to 

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gentle fpe&ators, that I now may be 

in fair Bohemia; and remember well, 

I mention'd a fon o'the king's, which Florizcl 

I now name to you ; and with fpeed fo pace 

to fpeak ttf/Vn&ta now grown in grace 

equal with wond'ring: what of her enfues, 

I lift not prophefy ; but let time's news 

be known, when'tis broughtfurth: a (hepherd's daughter, 

and what to her adheres, which follows after, 

is the argument of time : Of this allow, 

if ever you have fpent time worfe ere now ; 

if never yet, that time himfelf doth fay, 

he wifhes earneilly, you never may. [ Exit. 

SCENE I. The fame. A Room in Polixenes' Palace, 
Enter POLIXENES, and CAM ILL o. 

POL. I pray thee, good Camilla, be no more impor- 
tunate : 'tis a ficknefs, denying thee any thing ; a death, 
to grant this. 

CAM . It is fixteen years, fince I faw my country : 
though I have, for the moft part, been aired abroad, 
I desire to lay my bones there. Befides, the penitent 
king, my matter, hath fent for me : to whose feeling 
forrows I might be fome allay, or I o'er-ween to think 
fo ; which is another fpur to my departure. 

POL. As thou lov'ft me, Camilla, wipe not out the 
reft of thy fervices, by leaving me now : the need I 
have of thee, thine own goodnefs hath made ; better 
not to have had thee, than thus to want thee : thou, 
having made me businefles, which none, without thee, 
fan fufficiently manage, muft either ftay to execute 

** is fiftecne 


,5 6 tte Winter's Tale. 

them thyfelf, or take away with thee the very fervices 
thou haft done : which if I have not enough con- 
fider'd, (as too much I cannot) to be more thankful 
to thee, fhall be my ftudy ; and my profit therein, the 
heaping friendships. Of that fatal country Sicilia, pr'y- 
thee, fpeak no more : whose very naming punifties 
me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thou 
call'ft him, and reconciled king, my brother ; whose 
lofs of his moft precious queen, and children, are 
even now to be afrefh lamented. Say to me, when 
faw'ft thou the prince Flcrizel, my fon ? kings are no 
lefs unhappy, their iflue not being gracious ; than 
they are in losing them, when they have approved their 

CAM. Sir, it is three days, fince I faw the prince : 
What his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown : 
but I have, miffingly, noted, he is of late much retired 
from court ; and is lefs frequent to his princely exer- 
cises, than formerly he hath appeared. 

POL. I have con fidered fo much, Camilla ; and with 
feme care; fo far, that I have eyes under my fervice 
which look upon his removednefs : from whom I have 
this intelligence ; That he is feldom from the houfe 
of a moft homely fhepherd ; a man, they fay, that, 
from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his 
neighbours, is grown into an unfpeakable eftate. 

CAM. I have heard, fir, of fuch a man, who hath 
a daughter of moft rare note : the report of her is ex- 
tended more, than can be thought to begin from fuch 
a cottage. 

POL. That's likewise part of my intelligence ; and, 
I fear, the angle that plucks our fon thither. Thoit 

3* but (I 

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(halt accompany us to the place : where we will, not 
appearing what we are, have fome queftion with the 
fhepherd; from whose fimplicity, I think it not un- 
easy to get the cause of my fon's resort thither. Pr'y- 
thee, be my present partner in this businefs, and lay 
afide the thoughts of Sicilia. 

CAM. I willingly obey your command. 

POL. My belt Camilla ! We muft difguise ourfelves. 


SCENE II. The fame. Fields near the Shepherds. 
Enter AUTOLICUS, Jinging. 

-^AvT . When daffodils begin to peer, 

with, heigh, the doxy o<ver the dale, ~ r " 
luhy, then comes in the fweet o* the year ; 
for the red blood reigns in the winter's pah. 

The 'white JJyeet bleaching on the hedve, ~~ 

with, heigh, thefweet birds, o, how they Jing y 
doth fet my pr egging tooth on edge ; 
for a quart of ale is a dijb for a king. 

The lark, that tirra-lirra chaunts, 

luitb, heigh, <uoith, heigh, the thrujh andthejay t 

(ire fummer Jongs for me and my aunts, 
while we lye tumbling in the hay. 

I have ferv'd prince Florizel, and, in my time, wore 
three-pile ; but now I am out of fervice : 

Bui Jhall I go mourn fur that, my dear? 
ai fugging 

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the pale moon Jhlnes by night ' 
and, when I wander here and there, 
I then do moft go right. 

If tinkers may have leave to live, 

and bear the fow-jkin budget ; 
then my account 1 well may give, 

and in the ftocks avouch it. 

My traffick is (beets ; when the kite builds, look to 
lefler linnen. My father nam'd me, Autolicus; who 
being (as I am) litter'd under Mercury, was likewise 
a fnapper-up of unconfider'd trifles : With dye, and 
drab, I purchaf'd this ~J~ caparifon ; and my revenue is 
the filly cheat : Gallows, and knock, are too powerful 
on the highway : beating, and hanging, are terrors to 
me ; for the life to come, I fleep out the thought of it. 
A prize ! a prize ! 

Enter Clown. 

Clo. Let me fee : Every 'leven weather tods ; every 
tod yields pound and odd milling : fifteen hundred 
fliorn ; What comes the wool to ? 

Ay?. " If the fprindge hold, the cock's mine. " 
Clo. I cannot do't without counters. Let me fee ; 
What am I to buy for our meep-fhearing feaft ? Three 
pound of fugar ; [reading out of a Note.] Jive pound of 
currant ; rice What will this fifter of mine do with 
rice? But my father hath made her miflrefs of the 
feaft, and (he lays it on. She hath made me four and 
twenty nose-gays for the (hearers : three-man fong- 
men all, and very good ones ; but they are moft of 
them means, and pafes : bu,t one puritan amongft, 

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them, and he fings pfalms to horn-pipes. I muft 
have/ajron, to colour the warden-pies ; mace ; dates, 
none ; that's out of my note ; nutmegs, /even ; a 
raj'e, or two, of ginger; ~ but that I may beg ; four 
pound of pruins, and as many of raisins d 1 the fun. 

AvT. O, that ever I was born ! [groveling on the Ground. 

Clo. I'the name of me, 

AVT. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these 
rags; and then, death, death ! 

Clo. Alack, poor foul ; thou haft need of more rags 
to lay on thee, rather than have these off. 

Avr. O, fir, the loathfomenefs of them offends me, 
more than the ftripes I have receiv'd ; which are mighty 
ones, and millions. 

Clo. Alas, poor man; a million of beating may 
come to a great matter. 

AVT. I am rob'd, fir, and beaten ; my money, and 
apparel, ta'en from me, and these dele/table things put 
upon me. 

Clo. What, by a horfe-man, or a foot-man ? 

AvT. Afoot-man, fweet fir, a foot-man. 

Clo, Indeed, he mould be a foot-man, by the gar- 
ments he has left with thee ; if this be a horfe-man's 
coat, it hath feen very hot fervice. Lend me thy hand, 
I'll help thee : come, lend me thy hand. 

AVT. O, good fir, tenderly, o! 

Clo. Alas, poor foul. 

AvT. O, good fir, foftly, good fir : I fear, fir, my 
ftioulder-biade is out. 

Clo. How now ? canft ftand ? 

AvT. Softly, dear fir; [picks his Pocket.'] good fir, 
foftly : you ha' done me a charitable office. 

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C/o. Dolt lack any money : I have a little money 
for thee. 

Avr. No, good fweet fir ; no, I befeech you, fir: I 
have a kinsman not pafl three quarters of a mile hence, 
unto whom I was going ; I fhall there have money, or 
any thing I want : Offer me no money, I pray you ; 
that kills my heart. 

Clo. What manner of fellow was he that rob'd you ? 

Auf. A fellow, fir, that I have known to go about 
with trol-madames : I knew him once a fervant of 
the prince ; I cannot tell, good fir, for which of his | 
virtues it was, but he was certainly whipt out of the 

Clo. His vices, you wculd fay; there's no virtue 
whipt out of the court : thy cherifh it, to make it flay 
there j and yet it will no more but abide. 

Aur. Vices I would fay, fir. I know this man well : 
ke hath been fince an ape-bearer ; then a procefs-ferver, 
a bailif ; then he compaflT'd a motion of the prodigal 
fon, and marry'd a tinker's wife within a mile where 
my land and living lies ; and, having flown over many 
knavifii profeflions, he fettl'd only in rogue : fome call 
him, Autolicus. 

Clo. Out upon him ! Prig, for my life, prig : he 
haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings. 

AUT. Very true, fir ; he, fir, he ; that's the rogue, 
that put me into this apparel. 

Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia ; 
if you had but look'd big, and fpit at him, he'd have 

Avr. I muft confefs to you, fir, lam r.o fighter: lam 
falfe of heart that way ; and thai he knew, I warrant him^ 

The Winter* i Tale. 61 

C/a. How do you now ? 

Aur. Sweet fir, much better than I was ; I can (land, 
and walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace 
foftly towards my kinsman's. 

C/o. Shall I bring thee on the way ? 
Aur. No, good-fac'd fir; no, fvveet fir. 
do. Then fare thee well ; I mull go buy fpices for 
our fheep- ("hearing. 

AVT. Profper you, fweet fir ! [Exit Clown.] Your 

purfe is not hot enough to purchaie your fpice. I'll be 
with you at your iheep-mearing too : If I make not this 
cheat bring out another, and the fhearers prove fheep, 
let me be unrol'd, and my name put in the book of 
virtue ! \Ji n g s ' 

yog on, jog on, the foot-path way, 

and merrily bend the Ji He- a : 
a merry heart goes all the day, 
your fad tires in a mile-a. [Exit. 

SCENE III. The fame. A Room in the Shepherd's Heufe. 

FLO. These your unusual weeds to each part of you 
Do give a life : no mepherdefs ; but Flora, 
Peering in April's front. This your Iheep-lhearing 
Is as a meeting of the petty gods, 
And you the queen on't. 

PF.K. Sir, my gracious lord, 
To chide at your extreams, it not becomes me ; 
O, pardon, that I name them : your high felf, 
The gracious mark o'the land, you have obfcur'd 
With a fwain's wearing ; and me, poor lowly maid, 
Moil goddefs-like prank'd up : But that our feaft? 

16 bent *3 Do's give 

62 T&e Winter's Tale. 

In every mefs have folly, and the feeders 
Digeft it with a cuftom ; I fhould blufh, 
To fee you fo attired ; fwoon, I think, 
To fhew myfelf a glafs. 

FLO. I blefs the time, 

When my good falcon made her flight acrofs 
Thy father's ground. 

PER. Now Jove afford you cause ! 
To me, the difference forges dread ; your greatnefs 
Hath not been us'd to fear. Even now I tremble 
To think, your father, by fome accident, 
Should pafs this way, as you did : O the fates ! 
How would he look, to fee his work, fo noble, 
Vilely bound up ? What would he fay f Or how 
Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold 
The fternnefs of his presence ? 

FLO. Apprehend 

Nothing but jollity. The gods themfelves, 
Humbling their deities to love, have taken 
The {hapes of beafts upon them : Jupiter 
Became a bull, and bellow'd ; the green Neptune 
A ram, and bleated ; and the fire-rob'd god, 
Golden Apollo, a poor humble fwain, 
As I feem now : Their tranfformations 
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer ; 
Nor in a way fo chaft : lince my desires 
Run not before mine honour; nor my lufts 
Burn hotter than my faith. 

PER. o but, dear fir, 
Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis 
Oppos'd, as it muft be, by the power o'the king r 
One of these two muft be neceffities, 

3 Iworne I 

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Which then will fpeak ; that you muft change this pur- 
Or I my life. [pose, 

FLO. Thou deareft Perdita, 

With these forc'd thoughts, f pr'ythee^ darken not 
The mirth o'the feaft : Or I'll be thine, my fair, 
Or not my father's : for 1 cannot be 
Mine own, nor any thing to any, if 
I be not thine : to this I am moft conftant, 
Though deftiny fay, no. Be merry, gentle ; 
Strangle fuch thoughts as these, with any thing 
That you behold the while. Your guelts are coming : 
Lift up your countenance ; as it were the day 
Of celebration of that nuptial, which 
We two have fworn mall come. 

PER. O lady fortune, 
Stand you aufpicious ! 

FLO. See, your guelts approach : 
Addrefs yourfelf to entertain them fprightly, 
And let's be red with mirth. 

Enter Shepherd, with POLIXENES and 

CAMILLO, difguisd; Clown, MOPSA, DORCAS, 

and other Company. 

She. Fie, daughter ! when my old wife liv'd, upon 
This day, me was both pantler, butler, cook ; 
Both dame, and fervant : welcom'd all ; ferv'd all : 
Would fing her fong, and dance her turn : now here, 
At upper end o'the table ; now, i'the middle ; 
On his moulder, and his : her face o'fire 
With labour ; and the thing, (he took to quench it, 
She would to each one fip : You are retirM, 
As if you were a feaftedone, and not 
The hoftefs of the meeting : Pray you, bid 

64 lie Winters Tale. 

These Unknown friends to us, welcome ; for it is 
A way to make us better friends, more known. 
Come, queiich your blufhes ; and present yourfelf 
That which you are, miftrefs o'the feaft : Come on, 
And bid us welcome to your fheep-fhearing, 
As your good flock fhall profper. 

PER. Welcome, fir! 
It is my father's will, I mould take on me 

The hoftefs-mip o'the day : You're welcome, fir ! 

Give me those ~j~ flowers there, Dorcas. _ Reverend firs, 
For you there's rose- mar)', and rue ; these keep 
Seeming, and favour, all the winter long : 
Grace, and remembrance, be to you both j 
And welcome to our (hearing ! 

POL. Shepherdefs, 

(A fair one are you) well you fit our ages 
With flowers of winter. 

PER. Sir, the year growing ancient, 
Not yet on fummer's death, nor on the birth 
Of trembling winter, the fair'ft flowers o'the feascn 
Are our carnations, and itreak'd gilly-flowers, 
Which feme call, nature's baftards : of that kind 
Our ruftick garden's barren ; and I care not 
To get flips of them. 

Poi. Wherefore, gentle- maiden, 
Do you negledl them ? 

PER. For I have heard it faid, 
There is an art, which, in their pidenefs, (hares 
With great creating nature. 

POL. Say, there be; 
Yet nature is made better by no mean, 
But nature makes that mean : fo, o'er that art, 

^ r, wekome: 

The Winter's Tale. 65 

Which, you fay, adds to nature, is an art 

That nature makes. You fee, fweet maid, we marry 

A gentler fcyen to the wildeft ftock ; 

And make conceive a bark of bafer kind 

By bud of nobler race : This is an art 

Which does mend nature ; change it rather : but 

The art itfelf is nature. 

PER. So it is. 

POL. Then make your garden rich in gilly-flowefs, 
And do not call them, baftards. 

PER. I'll not put 

The dibble in earth to fet one flip of them : 
No more than, were I painted, I would wilh 
This youth "f mould fay, 'twere well ; and only therefore 
Desire to breed by me. _ Here's flowers for you ; 
Hot lavender, mints, favory, marjoram ; 
The marigold, that goes to bed wi'the fun, 
And with him rises weeping : these are flowers 
Of middle fummer, and, I think, they are given 
To men of middle age : You're very welcome. 

CAM. I mould leave grazing, were I of your flock, 
And only live by gazing. 

PER. Out, alas ! 

You'd be fo lean, that blafts of January [friend, 

Would blow you through and through. __ Now, my fair'it 
I would, I had fome flowers o'the fpring, that might 
Become your time of day; _ and yours, _ and yours;.. 
That wear upon your virgin branches yet 
Your maidenheads growing : O, Proferpina, 
For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'ft fall 
From D;J'S waggon ! earip daffodils, 
That come before the fwallow dares, and take 


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The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, 
But fweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, 
Or Cytberea's breath ; pale primroses, 
That dye un marry 'd, ere they can behold 
Bright Phoebus in his ftrength, a malady 
Moft incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and 
The crown-imperial ; lillies of all kinds, 
The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, 
To majte you garlands of; and my fweet friend, 
To ftrew him o'er and o'er. 

FLO. What, like a corfe ? 

PER. Noi like a bank, for love to lye and play on j 
Not like a corfe : or if; not to be bury'd, 
But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers: 
Methinks, I play as I have feen them do 
In whitfun' paftorals : fure, this robe of mine 
Does change my difposition. 

FLO. What you do, 

Still betters what is done. When you fpeak, fweet, 
I'd have you do it ever: when you fmg, 
I'd have you buy and fell fo ; fo give alms ; 
Pray fo ; and, for the ord'ring your affairs, 
To iing them too : when you do dance, I wilh you 
A wave o'the fea, that you might ever do 
Nothing but that ; move ftill, Hill fo, mg fair, 
And own no other function : Each your doing, 
So fmgular in each particular, 
Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, 
That all your a&s are queens. 

PER. O Doric/es, 

Your praises are too large : but that your youth, 
And the true blood which peeps fo fairly through't, 

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Do plainly give you out an unftain'd (hepherd; 
With wisdom I might fear, my Doriclei, 
You woo'd me the falfe way. 

FLO. I think, you have 
As little fkill to fear, as I have purpose 
To put you to't._But, come; our dance, I pray: 
Your hand, my Perdita: fo turtles pair, 
That never mean to part. 

PER. I'll fvvear for them. [Mustek. Dance forming. 

POL. This is the prettieft low-born lafs, that ever 
Ran on the green ford : nothing fhe does, or feems, 
But fmacks of fomething greater than herfelf j 
Too noble for this place. 

CAM. He tells her fomething, 
That makes her blood look out: Good footh, fhe is 
The queen of curds and cream, 

Clo. Come on, ftrike up. 

DOR. Mopfa muft be your miltrefs : marry, garlick, 
To mend her kifiing with. 

MOP. Now, in good time ! [ners._ 

Clo. Not a word, a word ; we ftand upon our man- 
Come, ftrike up, piper0 \Dance. 

POL. Pray, good fhepherd, what 
Fair fvvain is this, which dances with your daughter ? 

She. They call him, Doricles ; he boafts himfelf 
To have a worthy feeding : but I have it 
Upon his own report, and I believe it ; 
He looks like footh : He fays, he loves my daughter ; 
I think fo too ; for never gaz'd the moon 
Upon the water, as he'll ftand, and read, 
As 'twere, my daughter's eyes : and, to be plain, 
I think, there is not half a kifs to choose, 

M C n't *5 Dtn'cies, and btafti 

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68 Tbe Winter's Tale. 

Who loves another beft. 

POL. She dances featly. 

She. So me does any thing ; though I report it, 
That fhould be filent : if young Doricles 
Do light upon her, fhe fhall bring him that 
Which he not dreams of. 

Enter a Servant. 

Ser. O, mailer, if you did but hear the pedler at 
the door, you would never dance again after a tabor 
and pipe ; no, the bag-pipe could not move you : he 
fmgs feveral tunes, fatler than you'll tell money ; he 
utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all mens' ears 
grew to his tunes. 

Clo. He could never come better : he (hall come in : 
I love a ballad but even too well ; if it be doleful matter, 
merrily fet down ; or a very pleasant thing indeed, and 
fung lamentably. 

Ser. He hath fongs, for man, or woman, of all 
fizes ; no milliner can fo fit his cuftomers with gloves : 
he has the prettieft love-fongs for maids ; fo without 
bawdry, which is ftrange ; with fuch delicate burthens 
of, (til-do's, and, fa-dings, jump her and thump her ; and 
where fome ftretch mouth'd rafcal would, as it were, 
mean mifchief, and break a foul gap into the matter, 
he makes the maid to anfwer, Whoop, do me no harm, 
good man ; puts him off, flights him, with, Whuop, do me 
no harm, good man. 

POL. This is a brave fellow. 

Clo. Believe me, thou talk'ft of an admirable-con- 
ceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares ? 

Ser. He hath ribands of all the colours in the 
rain-bow ; points, more than all the lawyers in Bo- 

The Winter's Tale. 69 

Hernia can learnedly handle, though they come to him 
by the grofs ; inkles, caddiffes, cambricks, lawns : 
why, he fings 'em over, as they were gods, or god- 
deffes : you would think, a fmock were a me angel ; 
he fo chants to the fleeve-band, and the work about the 
fquare on't. 

Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in ; and let him approach 

PER. Fore-warn him, that he use no fcurrilous words 
in his tunes. [Exit Servant. 

Clo. You have of these pedlers, that have more in 
them than you'd think, lifter. 

PER. Ay, good brother, or go about to think. 

Enter AUTOLICUS, like a Pettier. 
jAvT. Laiun, as tvbite as dri*v en fno-iv ; [J* n g*' 

Cyprus, black as e'er <was cro-iv ; 
gloves, asftveet as damajk roses} 
majks for faces, and for noses; 
bugle bracelet, necklace amber, 
perfume for a laxy's chamber m t 
golden quoifs, and ftomachers^ 
for my lads to gi*ve their dears j 
pinj, and pcking-jiicks ofjieel, 
^what maids lack from head to heel : 
come, buy of me, come ; came, buy ; come, buy ; 
buy, lads, or elje your lajjes cry : 

come, buy. 

Clo. If I were not in love with Mcpfa, thou fhould'ft 
take no money of me; but being enthral'd as I am, it 
will alfo be the bondage of certain ribands and gloves. 
MOP . I was promis'd them againft the fealt ; butthey 
npt too late now. 

s Ikeve-hanil 

70 The Winter's Tale. 

DOR. He hath promis'd you more than that, or there 
be liars. 

MOP. He hath pay'd you all he promis'd you : may 
be, he has pay'd you more; which will mame you to 
give him again. 

do. Is there no manners left among maids ? will 
they wear their plackets, where they fhould bear their 
faces ? Is there not milking-time, when you are going 
to bed, or kill-hole, to whittle off these fecrets ; but you 
muft be tittle-tattling before all our guefts r 'Tis well 
they are whifp'ring : Clamour your tongues, and not a 
word more. 

MOP. I have done. Come, you promis'd me a tawdry 
lace, and a pair of fweet gloves. 

C/o. Have I not told thee, how I was cozen'd by the 
way, and loft all my money ? 

Auf. And indeed, fir, there are cozeners abroad; 
therefore it behoves men to be wary. 

Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou malt lose nothing here. 

Awr. I hope fo, fir ; for I have about me many par- 
cels of charge. 

Clo. What haft here r ballads ? 

MOP. Pray now, buy fome: I love a ballad in print, 
or a life ; for then we are fure they are true. 

Awr. Here's ~\~ one, to a very doleful tune, How a 
usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags 
at a burthen ; and how me long'd to eat adders' heads, 
and toads carbonado'd. 

Mop. Is it true, think you ? 

Awr. Very true ; and but a month old. 

DOR. Blefs me from marrying a usurer! 

Awr. Here's the midwife's name to't, one miflrefs 

The Winter 's. Tale. 71 

Tale-porttr ; and five or fix honeft wives, that were pre- 
sent : Why mould I carry lies abroad ? 

A/OP. Pray you now, buy it. 

do. Come on, lay it by : And let's firft fee more 
ballads ; we'll buy the other things anon. 

Awr. Here's another ~f ballad, Of a fifh, that ap- 
pear'd upon the coaft, on we'nsday the fourfcore of 
April, forty thousand fadom above water, and fung 
this ballad againft the hard hearts of maids : it was 
thought, me was a woman ; and was turn'd into a 
cold fifh, for me would not exchange flefh with o~ne 
that lov'd her : The ballad is very pitiful, and as 

Do*. Is it true too, think you? 

AuT. Five juftices' hands at it; and witnefTes, more 
than my pack will hold. 

Clo. Lay it by too : Another. 

Aur . This ~J~ is a merry ballad ; but a very pretty one, 
. MOP. Let's have fome merry ones. 

Aur. Why, this is a paffing merry one ; and goes to 
the tune of, Two maids wooing a man : there's fcarce a 
maid weftward, but (he fings it; 'tis in requeft, I can 
tell you. 

Mop, We can both ling it; if thou'lt bear a part, 
$hou (halt hear ; 'tis in three parts. 

DOR. We had the tune on't a month ago. 

Avr. I can bear my part ; you muft know, 'tis my 
occupation : have at it with you. 

A . Get you hence, for I mufl go ; 
where, it Jits not you to know. 

D. Whither ? M. O, whither ? D. Whither? 

72 The Winter's Tale. 

M. // becomes thy oath full well, 
tbou to me thy Jecrets tell : 

D. Me too, let me go thither. 

M. Or thou go 1 ft to the grange, or mitt : 
D. If to either, thou doft ill. 

A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither. 
D. Thou haft J worn my lo<ve to be ; 
M. Thou haft fworn it more to me : 

Then, whither go 1 ft ? fay, whither? 

do. We'll have this fong out anon by ourfelves : 
My father and the gentlemen are in fad talk, and we'll 
not trouble them : come, bring away thy pack after me. 
Wenches, I'll buy for you both ; _Pedler, let's have the 

firft choice : Follow me, girls. 

Awr. "And you fhall pay well for 'em." 
Will you buy any tape, 
or lace for your cape, 
my dainty duck, my dear-a ; 
any Jilk, any thread, 
any toys for your head, 
of the new ft, andfirfft, fin'Jl 'wear -a ? 
come to the pedler ; 
money's a medler, 
that doth utter all mens* luare-a. 
[Exeunt Clown, MOPS A, DORCAS, and AUTOLICUS. 

Enter a Servant. 

Ser. Matter, there is three goat-herds, three fhep- 
herds, three neat-herds, three fwine-herds, that have 
made themfelves all men of hair ; they call themfelves, 
faltiers : and they have a dance, which the wenches 

*5 three Carters, three 

J'be Winter's Tale. 7 \ 

fay is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are not 
in't; but they themfelves are o'the mind, (if it be not 
too rough for fome, that know little but bowling) it 
will please plentifully. 

She. Away, we'll none on't ; here has been too much 
homely foolery already : _ I know, fir, we weary you. 

POL. You weary those that refrefh us : 'pray, let's 
fee these four three's of herdsmen. 

Ser. One three of them, by their own report, fir, 
hath danc'd before the king ; and not the worft of the 
three, but jumps twelve foot and a half by the fquare. 

She, Leave your prating ; fince these good men are 
pleas'd, let them come in ; but quickly now. 

Ser. Why, they ftay at door, fir. [Exit. 

Enter twelve Rufticks, presenting Satyrs. 
Company feat themfel c ves. Dance, and 
Exeunt Rufticks. 

POL . O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter 

[rising from bejide the Shepherd. 

" Is it not too far gone? 'Tis time to part them. 
" He's fimple, and tells much." How now, fair fhepherd? 
Your heart is full of fomething, that does take 
Your mind from feafting. Sooth, when I was young, 
And handed love, as you do, I was wont 
To load my fhe with knacks : I would have ranfack'd 
The pedler's filken treasury, and have'pour'd it 
To her acceptance ; you have let him go, 
And nothing marted with him : If your lafs 
Interpretation fhould abuse; and call this, 
Your lack of love, or bounty; you were ftraited 
For a reply, at leaft, if you make care 
Pf happy holding her. 

1 J fquire 3 1 make a care 

74 T&e Winter's Tale'. 

FLO. Old fir, I know, 
She prizes not fuch trifles as these are : 
The gifts, (he looks from me, are pack'd, andlock'd. 
Up in my heart ; which I have giv'n already, 

But not deliver'd O, hear me breath my life 

Before this ancient fir, who, it mould feem, 
Hath fometime lov'd : I take thy hand ; this hand, 
As foft as dove's down, and as white as it; 
Or Ethiopian's tooth ; or the fan'd fnow, 
That's bolted by the northern blalts twice o'er. 

POL. What follows this ?_ 
How prettily the young fwain feems to wa(h 

The hand, was fair before ! I have put you oat : 

But, to your proteftation ; let me hear 
What you profefs. 

FLO. Do, and be witnefs to't. 

POL . And this ~|~ my neighbour too ? 

FLO. And he, and more 

Than he, and men ; the earth, the heavens, and all : 
That, were I crown'd the moft imperial monarch, 
Thereof moft worthy ; were I the faireft youth 
That ever made eye fwerve ; had force, and knowledge, 
More than was ever man's, I would not prize them, 
Without her love : for her, employ them all ; 
Commend them, and condemn them, to her Service, 
Or to their own perdition. 

POL. Fairly offer'd. 

CAM. This (hews a found affedlion. 

She. But, my daughter, 
Say you the like to him ? 

PER. 1 cannot fpeak 
So well, nothing fo well ; no, nor mean better ; 

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\ By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out 
! The purity of his. 

She. Take hands, a bargain ; _ 
; And, friends unknown, you fhall bear witnefs to't : 
| I give my daughter to him, and will make 
i Her portion equal his. 

FLO. O, that muft be 

i I'the virtue of your daughter: one being dead, 
| I fhall have more than you can dream of yet ; 
Enough then for your wonder : But, come on, 
| Contract us 'fore these witneffes. 

She. Come, your hand ; __ 
And, daughter, yours. 

POL. Soft, fwain, awhile, befeech you; 
Have you a father ? 

FLO. I have : But what of him ? 
POL. Knows he of this ? 
FLO. He neither does, nor mall. 

POL. Methinks, a father 
Is, at the nuptial of his fon, a gueft 
That beft becomes the table. Pray you, once more ; 
Is not your father grown incapable 
Of reasonable affairs ? is he not ftupid 
With age, and alt'ring rheums ? Can he fpeak? hear ? 
Know man from man ? difpute his own eitate ? 
Lies he not bed-rid ? and again does nothing, 
But what he did being childifh ? 

FLO. No, good fir; 

He has his health, and ampler ftrength, indeed, 
Than moft have of his age. 

POL. By my white beard, 
You offer him, if this be fo, a wrong 

76 The Winter's Tale. 

Something unfilial : Reason, my fon 

Should choose himfelf a wife ; but as good reason, 

The father (all whose joy is nothing elfe 

But fair pofterity) fhould hold fome courtfel 

In fuch a businefs. 

FLO. I yield all this ; 
But, for fome other reasons, my grave fir, 
Which 'tis not fit you know, I nx>t acquaint 
My father of this businefs. 

POL. Let him know't. 

FLO. He fliall not. 

POL. Pr'ythee, let him. 

FLO. No, he muft not. 

She. Let him, my fon ; he fhall not need to grieve 
At knowing of thy choice. 

FLO. Come, come, he muft not : 

Mark our contract. [f {f- 

POL. Mark your divorce, young fir, [^/covering him-, 
Whom fon I dare not call ; thou art too bafe, 
To be acknowledg'd : Thou a fcepter's heir, 
That thus affecVft a fheep-hook !_Thou old traitor, 
J am forry, that, by hanging thee, I can but 

Shorten thy life one week And thou, frefh piece 

Of excellent witch-craft; who, offeree, mult know 
The royal fool thou cop'dft with ; 

She. O, my heart ! [made 

POL. I'll have thy beauty fcratch'd with briars, and, 
More homely than thy ftate. _ For thee, fond boy, 
If I may ever know, thou doft but figh, 
That thou no more fhalt fee this knack, (as never 
I mean thou (halt) we'll bar thee from fucceffion ; 
Not hold thee of our blood, no not our kin, 

*' affeh so Aalt never fee 

The Winter's Tale. 77 

Far as Deucalion off: Mark thou my words; 

Follow us to the court Thou, churl, for this time, 

Though full of ourdifpleasure, yet we free thee 

From the dead blow of it. And you, enchantment, 

Worthy enough a herdsman ; yea, him ~j" too, 

That makes himfelf, but for our honour therein, 

Unworthy thee, if ever, henceforth, thou 

These rural latches to his entrance open, 

Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, 

I will devise a death as cruel for thee, 

As thou art tender to't. [Exit POLIXENES. 

PER. Even here undone ! 
I was not much afeard : for once, or twice, 
I was about to fpeak; and tell him plainly, 
The felf-fame fun, that mines upon his court, 
Hides not his visage from our cottage, but 

Looks on alike Wilt please you, fir, be gone ? 

I told you, what would come of this : Befeecn you, 
Of your own ftate take care : this dream of mine, 
Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther, 
But milk my ewes, and weep. 

CAM. Why, how now, father? 
Speak, ere thou dy'ft. 

She. I cannot fpeak, nor think, 

I Nor dare to know that which I know. O, fir, 

| You have undone a man of fourfcore three, 
I That thought to fill his grave in quiet ; yea, 
To dye upon the bed my father dy'd, 
To lye clofe by his honeft bones : but now 
Some hangman muft put on my flirowd, and lay me' 

j Where no prieft fhovels-in duft O curfed wretch ; 

j Thatknew'ft this was the prince, and would'ft adventure 

1 Farre than DM- Or hope 

;3 tte Winter^ Tale. 

To mingle faith with him. Undone ! undone! 

If I might dye within this hour, 1 have liv'd 

To dye when I desire. [Exit Shepherd. 

Fto. Why look you fb upon me ? 
I am but forry, not afear'd ; delay'd, 
But nothing alter'd : What I was, I am : 
More ftraining on, for plucking back ; not following 
My learn unwillingly. 

CAM. Gracious my lord, 
You know your father's temper : at this time 
He will allow no fpeech, which, I do guefs, 
You do not purpose to him ; and as hardly 
Will he endure your fight as yet, I fear: 
Then, 'till the fury of his highnefs fettle, 
Come not before him. 

FLO. I not purpose it. 
I think, Camilla. 

CAM. Even he, my lord. 

PER. How often have I told you, 'twould be thus ? 
How often faid, my dignity would laft 
But 'till 'twere known ? 

FLO. It cannot fail, but by 
The violation of my faith ; And then 
Let nature cruih the fides o'the earth together, 
And mar the feeds within ! Lift up thy looks : _ 
From thy fucceflion wipe me, father ; I 
Am heir to my affe&ion. 

CAM. Be advis'd. 

FLO. I am ; and by my fancy: if my reason 
Will thereto be obedient, I have reason ; 
If not, my fenfes, better pleas'd with madnefs, 
Do bid it welcome. 

* 6 From my fucc- 

The Winter's Tale. 79 

CAM . This is defp'rate, fir. 

FLO. So call it: but it does fulfill my vow; 

I needs mult think it honefty. Camilla, 

Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may 

Be thereat glean'd ; for all the fun fees, or 

The clofe earth wombs, or the profound fea hides 

In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath 
To this my fair belov'd : Therefore, I pray you, 

As you have ever been my father's friend, 
Vhen he mail mifs me, (as, in faith, I mean not 
To fee him any more) caft your good counfels 
Jpon his paffion ; Let myfelf, and fortune, 
fug for the time to come. This you may know, 

And fo deliver, I am put to fea 
Vith her, whom here I cannot hold on fhore ; 

And, mofl opportune to the need, I have 

A veflel rides faft by, but not prepar'd 
"or this defign. What courfe I mean to hold, 
ihall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor 
Concern me the reporting. 
CAM. O my lord, 
would your fpirit were easier for advice, 

Or ftronger for your need. 

FLO. Hark, Perdita. __ [drawing her afi-'e. 

'11 hear you by and by. 

JM. He's irremoveable, 
lesolv'd for flight : Now were I happy, if 
rlis going I could frame to ferve my turn ; 
5ave him from danger, do him love and honour; 
'nrchafe the fight again of dear Sicilia, 

And that unhappy king, my matter, whom 
[ fo much thirft to fee. 

* feas - * to her neede 

8o he Winter's Tale. 

FLO. Now, good Camilla, 
I am fo fraught with curious businefs, that 
I leave out ceremony. 

CAM. Sir, I think, 

You have heard of my poor fervices, i'the love 
That I have born your father ? 

FLO. Very nobly 

Have you deserv'd : it is my father's musick, 
To fpeak your deeds; not little of his care, 
To have them recompene'd as thought on. 

CAM.. Well, my lord, 

If you may please to think, I love the king ; 
And, through him, what's neareft to him, which is 
Your gracious felf ; embrace but my direction, 
(If your more ponderous and fettl'd projecl 
May fuffer alteration) on mine honour, 
I'll point you where you fhall have fuch receiving 
As mall become your highnefs ; where you may 
Enjoy your miftrefs ; from the whom, I fee, 
There's no difjunlion to be made, but by 
(As heavens forefend !) your ruin : Marry her; 
And, with my beft endeavours, in your abfence, 
Your difcontenting father 3TII ftrive to qualify, 
And bring him up to liking. 

FLO. How, Camilla, 
May this, almoft a miracle, be done ? 
That I may call thee, fomething more than man ; 
And, after that, troft to thee. 

CAM. Have you thought on 
A place, whereto you'll go ? 

FLO. Not any yet: 
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty 

tte Winter's Tale. 

To what we wildly do ; fo we profefs 
Ourfelves, to be the flaves of chance, and flies 
Of every wind that blows. 

CAM. Then lift to me : 

This follows, if you will not change your purpose, 
But undergo this flight ; Make for Sicilia ; 
And there present yourfelf, and your fair princefs, 
(For fo, J fee, (he muft be) 'fore Leontes; 
She (hall be habited, as it becomes 
The partner of your bed. Methinks, I fee 
Leontes, opening his free arms, and weeping 
His welcomes forth : afks thee, the fon, forgivenefs, 
As 'twere i'the father's perfon : kifles the hands 
Of your frefh princefs : o'er and o'er divides him 
'Twixt his unkindnefs and his kindnefs ; the one 
He chides to hell, and bids the other grow, 
'Falter than thought, or time. 

FLO. Worthy Camilla, 
What colour for my visitation ihall I 
Hold up before him ? 

CAM. Sent by the king your father, 
To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir, 
The manner of your bearing towards him, with 
What you, as from your father, mail deliver, 
Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down : 
The which (hall point you forth, at every fitting, 
What you muft fay ; that he mail not perceive, 
But that you have your father's bosom there, 
And fpeak his very heart. 

FLO. I am bound to you : 
There is fome lap in this. 

CAM . A courfe more promising 

11 there Sonne ae Sitting 


8z The Winter 1 , Tale. 

Than a wild dedication of yourfelves 

To unpath'd waters, undream'd fhores ; moft certain.; 

To miseries enough : no hope to help you ; 

But, as you (hake off one, to take another: 

Nothing fo certain, as your anchors ; who 

Do their beft office, if they can but ftay you 

Where you'll be loth to be : Befides, you know, 

Profperity's the very bond of love ; 

Whose frefh complexion and whose heart together 

Affli&ion alters. 

PER. One of these is true : 
I think, affliction may fubdue the cheek ; 
But not take-in the mind. 

CAM . Yea, fay you fo ? 

There (hall not, at your father's houfe, these feven years* 
Be born another fuch. 

FLO. My good Camilla, 
She is as forward of her breeding, as 
I'the rear of birth. 

CAM. I cannot fay, 'tis pity 
She lacks inftruftions ; for (he feems a miilrefs 
To moft that teach. 

PEX. Your pardon, fir, for this; 
I'll blufh you thanks. 

FLO. My prettieft Perdita. 
But, o, the thorns we ftand upon l Cami/Io, 
Preserver of my father, now of me ; 
The med'cine of our houfe, how mail we do ? 
We are not furnifli'd like Bohemia's fon ; 
Nor (hall appear in Sicily 

CAM. My lord, 
Fear none of this : I think, you know, my fortunes 

1 9 She is i'th' rcare 'our Birth 

Me Winter's Tale. 83 

Bo all lie there : it fhall be fo my care 

To have you royally appointed, as if 

The fcene, you play, were mine. For inftance, fir, ~~ 

That you may know, you fhall not want, one word. 

[they converfe apart. 

Avr. Ha, ha ! What a fool honefty is ? and truft, 
his fworn brother, a very fimple gentleman. I have 
fold all my trumpery ; not a counterfeit ftone, not a 
riband, glafs, pomander, broch, table-book, ballad, 
knife, tape, glove, fhoo-tye, bracelet, horn-ring, to 
keep my pack from fafting : they throng who mould 
buy firft ; as if my trinkets had been hallow'd, and 
brought a benediction to the buyer : by which means, 
I faw whose purfe was beft in picture ; and, what I 
faw, to my good ufe, I remember'd. My clown (who 
wants but fomething to be a reasonable man) grew fo 
in love with the wenches' fong, that he would not ftir 
his pettitoes, 'till he had both tune and words ; which 
fo drew the reft of the herd to me, that all their other 
fenfes ftuck in ears: you might have pinch'd a placket, 
it was fenfelefs ; 'twas nothing, to geld a cod-piece of 
a purfe; I would have fil'd keys oft", that hung in 
chains : no hearing, no feeling, bat my fir's fong, and 
admiring the nothing of it. So that, in this time of 
lethargy, I pick'd and cut mod of their feftival purfes : 
and had not the old man come in, with a whoo-bub 
againft his daughter and the king's fon, and fcar'd my 
choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purfe alive in 
the whole army. 

CAM. Nay, but my letters by this means being there 
So foon as you arrive, fhall clear that doubt. 

*3 fill'dKeyesof 

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84 The Winter' i Tale. 

FL o . And those that you'll procure from king Le- 

CAM. Shall fatiffy your father. [antes, 

PER. Happy be you! 
All, that you fpeak, (hews fair. 

CAM. Who have we here ? [feeing Autolicus. 

We'll make an inftrument of this ; omit 

Nothing, may give us aid. [ m S- " 

Avr. " If they have overheard me now, why, hang- 

CAM. How now, good fellow r Wherefore fhak'ft thou 
Fear not, man ; here's no harm intended to thee. [fo ? 

Avf. I am a poor fellow, fir. 

CAM. Why, be fo ftill ; 

Here's no body will fteal that from thee : Yet, 
For the out-fide of thy poverty, we muft 
Make an exchange: therefore, difcafe thee inftantly, 
Thou muft think, there's a neceflity in't, and change 
Garments wi' this gentleman : Though the pennyworth. 
On his fide, be the worft, yet, hold =f thee, there's fome 
boot. [enough. " 

Avf. I am a poor fellow, fir: "I know ye well 

CAM . Nay, pr'ythee noto, difpatch ; the gentleman 
'S halfflea'd already. 

Auf . Are you in earneft, fir ? 

" I fmell the trick of it. " 

FLO. Difpatch, I pr'ythee. 

AuT. " Indeed, I have had earneft ; but I cannot " 
" With confcience take it. " 

CAM. Unbuckle, unbuckle. 

[Florizel and Autolicus exchange Garments. 
Fortunate miftrefs, Let my prophefy 
Come home to you! you muft retire yourfelf 
Into fome covert : take your fweet-heart's hat, 

Why fliak'ft 

<Tke Winters Tale. 85. 

And pluck it o'er your brows ; muffle your face; 
Difmantle you ; and, as you can, difliken 
The truth of your own feeming ; that you may 
(For I do fear eyes over poll) to (hip-board 
Get undefcry'd. 

PER. I fee, the play fo Hes t 
That I mult bear a part. 

CAM. No remedy,_ 
Have you done there ? 

FLO. Should I now meet my father, 
He would not call me fon. 

CAM. Nay, you mall have no hat: 

[giving if to Perdita. 
F friend. 

Come, lady, come. _ Farewel, my frienc 

Avr. Adieu, fir. {retiring. 

FLO. O, Perdita, what have we twain forgot? 
Pray you, a word. {talking with her afide, 

CAM. What I do next, mail be, to tell the king 
Of this efcape, and whither they are bound ; 
Wherein, my hope is, I ihall fo prevail, 
To force him after : in whose company 
I (hall review Sicilia ; for whose fight 
I have a woman's lodging. 

FLO. Fortune fpeed us ! 
Thus we fet on, Camilla, to the fea-fide. 

CAM. The fwifter fpeed, the better. 


AvT. I underftand the businefs, I hear it : To have 
an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is ne- 
ceffary for a cut-purfe ; a good nose is requisite alfo, 
to fmell out work for the other fenfes. I fee, this is 
the time that the unjuft man doth thrive. What an 


86 Tbe Winter"! Tale. 

exchange had this been, without boot ? what a boot Is 
here, with this exchange ? Sure, the gods do this year 
connive at us, and we may do any thing extempore. 
The prince himfelf is about a piece of iniquity ; deal- 
ing away from his father, with his clog at his heels : 
If I thought not it were a piece of honefty to acquaint 
the king withal, I would do't : I hold it the more kna- 
very to conceal it ; and therein am I conftant to my 

Enter Clown, and Shepherd. 

Afide, afide ; here is more matter for a hot brain : 
Every lane's end, every fhop, church, feffion, hanging, 
yields a careful man work. 

Clo. See, fee ; what a man you are now ! there is no 
other way, but to tell the king fhe's a changeling, and 
none of your flefh and blood. 
She. Nay, but hear me. 
Clo. Nay, but hear me. 
She. Go to then. 

Clo. She being none of your flem and blood, your 
flefti and blood has not offended the king; and, fo, your 
fiefh and blood is not to be punilh'd by him. Shew 
those things you found about her ; those fecret things, 
all but what me has with her : This being done, let the 
law go whittle ; I warrant you. 

She. I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his 
fon's pranks too ; who, I may fay, is no honeft man, 
neither to his father, nor to me, to go about to make me 
the king's brother-in-law. 

Clo. Indeed, brother-in-law was the fartheft off you 
cpuld have been to him ; and then your blood had beei 
the dearer, by I know not how much an ounce. 

7 would not do't 

The Winter's Tale. 87 

Awr. " Very wisely; puppies ! " 

She. Well ; let us to the king : there is that in this'f 
farthel, will make him fcratch his beard. 

Auf. "1 know not, what impediment this complaint" 
" may be to the flight of my mafter. " 

Clo. Pray heartily, he be at palace. 

Au-r. "Though I am not naturally honeft, I am fo" 
" fometimes by chance : Let me pocket up my pedler's~f~ 
" excrement." How now, ruftiques ? whither are you 
bound ? 

She. To th' palace, an it like your worfhip. 

Auf. Your affairs there ? what ? with whom ? the con- 
dition of that farthel, the place of your dwelling, your 
names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any 
thing that is fitting to be known, difcover. 

Clo. We are but plain fellows, fir. 

Awf. A lie ; you are rough and hairy : Let me have 
no lying ; it becomes none but tradesmen, and they 
often give us foldiers the lie : but we pay them for it 
with ftamped coin, not {tabbing ileel ; therefore they do 
not give us the lie. 

Clo. Your worlhip had like to have given us one, if 
you had not taken yourfelf with the manner. 

She. Are you a courtier, an't like you, fir ? 

AvT '. Whether it like me, or no, I am a courtier. 
See'ft thou not the air of the court, in these enfold- 
ings? hath not my gait in it, the measure of the court? 
receives not thy nose court-odour from me ? refleft I 
not on thy bafenefs, court-contempt ? Think'ft thou, 
for that I infinuate, to toze from thee thy businefs, I 
am therefore no courtier ? I am courtier, cap-a-pe ; and 
one that will either pufh-on, or pluck-back, thy basi- 
s' 5 infinuate, at toaze 


88 The Winter's Tale. 

nefs there : whereupon I command thee to open thy 

She. My businefs, fir, is to the king. 

Avr. What advocate haft thou to him ? 

She. I know not, an't like you. 

Clo. " Advocate's the court word for a pheasant;" 
*' fay, you have none." 

She. None, fir : I have no pheasant, cock,- nor hen. 

Auf. How bleffed are we, that are not fimple men ! 
Yet nature might have made me as these are ; 
Therefore I will not difdain. 

Clo. " This cannot be but a great courtier. " 

She. " His garments are rich, but he wears them 
" not handfomely, " 

Clo. " He feems to be the more noble, in being" 
'* fantaftical : a great man, I'll warrant ; I know, by " 
" the picking on's teeth. " 

Aur. The farthel there ? what's i'th' farthel ? Where- 
fore that box ? 

She. Sir, there lies fuch fecrets in this farthel, and 
box, which none muft know but the king ; and which 
he fhall know within this hour, if J may come to th' 
ipeech of him. 

Aut. Age, thou haft loft thy labour. 

She. Why, fir ? 

Auf. The king is not at the palace ; he is gone aboard 
a new fhip, to purge melancholy, and air himfelf : For, 
if thou be'ft capable of things ferious, thou muft know, 
the king is full of grief. 

She. So 'tis faid, fir ; about his fon, that fhould have 
marry'd a ftiepherd's daughter. 

AUT. If that Ihepherd be not in hand-faft, let him 

T'be Winter i Tale. 89. 

fly; the curfes he fhall have, the tortures he fhall feel, 
will break the back of man, the heart of monfter. 

Cle. Think you fo, fir ? 

Aur. Not he alone (hall fuffer, what wit can make 
heavy, and vengeance bitter ; but those that are ger- 
mane to him, though remov'd fifty times, fhall all 
come under the hangman : which though it be great 
pity, yet it is neceflary. An old fheep-whiftling rogue, 
a ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into 
grace ! Some fay, he fhall be fton'd ; but that death 
is too foft for him, fay I : Draw our throne into a 
fheep-cote ! all deaths are too few, the fharpeft too 

Clo. Has the old man e'er a fon, fir, do you hear, 
an't like you, fir ? 

Aur. He has a fon : who fhall be flay'd alive ; 
then, 'nointed over with honey, fet on the head of a 
wafp's neft ; there ftand, 'till he be three quarters and 
a dram dead : then recover'd again with aqua-vitas, or 
fome other hot infusion : then, raw as he is, and in 
the hotteft day prognoftication proclaims, fhall he be 
fet againft a brick-wall, the fun looking with a fouth- 
ward eye upon him ; where he is to behold him with 
flies blown to death. But what talk we of these trai- 
torly rafcals ; whose miseries are to be fmil'd at, their 
offences being fo capital } Tell me, (for you feem to 
be honeft plain men) what you have to the king : be- 
ing fomething gently confider'd, I'll bring you where 
he is aboard, tender your perfons to his presence, 
whifper him in your behalfs ; and, if it be in man, be- 
fides the king, to effeft your fuits, here is man fhall 
do it. 

18 then ftand 

po The Winter's Tali. 

Clo. " He feems to be of great authority : close n 
' with him, give him gold ; and though authority be " 
' a ftubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with " 
' gold : (hew the infide of your purfe to the outfide of" 
'his hand, and no more ado : Remember, fton'd, and'* 
' flay'd alive." 

She. An't please you, fir, to undertake the businefs 
for us, here "f is that gold I have : I'll make it as much 
more ; and leave this young man in pawn, 'till I bring 
it you. 

dvr. After I have done what I promis'd ? 

She. Ay, fir. 

Avf. Well, give me the moiety : _ Are you a party 
in this businefs ? 

Clo. In fome fort, fir : but, though my cafe be a pi- 
tiful one, I hope, I (hall not be flay'd out of it. 

Avf. O, that's the cafe of the fhepherd's fon : Hang 
him, he'll be made an example. 

Clo. "Comfort, good comfort: We muft to the" 
" king, and {hew our ftrange fights : he muft know, " 
" 'tis none of your daughter, nor my filler ; we are '* 
" gone elfe." _ Sir, I will give you as much as this old 
man does, when the businefs is perform'd ; and remain, 
as he fays, your pawn, 'till it be brought you. 

Awr. I will truft you. Walk before toward the fear 
fide ; go on the right hand ; I will but look upon the 
hedge, and follow you. 

Clo. We are bleff'd in this man, as I may fay, even 

She. Let's before, as he bids us : he was provided 
to do us good. [Exeunt Clown, and Shepherd. 

Avr. If I had a mind to be honeft, I fee, fortune 

inter^ rale. 


would not fuffer me ; fhe drops booties in my mouth. 
I am courted now with a double occasion ; gold, and 
a means to do the prince my matter good ; Which, 
who knows how that may turn back to my advance- 
ment ? I will bring these two moles, these blind 
ones, aboard him : if he think it fit to fhore them 
again, and that the complaint they have to the king 
i concerns him nothing, let him call me, rogue, for 
| being fo far officious ; for I am proof againft that 
title, and what fiiame elfe belongs to't : To him will 
I present them, there may be matter in it. 


AC? v. 

S C E NE I. Sicilia. A Room in Leontes' Palace. 


Lords, and Others. 

CLE. Sir, you have done enough, and have per- 


A faint-like forrow : no fault could you make, 
Which you have not redeem'd ; indeed, pay'd down 
More penitence, than done trefpafs : At the laft, 
Do, as the heavens have done ; forget your evil ; 
With them, forgive yourfelf. 

LEO. Whilft I remember 
Her, and her virtues, I cannot forget 
My blemifhes in them ; and fo Mill think of 
The wrong I did myfelf : which was fo much, 
That heirlefs it hath made my kingdom ; and 
Deflroy'd the Aveet'ft companion, that e'er man 

9 2 Tbe Winter's Tale. 

Bred his hopes cut of. 

PA u. True, too true, my lord : 
If, one by one, you wedded all the world ; 
Or, from the all that are, took fomething good, 
To make a perfect woman ; me, you kill'd, 
Would be unparallel'd. 

LEO. I think fo. Kill'd! 
She I kill'd ! I did fo : but thou ftrik'ft me 
Sorely, to fay I did ; it is as bitter 
Upon thy tongue, as in my thought : Now, good now, 
Say fo but feldom. 

CZE. Not at all, good lady : 

You might have fpoke a thousand things, that would 
Have done the time more benefit, and grac'd 
Your kindnefs better. 

PAV. You are one of those, 
Would have him wed again. 

Dio. If you would not fo, 
You pity not the ftate, nor the remembrance 
Of his moft fovereign name ; confider little, 
What dangers, by his highnefs' fail of iflue, 
May drop upon his kingdom, and devour 
Jncertain lookers-on. What were more holy, 
Than to rejoice the former queen ? This will : 
What holier, than, for royalty's repair, 
For present comfort, and for future good, 
To blefs the bed of majefty again 
With a fweet fellow to't ? 

PA u. There is none worthy, 
Refpefting her that's gone. Befides, the gods 
Will have fulfill'd their fecret purposes : 
For has not the divine Apollo faid, 

* v. Nate. *+ Queene is well ? 

The Winter's Tale, 93 

Js't not the tenor of his oracle, 

That king Leontes fhall not have an heir, 

'Till his loft child be found ? which, that it fhall, 

Is all as monftrous to our human reason, 

As my Antigonui to break his grave, 

And come again to me ; who, on my life, 

Did perifh with the infant. 'Tis your counfel, 

My lord mould to the heavens be contrary, 

Oppose againft their wills. _ Care not for iflue ; 

The crown will find an heir : Great Alexander 

Left his to the worthieft ; fo his fucceflbr 

Was like to be the belt. 

LEO. ^TJjOU good Paulina, 
Who haft the memory of Hermione, 
I know, in honour, o, that ever I 
Had fquar'd me to thy counfel ! then, even now, 
I might have look'd upon my queen's full eyes ; 
Have taken treasure from her lips, 

PAU. And left them 
More rich, for what they yielded. 

LEO. Thou fpeak'ft truth. 

No more fuch wives ; therefore, no wife: one worfe, 
And better us'd, would make her fainted fpirit 
Again possefs her corps ; and, on this ftage, 
Where we offenders now appear, foul-vext 
Begin, And ivhy to me? 

PAU. Had fhe fuch power, 
She had juft cause. 

LEO. She had ; and would incenfe me 
To murther her I marry 'd. 

PA u. I mould fo : 
Were I the ghoft that walk'd, I'd bid you, mark 

* And begin, juft fuch caufe 

94 The Winter's Tale. 

Her eye ; and tell me, for what dull part in't 
You chose her : then I'd fhriek, that even your ears 
Should rift to hear me ; and the words that fbllow'd 
Should be, Remember mine. 

LEO. Stars, terr ftars ; 

And all eyes elfe, dead coals l^fear thou no wife ; 
I'll have no wife, Paulina. 

PAU. Will you fwear 
Never to marry, but by my free leave ? 

LEO. Never, Paulina ; fo be blefPd my fpirit! 

PA v. Then, good my lords, bear witnefs to his oath. 

CLE. You tempt him over-much. 

PAU. Unlefs another, 
As like Hermione as is her picture, 
Affront his eye. 

CLE. Good madam, 

PAU. I have done. 

Yet, if my lord will marry, _ if you will, fir ; 
No remedy, but you will; give me the office, 
To choose you a queen : me mall not be fo young 
As was your former ; but me mail be fuch, 
As, walk'd your firft queen's ghoft, it mould take joy 
To fee her in your arms. 

LEO. My true Paulina, 
We mall not marry, 'till thou bid'ft us. 

PAU. That 

Shall be, when your firft queen's again in breath; 
Never till then. 

Enter a Gentleman. 

Gen. One that gives out himfelf prince FlorizeU 
Son of Polixenes, with his princefs, ((he 
The fair'ft I have yet beheld) desires accefa 

7 V. Nttt. 

The Winter 3 Tale. 95 

To your high presence. 

LEO. What with him ? he comes not 
Like to his father's greatnefs : his approach, 
So out of circumftance, and fudden, tells us, 
'Tis not a visitation fram'd, but forc'd 
By need, and accident. What train ? 

Gen. But few, 
And those but mean. 

LEO. His princefs, fay you, with him ? 

Gen. Ay ; the moft peerlefs piece of earth, I think, 
That e'er the fun fhone bright on. 

PAU. ,O Hermione, 

As every present time doth boaft itfelf 
Above a better, gone ; fo muft thy grave 
Give way to what's feen now. Sir, you youHelf 
Have faid, and writ fo ; but your writing now 
Is colder than that theme : She had not been, 
Nor 'was not to be equaled, ~ thus your verfe 
Flow'd with her beauty once; 'tis fhrewdly ebb'd, 
To fay, you have feen a better. 

Gen. Pardon, madam : 
The one I have almoft forgot ; (your pardon) 
The other, when (he has obtain'd your eye, 
Will have your tongue too. This is a creature, 
Would me begin a fed, might quench the zeal 
Of all profeflbrs elfe ; make profelites 
Of who me but bid follow. 

PA v. How ? not women ? 

Gen. Women will love her, that me is a woman 
More worth than any man ; men, that fhe is 
The rareft of all women. 

Lzo, Go, Cleemena j 

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Yourfelf, affifted with your honour'd friends, 
Bring them to our embracement. - Still 'tis ftrange/ 

\Exeunt CLEOMENES, Lords, and Gentleman. 
He thus mould fteal upon us. 

PA u. Had our prince 

(jewel of children) feen this hour, he had pair'd 
Well with this lord ; there was not full a month 
Between their births. 

LEO. Pr'ythee, no more ; ceafe ; thou know'ft, 
He dies to me again, when talk'd of: fure, 
When I (hall fee this gentleman, thy fpeeches 
Will bring me to confider that, which may 
Unfurnilh me of reason. _ They are come. _ 
Re-enter Cleomenes, &c. with 

Your mother was moft true to wedlock, prince ; 
For me did print your royal father off, 
Conceiving you : Were I but twenty one, 
Your father's image is fo hit in you, 
His very air, that I mould call you brother, 
As I did him ; and fpeak of fomething, wildly 

By us performed before. Moft dearly welcome; 

And your fair princefs, Goddefs ! O, alas, 

I loft a couple, that 'twixt heaven and earth 
Might thus have flood, begetting wonder, as 
You, gracious couple, do ! and then I loft 
(All mine own folly) the fociety, 
Amity too, of your brave father; whom, 
Though bearing misery, I desire my life 
Once more to look on. 

FLO. Sir, by his command 
Have I here touch'd Sicilia ; and from him 

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Give you all greetings, that a king, at friend, 

Can fend his brother : and, but infirmity 

(Which waits upon worn times) hath fomething feiz'd 

His wifli'd ability, he had himfelf 

The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his 

Measur'd, to look upon you ; whom he loves 

(He bad me fay fo) more than all the fcepters, 

And those that bear them, living. 

LEO. O my brother, 

(Good gentleman) the wrongs, I have done thee, ftir 
Afrefh within me ; and these thy offices, 
So rarely kind, are as interpreters 
Of my behind-hand flacknefs !_. Welcome hither, 
As is the fpring to the earth. And hath he too 
Expos'd this paragon to the fearful usage 
(At leaft, ungentle) of the dreadful Neptune, 
To greet a man, not worth her pains ; much lefs 
The adventure of her perfon . ? 

FLO. Good my lord, 
She came from Libia. 

LEO. Where the warlike Smalus, 
That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd, and lov'd ? 

FLO. Moft royal fir, from thence ; from him, whose 


His tears proclaim'd his, parting with her : thence 
(A profperous fouth-wind friendly) we have crofPd, 
To execute the charge my father gave me, 
For visiting your highnefs : My beft train 
I have from your Sicilian mores difmiiT'd ; 
Who for Bohemia bend, to fignify 
Not only my fuccefs in Libia, fir, 
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Here, where we Ijappifg are. 

LEO. The bleffed gods 
Purge all infe&ion from our air, whilft you 
Do climate here ! You have a holy father, 
A graceful gentleman ; againft whose perfon, 
So facred as it is, I have done fin : 
For which the heavens, taking angry note, 
Have left me iffue-lefs ; and your father's blefT'd 
(As he from heaven merits it) with you, 
Worthy his goodnefs. What might I have been, 
Might I a fon and daughter now have look'd on, 
Such goodly things as you ? 

Enter a Lord. 

Lor. Moft noble fir, 

That, which I Jhall report, will bear no credit, 
Were not the .proof fo nigh. Please you, great fir, 
Bohemia greets you from himfelf, by me : 
Desires you to attach his fon ; who has 
(His dignity and duty both caft off) 
Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with 
A ftiepherd's daughter. 

LEO. Where's Bohemia? fpeak. 

Lor. Here in your city ; [ now came from him 
1 fpeak amazedly ; and it becomes 
My marvel, and my meffage. To your court 
Whiles he was haft'ning, (in the chace, it feems, 
Of this fair couple) meets he on the way 
The father of this feeming lady, and 
Her brother, having both their country quitted 
With this young prince. 

Fto. Camilla has betray'd me ; 
V/hose honour, and whose honefty, till now 

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Endur'd all weathers. 

Lor. Lay't fo, to his charge ; 
He's with the king your father. 

LEO. Who ? Camilla ? 

Lor. Camilla, fir ; I fpake with him ; who now 
Has these poor men in queition. Never faw I 
Wretches fo quake : they kneel, they kifs the earth ; 
Forfwear themfelves as often as they fpeak : 
Bohemia flops his ears, and threatens them 
With divers deaths in death. 

PER. O my poor father !_ 
The heaven lets fpies upon us, will not have 
Our contract celebrated. 

LEO. You are marry'd ? 

FLO. We are not, fir, nor are we like to be; 
The flars, I fee, will kifs the valleys firft: 
The odds for high and low's alike. 

LEO. My lord, 
Is this the daughter of a king ? 

FLO. She is, 
When once flie is my wife. 

LEO.' That once, I fee, by your good father's fpeedi 
Will come on very flowly. I am forry, 
Moft forry, you have broken from his liking, 
Where you were ty'd in duty : and as forry, 
Your choice is not fo rich in worth, as beauty, 
That you might well enjoy her. 

FLO. Dear, look up: 
Though fortune, visible an enemy r 
Should chafe us, with my father; power no jot 
Hath fhe, to change our loves. _ 'Befeech you, fir, 
Remember fince you ow'd no more to time 

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Than I do now : with thought of fuch affections, 
Step forth mine advocate ; at your requeft, 
My father will grant precious things, as trifles. 

LEO. Would he do fo, I'd beg your precious miftrefs, 
Which he counts but a trifle. 

Pjtu. Sir, my liege, 

Your eye hath too much youth in't : not a month 
'Fore your queen dy'd, {he was more worth fueh gazes 
Than what you look on now. 

LEO. I thought of her, 

Even in these looks I made But your petition 
Is yet unanfwerM : I will to your father; 
Your honour not o'er- thrown by your desires, 
I am friend to them, and you : upon which errand 
I now go toward him ; therefore, follow me, 
And mark what way I make : Come, good my lord. 


SCENE II. The fame. Before the Palace. 
Enter AUTOLICUS, and a Gentleman. 

Awr. 'Befeech you, fir, were you present at this re- 
lation ? 

i . G. I was by at the opening of the farthel, heard 
the old Qiepherd deliver the manner how he found it : 
whereupon, after a little amazednefs, we were all com- 
manded out of the chamber ; only this, methought, I 
heard the (hepherd fay, he found the child. 

AuT. I would moft gladly know the iffue of it. 

I. G. I make a broken delivery of the businefs ; 
But the changes I perceived in the king, and Camilla, 
were very notes of admiration : they feem'd almoft, with 
flaring on one another, to tear the cafes of their eyes ; 

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there was fpeech in their dumbnefs, language in their 
very geilure ; they look'd, as they had heard of a world 
ranfom'd, or one deftroy'd : A notable paffion of wonder 
appeared in them : but the wiseft beholder, that knew 
no more but feeing, could not fay, if the importance 
were joy, or forrow ; but in the extremity of the one, 
it mud needs be. 

Enter another Gentleman. 

Here comes a gentleman, that happily knows more : 

The news, Rogero ? 

2. G. Nothing but bonfires : The oracle is fulfil'd ; 
the king's daughter is found : fuch a deal of wonder is 
broken out within this hour, that ballad-makers cannot 
be able to exprefs it. 

Enter a third Gentleman. 

Here comes the lady Paulina's fte ward, he can deliver you 
more. _ How goes it now, fir ? this news (which is call'd 
true) is fo like an old tale, that the verity of it is in ftrong 
fufpition : Has the king found his heir ? 

3. G. Moll true ; if ever truth were pregnant by cir- 
curaflances : that, which you hear, you'll fwear, you 
fee ) there is fuch unity in the proofs. The mantle of 
queen Hermione 1 ^ ; her jewel about the neck of it; the 
letters of Antigonm> found with it, which they know 
to be his character ; the majefty of the creature, in 
resemblance of the mother ; the affeftion of noblenefs, 
which nature {hews above her breeding, and many other 
evidences, proclaim her, with all certainty, to be the 
king's daughter. Did you fee the meeting of the two 
kings ? 

2. G. No. 

3 . G. Then have you loft a fight, which was to be 

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feen, cannot be fpoken of. There might you have 
beheld one joy crown another ; fo, and in fuch man- 
ner, that, it feem'd, forrow wept to take leave of them ; 
for their joy waded in tears. There was cafting up of 
eyes, holding up of hands ; with countenance of fuch 
diftradtion, that they were to be known by garment, 
not by favour. Our king, being ready to' leap out of 
himfelf for joy of his found daughter ; as if that joy 
were now become a lofs, cries, O, thy mother, thy mo- 
ther ! then afes Bohemia forgivenefs ; then embraces 
his fon-in-law ; then, again, worries he his daughter, 
with clipping her : now he thanks the old (hepherd ; 
which ftands by, like a weather-beaten conduit of many 
kings' reigns. I never heard of fuch another encounter; 
which lames report to follow it, and undoes defcription 
to do it. 

2. G. What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that 
carry'd hence the child ? 

3. G. Like an old tale ftill ; which will have matter 
to rehe^rfe, though credit be afleep, and not an ear 
open : He was torn to pieces with a bear : this 
avouches the fhepherd's fon ; who has not only his 
innocence (which feems much) tojuftify him, but u 
handkerchief, and rings, of his, that Paulina knows. 

i. G. What became of his bark, and his followers ? 

3. G. Wreckt, the fame inftant of their mailer's 
death ; and in the view of the Ihepherd : fo that all 
the inftruments, which aided to expose the child, were 
even then loit, when it was found. But, o, the noble 
combat, that, 'twixt joy and forrow, was fought in 
Paulina! She had one eye declin'd, for the lofs of her 
Husband ; another elevated, that the oracle was fjul- 

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fil'd : She lifted the princefs from the earth ; and fo 
locks her in embracing, as if me would pin her to 
her heart, that fhe might no more be in danger of 

i . G. The dignity of this aft was worth the audience 
of kings and princes ; for by fuch was it a&ed. 

3. G. One of the prettieit touches of all, and that 
which angl'd for mine eyes, (caught the water, though 
not the fifn) was, when at the relation of the queen's 
death, with the manner how ihe came to't, (bravely 
confefTd, and lamented, by the king) how attentive- 
nefs wounded his daughter: 'till, from one fign of 
dolour to another, (he did, with an, alas, I would fain 
fay, bleed tears ; for, I am fure, my heart wept blood. 
Who was moft marble there, changed colour ; fome 
fwooned, all forrowed : if all the world could have 
feen't, the woe had been univerfal. 

1 . G. Are they return'd to the court ? 

3. G. No : The princefs hearing of her mother's 
flatue, which is in the keeping of Paulina, a piece 
many years in doing, and now newly perform'd, by 
that rare Italian mafter, Julio Romano ; who, had he 
himfelf eternity, and could put breath into his wqrk, 
would beguile nature of her cuftom, fo perfectly is he 
her ape : he fo near to Hermione hath done Hermione, 
that, they fay, one would fpeak to her, and ftand 
in hope of anfwer : thither, with all greedinefs of 
affedlion, are they gone ; and there they intend to 

2. G. I thought, fhe had fome great matter there in 
hand ; for fhe hath privately, twice or thrice a day, 
ever fince the death of Uerwione, visited that remov'd 

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houfe. Shall we thither, and with our company piece 
the rejoicing ? 

i . G. Who would be thence, that has the benefit of 
accefs ? every wink of an eye, foine new grace will be 
born : our abfence makes us unthrifty to our knowledge. 
Let's along. [Exeunt Gentlemen. 

Awr. Now, had I not the dafh of my former life 
in me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought 
the old man and his fon aboard the prince; told him, 
I heard them talk of a farthel, and I know not what : 
but he at that time over-fond of the fhepherd's daugh- 
ter, (fo he then took her to be) who began to be much 
fea fick, and himfelf little better, extremity of wea- 
ther continuing, this myftery remain'd undifcover'd. 
But 'tis all one to me : for had I been the finder-out 
of this fecret, it would not have relifh'd among my 
other difcredjts. 

Enter Shepherd, and Clown. 

Here come those I have done good to againfl my 
will, and already appearing in the bloffoms of their 

She. Come, boy ; I am paft more children ; but thy 
fons and daughters will be all gentlemen born. 

Clo. You are well met, fir : You deny'd to fight 
with me this other day, because I was no gentleT 
man born : See you these cloths ? fay, you fee them 
not, and think me ftill no gentleman born : you were 
belt fay, these robes are not gentlemen born. Give 
me the lie ; do ; and try whether 1 am not now a gen- 
tleman born. 

jduT. I know, you are now, fir, -a gentleman born. 

Clo. Ay, and have been fo any time these four hours. . 

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S&e. And fo have I, boy. 

Clo. So you have : but I was a gentleman born 
before my father : for the king's fon took me by the 
hand, and call'd me, brother; and then the two kings 
call'd my father, brother ; and then the prince, my 
brother, and the princefs, my lifter, call'd my father, 
father ; and fo we wept : and there was the firft gentle- 
man-like tears that ever we fhed. 

She. We may live, fon, to fhed many more. 

Clo. Ay ; or elfe 'twere hard luck, being in fo pre- 
pollerous eftate as we are. 

Avf. I humbly befeech you, fir, to pardon me all 
the faults I have committed to your worfhip, and to 
give me your good report to the prince my mafler. 

She. Pr'ythee, fon, do ; for we mufl be gentle, now 
we are gentlemen. 

Clo. Thou wilt amend thy life? 

Avf. Ay, an it like your good worfhip. 

Clo. Give me thy hand ' I will fwear to the prince, 
thou art as honeft a true fellow as any is in Bohemia. 

She. You may fay it, but not fwear it. 

Clo. Not fwear it, now I am a gentleman ? Let 
boors and franklins fay it, I'll fwear it. 

She. How if it be falfe, fon ? 

Clo. If it be ne'er fo falfe, a true gentleman may 

fwear it, in the behalf of his friend : And I'll fwear 

to the prince, thou art a tall fellow of thy hands, and 
that thou wilt not be drunk ; but I know, thou art no 
tall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt be drunk ; 
but I'll fwear it : and, I would, thou would'ft be a tall 
fellow of thy hands. 

Avr. I will prove fo, fir, to my power. 

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Clo. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow : If I do 
not wonder, how thou dar'ft venture to be drank, not 

being a tall fellow, truft me not. Hark ! the kings 

and the princes, our kindred, are going to fee the 
queen's pifture._Come, follow us: we'll be thy good 
matters. [Exeunt. 

S CENE III. The fame. A Chapel in Paulina'j Ho ufe: 

at upper End, a Nicb ; a Curtain befcr: it. Enter 



I.EO. O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort 
That I have had of thee ! 

PAV. What, fovereign fir, 
f did not well, I meant well: All my fervices, 
You have pay'd home : but that you have vouchfaPd, 
With yonr crown'd brother, and these your contrafted 
Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor houfe to visit; 
It is a furplus of your grace, which never 
My life may laft to anfwer. 

L 0. O Paulina, 

We honour you with trouble : Bat we came 
To fee the ftatue of our queen : your gallery 
Have we paff'd through, not without much content 
In many fmgularities ; but we favv not 
That which my daughter came to look upon, 
The ftatue of her mother. 

PJV. As ihe liv'd peerlefs, 
So her dead likenefs, I do well believe, 
Excels whatever yet you look'd upon, 
Or hand of man hath done ; therefore I keep it 
Loaely, apart : But here it is : prepare 

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To fee the life as lively mock'd, as ever 

Still fleep mock'd death : behold ; and fay, 'tis well. 

\taubrafwt the Curtain ; H E R M i o N E it 
feen behind it, hi P oft lire of a Statue. 
I like your filence, it the more mews oft" 
Your wonder : But yet fpeak ; firft, you, my liege, 
Comes it not fomething near ? 

LEO. Her natural pofture ! 

Chide me, dear ftone ; that I may fay, indeed, 
Thou a.rt Hermione : or, rather, thou art (he, 
In thy not chiding ; for ihe was as tender, 

As infancy, and grace But yet, Paidina, 

Hermione was not fo much wrinkl'd ; nothing 
So aged, as this feems. 

POL. O, not by much. 

PAU. So much the more our carver's excellence ; 
Which lets go-by fome fixteen years, and makes her 
As me liv'd now. 

LEO. As now me might have done, 
So much to my good comfort, as it is 
Now piercing to my foul. O, thus me flood, 
Even withfuch life of majefty, (warm life, 
As now it coldly (lands) when firft I woo'd her ! 
I am afham'd : Does not the ftone rebuke me, 
For being more ftone than it ?_O, royal piece, 
There's magick in thy majefty ; which has 
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and 
From thy admiring daughter took the fpirits, 
Standing like ftone with thee ! 

PER. And give me leave. 
And do not fay, 'tis fuperftition, that 
I kneel, and then implore her bleffing. _ Lady, 

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Dear queen, that ended when I but began, 
Give me that hand of yours, to kifs. 

PAU. O, patience; 

The ftatue is but newly fix'd, the colour's 
Not dry. Lft a y its S Perdita. 

CAM. My lord, your forrow was too fore lay'd on ; 
Which fixteen winters cannot blow away, 
So many fummers dry : fcarce any joy 
Did ever fo long live ; no forrow, fir, 
But kill'd itfelf much fooner. 

POL. Dear my brother, 

Let him, that was the cause of this, have power 
To take off fo much grief from you, as he 
Will piece up in himfelf. 

PAV. Indeed, my lord, 
If I had thought, the fight of my poor image 
Would thus have wrought you, (for the ftone is mine) 
I'd not have (hew'd it. 

LEO. Do not draw the curtain. 

PA u. No longer mail you gaze on't ; left your fancy 
May think anon, it moves. 

LEO. Let be, let be. 

'Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already 
What was he, that did make it ?_See, my lord, 
Would you not deem, it breath'd ! and that those veins 
Did verily bear blood ? 

POL. Mafterly done: 
The very life feems warm upon her lip. 

LEO. The fixure of her eye has motion in't, 
And we are mock'd with art. 

PA u. I'll draw the curtain ; 
My lord's almoft fo far tranfported, that 

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He'll think anon, it lives. 

LEO. O fweet Paulina, 
Make me to think fo twenty years together; 
No fettl'd fenfes of the world can match 
The pleasure" of that madnefs. Let't alone. 

PAU. I am forry, fir, I have thus far iHr'd you : but 
I could afflift you farther. 

LEO. Do, Paulina; 
For this affliction has a tafte as fweet 
As any cordial comfort Still, methinks, 
There is an air comes from her : What fine chizel 
Could ever yet cut breath ? Let no man mock me, 
For I will kifs her. 

PAV. Good my lord, forbear : 
The ruddinefs upon her lip is wet ; 
You'll mar it, if you kifs it; ftain your own 
With oily painting : Shall I draw the curtain ? 

LEO. No, not these twenty years. 

PER. So long could I 
Stand by, a looker-on. 

PAV. Either forbear, 

Quit presently the chapel ; or resolve you 
For more amazement : If you can behold it, 
I'll make the ftatue move indeed ; defcend, 
And take yo by the hand : but then you'll think, 
(Which I proteft againft) I am affifted 
By wicked powers. 

LEO. What you can make her do, 
I am content to look on : what to {peak, 
J am content to hear ; for 'tis as easy 
To make her fpeak, as move. 

PAV. It is requir'd, 

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You do awake your faith : Then, all frand (till ; 
Or, those, that think it is unlawful businefs 
I am about, let them depart. 

LEO. Proceed ; 
No foot fhall ftir. 

PAU. Musick ; awake her : ftrike [Mustek 

'Tis time ; defcend ; be (tone no more : approach ; 
Strike all that look upon with marvel : Come ; 
I'll fill your grave up : ftir ; nay, come away ; 
Bequeath to death your numbnefs, for from him 
Dear life redeems you. _ You perceive, fhe ftirs : 

[Her mi one ccmes from her Pedejlal. 
Start not ; her aftions (hall be holy, as, 
You hear, my fpell is lawful : do not fhun her* 
Until you fee her die again ; for then 
You kill her double : Nay, present your hand : 
When (he was young, you woo'd her ; now, in age, 
Is (he become the fuitor ? 

LEO. O, (he's warm ! 
If this be magick, let it be an art 
Lawful as eating. 

POL. She embraces him. 

CAM. She hangs about his neck ; 
If me pertain to life, let her fpeak too. 

PoLt, Ay, and make't manifell where flic has liv'dj 
Or how ftoln from the dead. 

PAU. That (he is living, 
Were it but told you, mould be hooted at 
Like an old tale ; but it appears, (he lives, 

Though yet (he fpeak not. Mark a little while 

Please you to interpose, fair madam ; kneel, 

And pray your mother's blefling :_^.Turn, good lady; 

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Our PerJita is found. 

HER. You gods, look down, 
And from your facred vials pour your graces 
Upon my daughter's head ! Tell me, mine own, 
Where haft thou been preserved ? where liv'd ? how found 
Thy father's court ? for thou (halt hear, that I, 
Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle 
Gave hope, thou waft in being, have preserved 
Myfelf, to fee the iflue. 

PAU. There's time enough for that ; 
Left they desire, updn this pulh, to trouble 
Your joys with like relation. _ Go together, 
You precious winners all ; your exultation 
Partake to every one : I, an old turtle, 
Will wing me to fome wither'd bough ; and ihere 
My mate, that's never to be found again, 
Lament, 'till I am loft. 

LKO. O, peace, Paulina ; 
Thou ftiould'ft a husband take by my confent, 
As I by thine a wife : this is a match, 
And made between's by vows. Thou haft found mine ; 
But how, is to be queftion'd : for I faw her, 
As I thought, dead ; and have, in vain, faid many 
A prayer upon her grave : I'll not feek far, 
(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee 
An honourable husband : Come, Camilla, 
And take her by the hand : whose worth, and honefly, 
Is richly noted ; and here juftify'd 

By us, a pair of kings. Let's from this place. _ 

What, look upon my brother ? both your pardons, 
That e'er I put between your holy looks 
My ill fufpicion. _ This ~]~ yowr fon in-hw, 

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And fon unto the king ; who, heavens directing, 
Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina, 
Lead us from hence ; where we may leisurely 
Each one demand, and anfvver to his part 
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, fmce firft 
We were diflever'd : Haftily lead away. [Exeunt. 



4 Macbeth. 

a Soldier meeting them. 

DVN. What bloody man is that ? He can report, 
As feemeth by his plight, of the revolt 
The neweft ftate. 

MAL. This is the ferjeant, 
Who like a good and hardy foldier fought 

'Gainft my captivity : Hail, hail, brave friend! 

Say to the king the knowledge of the broil, 
As thou did'ft leave it. 

Sol. Doubtful it flood ; 

As two fpent fwimmers, that do cling together, 
And choak their art. The mercilefs Macdonel 
(Worthy to be a rebel ; for, to that, 
The multiplying villanies of nature 
Do fwarm updn him) from the weftern ifles 
Of Kernes and Gallom-glaffes is fupply'd ; 
And fortune, on his damned quarrel fmiling, 
Shew'd like a rebel's whore : But all's too weak : 
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name) 
Difdaining fortune, with his brandifht fteel, 
Which fmok'd with bloody execution, 
(Like valour's minion) carved out hispaflage, 
'Till he I;aH fac'd the flave : 
And ne'er (hook hands, nor bad farewel to him, 
'Till he unfeam'd him from the nave to the chops, 
And fix'd his head upon our battlements. 

DUN. O valiant cousin, worthy gentleman ! 

SoL As whence the fun 'gins his reflection 
Shipwrecking ftorms and direful thunders break ; 
So from that fpring, whence comfort feem'd to come, 
Difcomfort wells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: 
Nofooner juftice had, with valour arm'd, 

7 Quarry a + Which nev'r *9 breaking 3i Difcomfort fwells. 

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Compell'd these flopping Kernes to truft their heels ; 
But the Noriueyan lord, furveying vantage, 
With furbifht arms, and new fupplies of men, 
Began a frem aflault. 

DUN. Difmay'd not this 
Our captains, btatiC Macbeth and Banquo ? 

Sol. Yes ; 

As fparrows, eagles ; or the hare, the lion. 
If I fay footh, I muft report they were 
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks ; 
So they doubly redoubl'd ftrokes on the foe : 
Except they meant to bath in reeking wounds, 
Or memorize another Go'/gotba, 
I cannot tell : 
But I am faint, my gafhes cry for help. 

DUN. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds ; 
They fmack of honour both : Go, get him furgeons. 
[Exeunt Some with the Soldier, 
T&ut who comes here ? 

Enter ROSSE, and Angus. 

MAL . The worthy thane of Rofle. [he look, 

LEN. What hafte looks through his eyes ! So mould 
That feems to fpeak things ftrange. 

Ros. God fave the king ! 

DUN. Whence cam'ft thou, worthy thane ? 

Ro s. From Fife, great king ; 
Where the Noriueyan banners flout the fey, 
And fan our people cold. 
Norway, himfelf with numbers terrible, 
Affifted by that moft difloyal traitor 
The thane of Canudor, began a dismal conflict : 
'Till that Bellona?s bridegroom, lapt in proof, 

** terrib.l? numbers 

6 Macbeth. 

Confronted him with felf companions, 
Point againft point rebellious, arm 'gainft arm, 
Curbing his lavifh fpirit : And to conclude, 
The viftory fell on us. 

Dun. Great happinefs ! [tion : 

Ros. Now Sweno, Norway's king, craves composi- 
Nor would we deign him burial of his men, 
'Till he difburfed, at faint Colme's hill, 
Ten thousand dollars to our general ufe. 

Dun. No more that thane of Ca*wdor lhall deceive 
Our bosom intereft : _Go, pronounce his present death, 
And with his former title greet Macbeth. 

Ros. I'll fee it done. 

DUN. What he hath loft, noble Macbeth hath won. 


SCENE III. 4 Heath. 
Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 

1 . W. Where haft thou been, fifter ? 

2. W. Killing fwine. 

3. W. Sifter, where thou? 

l.W.h failor's wife had chefauts in her lap, [quoth I : 
And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht; Give me, 
Aroint thee, witch, the rump-fed ronyon cries. 
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, matter o'the tiger : 
But in a five I'll thither fail. 
And, like a rat without a tail, 
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. 

2. W. I'll give thee a wind, 
i . W. Thou'rt kind. 

3. W. And I another. 

\.W.\ myfelf have all the other ; 

6 That now SIOMO, the Norwayes 

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And the very points they blow, 
All the quarters that they know 
I'the (hip-man's card. 
I'll drain him dry as hay : 
Sleep mall, neither night nor day, 
Hang upon his pent-houfe lid ; 
He lhall live a man forbid : 
Weary fev'n-nights, nine times nine, 
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine: 
Though his bark cannot be loft, 
Yet it (hall be tempeft-toft. 
Look what I have. 

2. W. Shew me, mew me. 

i . W. Here I have a pilot's thumb, 
Wreckt, as homeward he did come. [Drum within, 

3. W. A drum, a drum ; 
Macbeth doth come. 

all. The weird fifters, hand in hand, 
Pofters of the fea and land, 
Thus do go about, about ; 
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, 
And thrice again, to make up nine : 
Peace, the charm's wound up. 

Enter MACBETH, <aW B A N qj; o , journeying ; 
Soldiers, and Others, at a Diflance, 

MAC*. So foul and fair a day I have not feen. 

BAN. How far is't call'd to Forts ? What are these, 
So wither'd, and fo wild in their attire ; 
That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, 
And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you ought 
That man may queftion ? You feem to underiland me, 
By each at once her choppy finger laying 

1 Ports *7 to Soris ? 

U 4 

8 Macbeth. 

Upon her fkinny lips : You fhould be women, 
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret 
That you are fo. 

Mxc*. Speak, if you can ; What are you? 

1. W, All-hail, Macbeth! \iz\\ to thee, thane of G/W/'j/ 

2. W. AU-hail,Mflr^//&/hailtothee,thaneofCfl t u;d!0r/ 

3. W. All-hail, Macbeth! that fhalt be king hereafter. 
BAN . Good fir, why do you ftart ; and feem to fear 

Things that do found fo fair ? I'the name of truth, 

Are ye fantaftical, or that indeed 

Which outwardly ye fliew ? My noble partner 

You greet with present grace, and great prediction 

Of noble having, and of royal hope, 

That he feems rapt withal ; to me you fpeak not : 

If you can look into the feeds of time, 

And fay, which grain will grow, and which will not ; 

Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, 

Your favours, nor your hate. 

1. W. Hail! 

2. W. Hail! 

3. IV. Hail! 

1 . W m LefTer than Macbeth, and greater. 

2. W. Not fo happy, yet much happier. 

3. W. Thou fhalt get kings, though thou be none: 
So, all-hail, Macbeth, and Banquo ! 

I. 2, Banquo, and Macbeth, all-hail! . 

MAC". Stay, you imperfeft ipeakers, tell me more : 
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis ; 
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Ca-ivdor lives, 
A profperous gentleman : and, to be king, 
Stands not within the profpeft of belief, 
No more than to be Cawdor. Sav, from whence 

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You owe this ftrange intelligence ? or why 
Upon this blafted heath you flop our way 
With fuch prophetick greeting ? Speak, I charge you. 

[Witches <vanijh. 

BAN. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, 
And these are of them : Whither are they vanim'd ? 

MAC". Into the air; and what feem'd corporal 1 , melted, 
As breath into the wind. 'Would they had ftay'd ! 

BAN. Were fuch things here, as we do fpeak about? 
Or have we eaten o' the infane root, 
That takes the reason prisoner ? 

MAC*. Your children mall be kings. 

BAH. You mall be king. 

MAC*. And thane of Cawdor too ; Went it not fo ? 

BAN. To the felf-fame tune, and words. Who's here? 
Enter Ro s s E , and ANGUS. 

Ros. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, 
The news of thy fuccefs : and when he reads 
Thy perfonal venture in the rebels' fight, 
His wonders and his praises do contend, 
Which mould be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that, 
In viewing o'er the reft o'the felf-fame day, 
He finds thee in the ftout Norweyan ranks ; 
Nothing afeard of what thyfelf did'ft make, 
Strange images of death. As thick as hail, 
Came port on port ; and every one did bear 
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, 
And pour'd them down before him. 

dNG. We are fent, 

To give thee, from our royal matter, thanks ; 
Only to herald thee into his fight, 
Not pay thee. 

16 as Talc J Can poft with poft 

io Macbeth. 

Ros. And, for an earneft of a greater honour, 
He bad me, from him, call thee thane of Candor : 
In which addition, hail, molt worthy thane ! 
For it is thine. 

BAN. " What, can the devil fpeak true ?" [me 

MAC*. The thane of Cavcdor lives ; Why do you drefs 
In borrow'd robes ? 

AUG. Who was the thane, lives yet; 
But unJer heavy judgment bears that life, 
Which he deserx'es to lose, Whether he was 
Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel 
With hidden help and vantage ; or that with both 
He labonr'd in his country's wreck, I know not ; 
But treasons capital, confefTd, andprov'd, 
Have overthrown him. 

MAC*. " G/amis, and thane of Ca-ivSor : " 

"The greateft is behind." Thanks for your pains. _ 

" Do you not hope your children lhall be kings," 

" When those, that gave the thane of Canudor to me, " 

" Promis'd no lefs to them r " 

BAN. "That, trufted home, " 
" Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, " 
" Befides the thane of Cawdnr. But 'tis ftrange : " 
" And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, " 
'* The inftruments of darknefs tell us truths ; 5> 
" Win us with honeft trifles, to betray us" 

*' In deepeft confequence." Cousins, a word, I pray you. 

[talks with RoiTe and Angus apart. 

"M.AC b . " Two truths are told," 
" As happy prologues to the fwellingaft" 
" Of the imperial theme." I thank you, gentlemen.. 
" This fupernatural folliciting" 

1 * with thofe of Norwajf 

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Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : If ill, " 

Why hath it given me earneft of fuccefs, " 

Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdcr : " 

If good, why do I yield to that fuggeftion " 

Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, " 

And make my feated heart knock at my ribs, " 

Againft the ufe of nature? Present fears" 

Are lefs than horrible imaginings : " 

My thought, whose murther yet is but fantaftical, " 

Shakes fo my iingle ftate of man, that function " 

Is fmother'd in furmise ; and nothing is, " 

But what is not. " 

B^IN. Look, how our partner's rapt. [crown me" 

MAC*. " Ifchance willhave me king,\vhy, chance may 

"Without my itir." 
BAN. New honours come upon him 

Like our ftrange garments ; cleave not to their mold, 

But with the aid of ufe. 

MAC*. " Come, what come may : " 

" Time and the hour runs through the rougheft day. " 
BAN. Worthy Macbeth, we ftay upon yourieisure. 
MAC*". Givemeyourfavour:mydullbrainwas wrought 

With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains 

Are regifter'd where every day I turn 

The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king 

" Think upon what hath chanc'd ; and, at more time," 

" The interim having weigh'd it, let us fpeak " 

"Our free hearts each to other. " 
BAX. " Very gladly. " 
MAC". " 'Till then, enough. "_Come, friends. 


i2 Macbeth. 

SCENE IV. Foris. A Room in the Palace. 

Flourijh. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, Donalbain, 
Lenox, and Attendants. 

DUN. Is execution done on CaiuJor? Are not 
Those in commiffion yet return'd ? 

MAL . My liege, 

They are not yet come back. But I have fpoke 
With one that faw him dye : who did report, 
That very frankly he confelFd his treasons ; 
Jmplor'd your highnefs' pardon ; and fet forth 
A deep repentance : nothing in his life 
Became him, like the leaving it ; he dy'd 
As one that had been ftudy'd in his death, 
To throw away the deareft thing he ow'd 
As 'twere a carelefs trifle. 

DVK. There's no art, 

To find the mind's conftruflion in the face : 
He was a gentleman on whom I built 
An abfolute truft. _O worthieft cousin ! 


Angus, and Others. 
The fin of my ingratitude even now 
Was heavy on me : Thou art fo far before, 
That fwifteft wing of recompence is flow 
To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadft lefs deserv'd ; 
That the proportion both of thanks and payment 
Might have been mine : only I have left to fay, 
More is thy due than more than all can pay. 

Mjc b . The fervice and the loyalty I owe, 
In doing it, pays itfelf. Your highnefs' part 
Is to receive our duties : and our duties 

Macbeth. 13 

Are to your throne and ftate, children, and fervants ; 

Which do but what they mould, by doing every thing 

Safe toward your love and honour. 
DUN. Welcome hither : 

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour 

To make thee full of growing Noble 

That haft no lefs deserv'd, nor muft be known 

No lefs to have done fo, let me enfold thee, 

And hold thee to my heart. 
BAN. There if I grow, 

The harveft is your own. 
DUN. My plenteous joysj 

Wanton in fulnefs, feek to hide themfelves 

In drops of forrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, 

And you whose places are the neareft, know, 

We will eftablifh our eft'ate upon 

Our eldeft, Malcolm ; whom we name hereafter, 

The prince of Cumberland : which honour mull 

Not, unaccompany'd, inveft him only, 

But figns of noblenefs, like ftars, mall mine 

On all deservers._From hence to In<vernefs, 

And bind us further to you. 

: MAC". The reft is labour, which is not us'd for you : 
! I'll be myfelf the harbinger, and make joyful 

The hearing of my wife with your approach ; 
|So, humbly take my leave. 

DUN. My worthy Cawt/orf 

i MAC''. " The prince of Cumberland 7 that is a ftep, " 
. " On which I muft fall down, or elfe o'er-Ieap, " 

" For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires, " 
'-*' Let not light fee my black and deep desires : " 

' The eye wink at the hand ; yet let that be, " 

14 Macbeth. 

" Which the eye fears, when It is done, to fee. " 


DUN. True, worthy Banquo ; he is full fo valiant; 
And in his commendations 1 am fed; 
It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, 
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : 
Jt is a peerlefs kinsman. [Exeunt. 

S GENE V. Invernefs. A Room hi Macbeth', Caflle. 

Enter Lady MACBETH, reading. 

L. M b . #*** They met me in the day of 
Juccejs : and I have learned by the perfefteft report, they 
have mere in them than mortal knowledge. When I 
burnt in desire to queftion them further, they made tkem- 
felves air, into which they vanijh'd. Whiles 1 JfooJ 
rapt in the wonder of it, came mij]i-"ves from the king, 
who all- h ail' d me, thane of Cawdor ; by which title 
before these weird fifters faluted me, and refer 1 d me t 
the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that malt be. 
This have I thought good to deliver thee, my deareft 
partner of greatnejs ; that thoH might eft not lose the dues 
of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatnefs is prt- 
mii d thee. Lay it to thy heart, andfarewel. 
Glamis thou art, and CawJor ; and fhalt be 
What thou art promis'd : Yet do I fear thy nature ; 
Jt is too full o'the milk of human kindnefs, 
To catch the neareft way : Thou would 'ft be great, 
Art not without ambition ; but without 
The illnefs fhould attend it : what thou would'ft highly, 
That would'ft thou holily ; would'ft not play falfe, [mis, 
And yet would'ft wrongly win : thoud'ft have, great Gla- 
That which cries, Thus then muft do, if thou have it ; 

Macbeth. 1 5 

And that's what rather thou doft fear to do, 
Than wiiheft fhould be undone. Hie thee hither, 
That I may pour my fpirits in thine ear ; 
And chaftise with the valour of my tongue 
All that impedes thee from the golden round, 
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth feem 

Enter an Attendant. 
To have thee crown'd withal. What is your tidings ? 

Att. The king comes here to-night. 

L. M h . Thou'rt mad to fay it : 
Is not thy matter with him ? who, wer't fo, 
Would have inform'd for preparation. 

Att. So please you, it is true : our thane is coming : 
One of my fellows had the fpeed of him ; 
Who, almoft dead for breath, had fcarcely more 
Than would make up his meflage. 

L. M". Give him tending, [hoarfe, 

He brings great news. [Exit Alt.] The raven himfelf is 
That croaks the fatal enterance of Duncan 
Under my battlements. Come, all you fpirits, 
That tend on mortal thoughts, unfex me here ; 
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full 
Of direft cruelty! make thick my blood, 
Stop up the accefs and pafTage to remorfe ; 
That no compunctious visitings of nature 
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between 
The effeft, and it ! Come to my woman's breafts, 
And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring minifters, 
Wherever in your fightlefs fubftances 
You wait on nature's mifchief ! Come, thick night, 
And pall thee in the dunneft fmo^k of hell ! 
That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; 

1 And that which rather a ^ and hit, 

16 Macbeth. 

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, 
To cry, Hold, hold /_ Great Glamis ! worthy Cawttsr ! 


Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! 
Thy letters have tranfported me beyond 
This ignorant present time, and I feel now 
The future in the inftant. 

MAC.". My dear'ft love, 
Puncan comes here to-night. 

L. M b . And when goes hence ? 

MAC*. To-morrow, as he purposes. 

L.M*. O, never 
Shall fun that morrow fee. 
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men 
May read ftrange matters : To beguile the time, 
Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, 
Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, 
But be the ferpent under it. He that's coming 
Muft be provided for : and you mall put 
This night's great businefs into my difpatch ; 
Which (hall to all our nights and days to come 
Give fotely fovereign fway and mafterdom. 

MAC*. We will fpeak further. 

L. M b . Only look up clear ; 
To alter favour ever is to fear: 
Leave all the reft to me. [Exeunt 

SCENE VI. rbefame. Before the Caflle. 
Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth ivith Tcrches. Enter 
DUNCAN, Malcolm, Donalbain, Macduff, B 
Lenox, Rofs, Angus, and Attendants. 
Dutr. This caftle hath a pleasant feat ; the air 

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Nimbly andfweetly recommends itfelf 
Unto our gentle fenfe. 

BAN. This gueft of fummer, 
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, 
By his lov'd manflonry, that the heaven's breath 
Smells \vooingly here : no jutting frieze, 
Buttrefs, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird 
Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle : 
Where they molt breed, and haunt, I have observ'd, 
The air is delicate. 

Enter Lady MACBETH. 

DUN. See, fee, our honour'd hoftefs ! 

The love that follows us, fometime is our trouble, 
Which ftill we thank as love : Herein I teach you, 
How you (hall bid god-ild us for your pains, 
And thank us for your trouble. 

L. M b . All our iervice 

In every point twice done, and then done double, 
Were poor and fmgle businefs, to contend 
Againft those honours deep, and broad, wherewith 
Your mnjefty loads our houfe : For those of old, 
And the late dignities heap'd up to them, 
We reft your hermits. 

DUN. Where's the thane of Cawdor ? 
We courf'd him at the heels, and had a purpose 
To be his purveyor : but he rides well ; 
And his great love, fharp as his fpur, hath holp him 
To his home before us : Fair and noble hoftefs, 
We are your gueft to-night. 

L. M b . Your fervants ever 

Have theirs, themfelves, and what is theirs, in compt ; 
To make their audit at your highnefs' pleasure, 

* fences. 4 Barlet 6 Jntty 9 mu ft 


1 8 . Macbeth. 

Still to return your own. 

Dux. Give me your hand : 
Conduct me to mine hoft; we love him highly, 
And (hall continue our graces towards him. 
By your leave, hoftefs. {Exeunt. 

SCE NE VII. be fame. A Room in the Cajlle. 

Hautboys, Torches. Enter, andpafs over, a Sewer, and 

diver* Servants, with Dijbes and Service; then 


MAC*. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well 
It were done quickly : If the aflaffination 
Could tramel up the confequence, and catch, 
With his furceafe, fuccefs ; that but this blow 
Might be the be-all and the end-all here, 
But here, upon this bank and fhoal of time, 
We'djump the life to come. But, in these cafes, 
We ftill have judgment here ; that we but teach 
Bloody inftruclions, which, being taught, return 
To plague the inventor: This even-handed juftice 
Commends the ingredience of our poison'd chalice 
To our own lips. He's here in double truft : 
Firft, as I am his kinsman and his fubjeft, 
Strong both againft the deed ; then, as his hoft, 
Who fhould againft his murtherer fhut the door, 
Not bear the knife myfelf. Befides, this Duncan 
Hath born his faculties fo meek, hath been 
So clear in his great office, that his virtues 
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongu'd, againft 
The deep damnation of his taking-off: 
And pity, like a naked new-born babe, 
Striding the blaft, or heaven's cherubin, horf 'd 

and Schoole of 

Macbeth. 19 

Upon the fightlefs couriers of the air, 
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, 
That tears (hall drown the wind. I have no fpur 
To prick the fides of my intent, but only 
Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itfelf, 

Enter Lady MACBETH. 
And falls on the other How now ! What news ? 

L. M b . He has almoft fupt ; Why have you left the 

MAC*. Hath he afk'd for me ? [chamber ? 

L. M h . Know you not, he has ? 

MAC*. We will proceed no further in this businefs : 
He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought 
Golden opinions from all forts of people, 
Which would be worn now in their neweft glofs, 
Not cad afide fo foon. 

L. M". Was the hope drunk, 
Wherein you drefPd yourfelf ? hath it flept fince ? 
And wakes it now, to look fo green and pale 
At what it did fo freely ? From this time, 
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard 
To be the fame in thine own adl and valour, 
As thou art in desire ? Would'ft thou have that 
Which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life, 
And live a coward in thine own efteem ; 
Letting I-dare-not wait upon I-would, 
Like the poor cat i'the adage ? 

MAC*, Pr'ythee, peace : 
J dare do all that may become a man ; 
Who dares do more, is none. 

L. M b . What beaft vvas't then, 
That made you break this enterprize to me ? 
When you durfl do it, then you were a man ; 

* dare? no more 

X 2 

20 Macbeth. 

And, to be more than what you were, you would 
Be fo much more the man. Nor time, nor place, 
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : 
They have made themfelves ; and that their fitnefs now 
Does unmake you. I have given fuck ; and know 
How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me : 
I would, while it was fmiling in my face, 
Have pluckt my nipple from his bonelefs gums, 
And dafat the brains out, had I but fo fworn 
As you have done to this. 

Msc". If we mould fail ? 

L. M". We fail- 

But fcrew your courage to the flicking place, 
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is afleep, 
(Whereto the rather (hall his day's hard journey 
Soundly invite him) his two chamberlains 
Will I with wine and waffel fo convince, 
That memory, the warder of the brain, 
Shall be a fume, and the receit of reason 
A limbeck only; When in fwinifh fleep 
Their drenched natures lye, as in a death, 
What cannot you and I perform upon 
The unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon 
His fpungy officers ; who (hall bear the guilt 
Of our great quell ? 

MAC*, bring forth men-children only ; 
For thy undaunted mettle mould compose 
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, 
When we have mark'd with blood those fleepy two 
Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, 
That they have don't ? 

L. M b . Who dares receive it other, 

Macbeth. 21 

As weftiall make our griefs and clamour roar 
Upon his death ? 

MAC*. I am fettl'd, and bend up 
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. 
Away, and mock the time with faireft fhow : 
Falfe face muft hide what the falfe heart doth know. 


SCENE I. The fame. Court within the Co/tie. 

Enter BANQJJO, aWFLEANCE ; Servant 

ivith a Torch before them. 

BAN. How goes the night, boy ? 

FLE. The moon is down; 1 have not heard the clock. 

BAN. And (he goes down at twelve. 

FLE. I take't, 'tis later, fir. [heaven, 

BAN. Hold, take my fword:_ There's husbandry in 
Their candles are all out : Take thee thst=f too. 
A heavy fummons lies like lead upon me, 
And yet I would not fleep : Merciful powers, 
Reftrain in me the curfed thoughts, that nature 

Gives way to in repose ! Give me my fword ; 

Enter MACBETH, ami Servant with a Torch. 
Who's there ? 

MAC^. A friend. 

BAN. What, fir, not yet at reft? The king's a-bed: 
He hath tO=m'sln been in unusual pleasure, 
And fent great largefs to your officers : 
This ^ diamond he greets your wife withal, 
By the name of moft kind hoitefs ; and'efhut up 
Jn measurelefs content. 

*9 fent forth great Largefie to your Offices 

22 Macbeth. 

MAC*. Being unprepar'd, 
Our will became the fervant to defect ; 
Which elfe fhould free have wrought. 

BAN. All's berg well. 

I dreamt laft night of the three weird fillers : 
To you they have fhew'd fome truth. 

MAC*. I think not of them : 
Yet, when we can intreat an hour to ferve, 
We would fpend it in {ome words upon that businefs, 
If you would grant the time. 

AN. At your kind'ft leisure. 

MAC*. If you {hall cleave to my confent, when 'tis, 
It (hall make honour for you. 

BAN. So I lose none, 
In feeking to augment it, but flill keep 
My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear, 
I mall be counfel'd. 

MAC*. Good repose, the while ! 

AN . Thanks, fir ; The like to you ! 

[Exeunt BANQUO, FLEANCE, and Servant. 

MAC?. Go, bid thy miftrefs, when my drink is ready, 
She ftrike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. 

[Exit Servant. 

Is this a dagger, which I fee before me. 
The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee : 
I have thee not ; and yet I fee thee ftill. 
Art thou not, fatal vision, fenfible 
To feeling, as to fight ? or art thou but 
A dagger of the mind ; a falfe creation. 
Proceeding from the heat oppreffed brain ? 
I fee thee yet, in form as palpable 
As this "[ which now 1 draw. 

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Thou marfhal'ft me the way that I was going; 

And fuch an inftrumentl was to use. 

Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other fenfes, 

Or elfe worth all the reft : I fee thee Hill ; 

And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, 

Which was not fo before. There's no fuch thing : 

It is the bloody businefs, which informs 

Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half world 

Nature feemsdead, and wicked dreams abuse 

The curtain'd fleep : note witchcraft celebrates 

Pale Hecat's offerings ; and wither'd murther, 

Alarum'd by his centinel, the wolf, 

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his Healthy pace, 

With Tarquins ravifhing flrides, towards his defigh 

Moves like a ghoft. Thou fure and firm-fet earth, 

Hear not my fteps, which way they walk, for fear 

Thy very Hones prate of my where-about, 

And take the present horror from the time, 

Which now fuits with it. While I threat, he lives : 

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. 

[Bell rings. 

I go, and it is done ; the bell invites me. 
Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell 
That fummons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit. 

SCENE II. The fame. 

Enter Lady MACBETH. [me bold ; 

L. M b . That which hath made them drunk, hath made 
What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire : Hark ! 
It was the owl that fhriek'd, the fatal bell-man, [ Peace; 
Which gives the ftern'ft good-night. He is about it: 
The doors are open ; and the furfeited grooms 

4 fides "5 Thou fovvre and l6 which they may \vaike 

X 4 

24 Macbeth. 

Do mock their charge with fnores : I have drug'd their 
That death and nature do contend about them, [pofTets, 
Whether they live, or dye. 


MAC*. Who's there ? what, ho ! 

L. M b . Alack, I am afraid they have awak'd, 
And 'tis not done ; the attempt, and not the deed, 
Confounds us : Hark ! I lay'd their daggers ready, 
He could not mifs them. Had he not resembl'd 
My father as he flept, I had don't. My husband ? [noise? 

MAC". I have done the deed : Didft thou not hear a 

1. Mt>. \ heard the owl fcrearn, and the crickets cry. 
Did not you fpeak ? 

Afcc*. When? 

I. M". Now. 

MAC*. As I defcended ? 

L.M". Ay. 

MAC". Hark ! Who lies i'the fecond chamber ? 

L.M 6 . Donalkain. 

MAC . This is a forry fight. \looking on his Hands. 

L.M b . A foolifh thought, to fay a forry fight, \murther! 

MAC". There's one did laugh in his fleep, and one cry'd, 
That they did wake each other ; I flood and heard them : 
But they did fay their prayers, and addrefl them 
Again to fleep. 

L. M b . There are two lodg'd together. 

MAC*. One cry'd, Godblefs us ! and, Amen, the other ; 
As they had feen me, with these hangman's hands, 
Lift'ning their fear. I could not fay, amen, 
When they did fay, God blefs us. 

L. M h . Confider it not fo deeply. 

MAC*. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen ? 

Macbeth, 25 

I had moft need of bleffing, and amen 
Stuck in my throat. 

L. M h . These deeds mufl not be thought on 
After these ways ; fo, it will make us mad. 

M.AC b . Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! 
Macbeth does murther Jleep, the innocent JJcep ; 
Sleep, that knits up the ravel' d Jleeve of care, 
The death of each day's life, fore labour's bath, 
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's fccond courfe, 
Chief nouriflier in iifesfeajl ; ~~ 

L. M h . What do you mean ? 

Mjc b . Still it cry'd, Sleep no more ! to all the houfe : 
Glamis hath murdered Sleep ; and therefore Cawdor 
Shall Jleep no more, Macbeth Jhall Jleep no more. [thane, 

L.M b . Who was it, that thus cry'd ? Why, worthy 
You do unbend your noble ftrength, to think 
So brain-fickly of things : Go, get fome water, 
And warn this filthy witnefs from your hand. 
Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? 
They muft lye there : Go, carry them ; and fmear 
The fleepy grooms with blood. 

MAC* '. I'll go no more : 
J am afraid, to think what I have done; 
Look on't again, I dare not. 

L. M t '. Infirm of purpose ! 

Give me the~]~ daggers : The fleeping, and the dead, 
Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, 
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, 
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, 
For it muft feem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. 

MAC". Whence is that knocking ! 
How is't with me, when every noise appalls me ? 

z6 Macbeth. 

What hands are here? Haf they pluck out mine eyes! 
Will all great Neptune's ocean \vafli this blood 
Clean from my hand : No ; this my hand will rather 
The multitudinous feas incarnadine, 
Making the green one red. 

Re-enter Lady MA c B ET H . 

L. M b . My hands are of your colour ; but I fhame 
To wear a heart fo white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking 
At the fouth entry : retire we to our chamber : 
A little water clears us of this deed : 
How easy is it then ? Yourconftancy [ing : 

Hath left you unattended. [Knock.] Hark ! more knock- 
Get on your night-gown, left occasion call us, 
And (hew us to be watchers : Be not loft 
So poorly in your thoughts. [myfelf. 

MAC h . To know my deed, 'Twere beft not know 


Wake, Duncan, with this knocking r'Would thou could'it ! 


SCENE III. rbefame. 

Fitter a Porter. 

Par. Here's a knocking, indeed ! If a man were por- 
ter of hell gate, he mould have old turning the key. 
[Knock.] Knock, knock, knock : Who's there, i'the 
name of Belzebub ? Here's a farmer, that hang'd himfelf 
on the expectation of plenty : come in time ; have nap- 
kins enough about you, here you'll fweat for't. [Knock.] 
Knock, knock : Who's there, i'the other devil's name ? 
'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could ivvear in both 
the fcales againft either fcale ; who committed treason 
enough for God's fake, yet could not equivocate to hea- 

18 with thy knocking 

Macbeth. 27 

ven : o, come in, equivocator. [Knock.] Knock, knock, 
knock : Who's there ? 'Faith, here's an Englijh tailor 
come hither, for ftealing out of a French hose : come in, 
tailor ; here you may roaft your goofe. [Knock.] Knock, 
knock : Never at quiet ! What aie you ? But this place is 
too cold for hell; I'll devil-porter it no further: I had 
thought to have let in fome of all profeffions, that go the 
primrose way to the everlafting bonfire. [Knock.] Anon, 
anon ; I pray you, remember the porter. [opens. 

Enter MACDUFF, and LENOX. 

MAC*. Was it fb late, friend, ere you went to bed, 
That you do lye fo late? 

Pot: 'Faith, fir, we were carowsing 'till the fecond 
cock : and drink, fir, is a great provoker of three 

MAC' 1 . What three things does drink efpecially pro- 
voke ? 

Par. Marry, fir, nose-painting, deep, and urine. Le- 
chery, fir, it provokes, and unprovokes ; it provokes the 
desire, but it takes away the performance : Therefore, 
much drink may be faid to be an equivocator with le- 
chery : it makes him, and it mars him ; it fets him 
on, and it takes him oft"; it perfuades him, and dif- 
hcartens him ; makes him ftand to, and not ftand to : in 
conclusion, equivocates him in afleep, and, giving him 
the lie, leaves him. 

MAC*. I believe, drink gave thee the lie lafl night. 

Per. That it did, fir, i'the very throat o'me : But 
I requited him for his lie ; and, I think, being too ftrong 
for him, though he took up my legs fometime, yet I 
made a fliift to call him. 

M^.i. d . Is thy mafier furring ?_ 

28 Macbeth. 

Our knocking has awak'd him ; here he comes. 

LEN. Good-morrow, noble fir ! 

MAC*. Good-morrow, both ! 

MAC*. Is the king ftirring, worthy thane ? 

MAC*. Not yet. 

MAC*. He did command me to call timely on him ; 
I have almoft flipt the hour. 

MAC 1 '. I'll bring you to him. 

MAC d . I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; 
But yet 'tis one. 

MAC*. The labour we delight in physicks pain. 
This is the door. 

MAC I . I'll make fo bold to call, 
For 'tis my limited fervice. [Exit. 

LEN. Goes the king hence to-day ? 

MAC*. He does : he did appoint fo. 

LEU. The night has been unruly: Where we lay, 
Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they fay, 
Lamentings heard i'the air ; ftrange fcreams of death ; 
And prophefying, with accents terrible, 
Of dire combuftions, and confus'd events, 
New hatch'd to the woeful time : The obfcure bird 
Clamour'd the live-long night : fome fay, the earth 
Was feverous, and did make. 

M^c*. 'Twas a rough night. 

LEN. My young remembrance cannot parallel 
A fellow to it. 

Re enter MACDUFF, baflily. 

MAC*. O horror ! horror ! horror ! Tongue, nor heart, 
Cannot conceive, nor name thee ! 

MAC*. LEN. What's the matter? 

Macbeth. 29 

MA-C*. Confusion now hath made his mafter-piece !_ 
Moll facrilegiousmurther hath broke ope 
The Lord's anointed temple, and Hole thence 
The life o'the building. 

MAC*. What is't you fay? the life? 

LEN. Mean you his majefty ? 

MAC**. Approach the chamber, and deftroy your fight 
With a new Gorgon : Do not bid me fpeak ; 

See, and then fpeak yourfelves Awake, awake! 

[Exeunt MACBETH, and LENOX. 

Ring the alarum bell : [to fame Servants, laao are entering. 
Murther, and treason ! _ 
Banquo, and Donalbain ! Malcolm ! awake ! 
Shake off this downy fleep, death's counterfeit, 
And look on death itfelf ! up, up, and fee 
The great doom's image ! Malcolm ! Banquo! 
As from your graves rise up, and walk like fprights, 
To countenance this horror ! [BeM rings. 

Enter La.iy MACBETH. 

L.M". What's the businefs, 
That fuch a hideous trumpet calls to parley 
The fleepers of the houfe ? fpeak, fpeak, 

MAC*. O gentle lady, 
'Tis not for you to hear what I can fpeak : 
The repetition, in a woman's ear, 

Would murther as it fell O Banquo, Banquo, 

Enter BAN QJJ o , and Others. 
Our royal matter's murther'd ! 

L. M". Woe, alas ! 
What, in our houfe ? 

BAN. Too cruel, any where 

Dear DuJ~, I pr'ythee, contradict thyfelf, 

30 Macbeth.' 

And fay, it is not fo. 

Re-enter MACBETH, and LENOX. 

'MAC* 1 . Had I but dy'd an hour before this chance, 
I had liv'd a blefled time ; for, from this inftant, 
There's nothing ferious in mortality : 
All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; 
The wine of life is drawn, and the meer lees 
Is left this vault to brag of. 


Dow. What is amifs ? 

M.AC b . You are, and do not know't : 
The fpring, the head, the fountain of your blood 
Is ftopt ; the very fource of it is ftopt. 

MAC d . Your royal father's murther'd. 

MAL. O, by whom ? 

LEN. Those of his chamber, as it feem'd, had don't : 
Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood, 
So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found 
Upon their pillows ; they ftar'd, and were diftradted, 
80 no man's life was to be trailed with them. 

MAC b . O, yet I do repent me of my fury, 
That I did kill them. 

MAC*. Wherefore did you fo? [rious, 

MAC*. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and fu- 
Loyal, and neutral, in a moment? No man : 
The expedition of my violent love 
Out-ran the pauser reason. Here lay Duncan, 
His filver {kin lac'd with his golden blood ; 
And his gafh'd ftabs look'd like a breach in nature, 
For ruin's wafteful entrance : there, the murtherers, 
Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers 
Unmannerly breech'd with gore : Who could refrain. 

Macbeth. 3 I 

That had a heart to love, and in that heart 
Courage, to make his love known ? 

L. Af*. Help me hence, ho ! [feeming to faint. 

Mjtc d . Look to the lady. \gather about her. 

MAL. Why do we hold our tongues, 
That moft may claim this argument for ours ? 

DON. What mould be fpoken here, 
Where our fate, hid within an augre hole, 
May rufh, and feize us ? Let's away. 
Our tears are not yet brevv'd. 

MAL. Nor our ftrong forrow 
Upon the foot of motion. 

BAN. Look to the lady._[L. MA CB E T H is carry'dout. 
And when we have our naked frailties hid, 
That fuffer in exposure, let us meet, 
And queilion this molt bloody piece of work, 
To know it further. Fears and fcruples (hake us ; 
In the great hand of God I Hand ; and, thence, 
Againft the undivulg'd pretence I fight 
Of treasonous malice. 

MAC*. And fo do I. 

all. So all. 

MAC". Let's briefly put on manly readinefs, 
And meet i'the hall together. 

all. Well contented. 

[Exeunt MAC b . BAN. MAC d . LEN. &c. 

MAL . What will you do ? Let's not confort with them : 
To fhew an unfelt forrow, is an office 
Which the falfe man does easy : I'll to England. 

DON. To Ireland, I ; our feparated fortune 
Shall keep us both the fafer : where we are, 
There's daggers in men's fmiles : the near in blood, 

3Z Macbeth. 

The nearer bloody. 

MAL. This murtherous fhaft that's (hot, 
Hath not yet lighted ; and our faf'eft way 
Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horfe; 
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, 
But fhift away : There's warrant in that theft, 
Which fteals itfelf, when there's no mercy left. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. r be fame. Without the Co/lie. 
Enter R o s s E , and an old Man . 

o. m. Three-fcore and ten I can remember well : 
Within the volume of which time, I have feen 
Hours dreadful, and things ftrange ; but this fore night 
Hath trifl'd former knowings. 

Ros. Ah, good father, 

Thou feeft, the heavens, as troubl'd with man's aft, 
Threaten his bloody ftage : by the clock, 'tis day, 
And yet dark night ftrangles the travelling lamp : 
Is it night's predominance, or the day's fhame, 
That darknefs does the face of earth intomb, 
When living light mould kifs it ? 

o. m. 'Tis unnatural, 

Even like the deed that's done. On tuesday laft, 
A faulcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, 
Was by a mousing owl hawkt at, and kill'd. [certain) 

Ros. AndZ>Koza'shorfes, (a thing moft ftrange, and 
Beauteous, and fwift, the minions of their race, 
Turn'd wild in nature, broke their ftalls, flung out, 
Contending 'gainft obedience, as they would 
Make war with man. 

o. m. 'Tis faid, they eat each other. 

Ros. They did fo ; to the amazement of mine eyes, 

*7 Threatens 3 with Mankinde, 



That look't upon't. Here comes the good Macdujf: _ 

Enter MAC DUFF. 
How goes the world, fir, now ? 

MAC*. Why, fee you not ? [deed ? 

Ros, Is't known, who did this more than bloody 

MAC*. Those that Macbeth hath flain. 

Ros. Alas the day ! 
What good could they pretend ? 

MAC*. They were fuborn'd : 
Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two fons, 
Are ftoln away and fled ; which puts upon them 
Sufpicion of the deed. 

Ros. 'Gainft nature ftill : 
Thriftlefs ambition, that wilt ravin up 
Thine own life's means ! Then 'tis moft like, 
The fovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. 

MAC*. He is already nam'd ; and gone to Scons? 
To be inverted. 

Ros. Where is Duncan's body ? 

MAC*. Carry'dto Colme-kill; 
The facred ftore-houfe of his predeceflbrs, 
And guardian of their bones. 

Ros. Will you to Scone ? 

MAC*. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. 

Ros. Well, I will thither. [ Adieu !- 

MAC*. Well, may you fee things well done there ; 
Left our old robes fit easier than our new. [Exit. 

Ros. Farewel, father. 

o. m, God's benison go with you, fir; and with those, 
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes ! 

[Exeunt federally. 

'* will raven 

34 Macbeth. 


SCENE I. Foris. A Room in the Palace. 

.Zfotf . Thou haft it now, king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, 
As the weird women promis'd ; and, I fear, 
Thou play'dft moft foully for't : yet it was faid, 
It ftiould not ftand in thy pofterity ; 
But that myfelf fliould be the root, and father 
Of many kings : If there come truth from them, 
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their fpeeches mine) 
Why, by the verities on thee made good, 
May they not be my oracles as well, 
And fet me up in hope ? But, hum ; no more. 
Flourijh. Enter MACBETH, as King ; 
Lady MACBETH, Queen ; Rofle, Lenox, 
Lords, Ladies, and Attendants. 

MAC*. Here's our chief gueft. 

L. M b . If he had been forgotten, 
It had been as a gap in our great feaft, 
And all things unbecoming. 

MAC*. To-night we hold a folemn fupper, fir, 
And I'll requeft your presence. 

BAH. Lay your highnefs 
Command upon me ; to the which, my duties 
Are with a moft indiflbluble tye 
For ever knit. 

MAC*. Ride you this afternoon ? 

BAN. Ay, my good lord. 

MAC". We mould have elfe desir'd your good advice 

Ban$ . Let your 

Macbeth. 3S 

(Which ftill hath been both grave and profperous) 
In this day's council ; but we'll take to-morrow. 
Is't far you ride ? 

BAN. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 
'Twixt this and fupper: go not my horfe the better, 
I muft become a borrower of the night, 
Fora dark hour, or twain. 

MAC". Fail not our feaft. 

BAN. My lord, I will not. 

MAC^. We hear, our bloody cousins are beftowM 
In England, and in Ireland; not confeffing 
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers 
With ftrange invention : But of that to-morrow; 
When, therewithal, we mall have cause of Hate, 
Craving us jointly. Hye to horfe : Adieu, 
'Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you ? 

BAN. Ay, my good lord ; our time does call upon us. 

MAC". I wifti your horfes fwift, and fure of foot: 
And fo I do commend you to their backs, 
Farewel._ [Exit BANQJJO. 

Let every man be matter of his time 
'Till feven at night ; to make fociety 
The fweeter welcome, we will keep ourfelf 
'Till fupper-time alone : while then, God be with you. 
[Exeunt Lady MACBETH, &c. 
Sirrah, a word with you ; Attend those men our pleasure ? 

Att. They are, my lord, without the palace gate. 

MAC b . Bring them before us. [Exit Att.] To be thus, is 
But, to be fafely thus : Our fears in Banquo [nothing ; 
Stick deep ; and in his royalty of nature 
Reigns that, which would be fear'd : 'Tis much he dares ; 
And, to that dauntlefs temper of his mind, 

5 Hye you t. 

Y 2 

36 Macbeth. 

He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour 

To aft in fafety. There is none, but he, 

Whose being I do fear : and, under him, 

My genius is rebuk'd ; as, it is faid, 

Mark Antony's was by Casar. He chid the fitters, 

When firft they put the name of king upon me, 

And bad them fpeak to him ; then, prophet-like, 

They hail'd him father to a line of kings : 

Upon my head they plac'd a fruitlefs crown, 

And put a barren fcepter in my gripe, 

Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, 

No fon of mine fucceeding. If it be fo, 

For Banquets iffue have I fil'd my mind ; 

For them the gracious Duncan have I murther'd ; 

Put rancours in the veflel of my peace 

Only for them; and mine eternal jewel 

Given to the common enemy of man, 

To make them kings, the feed of Banquo kings : 

Rather than fo, come, fate, into the lift, 

And champion me to the utterance. _ Who's there : __ 

Re-enter Attendant, 'with two Murtherers. 
Now go to the door, and ftay there till we call 

[Ex-it Attendant. 
Was it not yefterday we fpoke together ? 

Mur. It was, fo please your highnefs. 

Mjtc b . Well then, now 

Have you confider'd of my fpeeches ? Know, 
That it was he, in the times paft, which held you 
So under fortune ; which, you thought, had been, 
Our innocent felf: this I made good to you 
In our laft conference, paft in probation with you ; 
How you were born in hand ; how croft ; the inftruments ; 

'8 Secdes 

Macbeth. 37 

Who \vroughtwith them ; and all things elfe, that might, 
To half a foul, and to a notion craz'd, 
Say, Thus did Banquo. 

i. M. You made it known to us. 
M^c b . I did fo; and went further, which is now 
Our point of fecond meeting. Do you find 
Your patience fo predominant in your nature, 
That you can let this go ? Are you fo gofpel'd, 
To pray for this good man, and for his ifTue, 
Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave, 
And beggar'd yours for ever ? 

1 . M. We are men, my liege. 

MAC*. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ; 
As hounds, and greyhounds, mungrels, fpaniels, curs, 
Shocks, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are clept 
All by the name of dogs : the valu'd file 
Diftinguiflies the fwift, the flow, the fubtle, 
The houfe-keeper, the hunter, every one 
According to the gift which bounteous nature 
Hath in him clos'd ; whereby he does receive 
Particular addition, from the bill 
That writes them all alike : and fo of men. 
Now, if you have a flation in the file, 
9nO not in the worft rank of manhood, fay it : 
And I will put that businefs in your bosoms, 
Whose execution takes your enemy off"; 
Grapples you to the heart and love of us, 
W r ho wear our health but fickly in his life, 
Which in his death were perfect. 

2. M. 1 am one, my liege, 

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world 
Have fo incenf'd, that I am recklefs what 

3* Hath fo 

3 8 Macbeth. 

I do, to fpite the world. 

1. M. And I another, 

So weary'd with disafters, tug'd with fortune, 
That I wquld fet my life on any chance, 
To mend it, or be rid on't. 

MAC". Both of you 
Know, Banquo was your enemy. 

Mur. True, my lord. 

Mjc b . So is he mine : and in fuch bloody diilance, 
That every minute of his being thrufts 
Againft my near'ft of life : And though I could 
With bare-fac'd power f\veep him from my fight, 
And bid my will avouch it ; yet I muft not, 
For certain friends that are both his and mine, 
Whose loves 1 may not drop, but wail his fall 
Who I myfelf flruck down : and thence it is, 
That I to your affiitance do make love ; 
Mafking the businefs from the common eye, 
For fundry weighty reasons. 

2. M We fliall, my lord, 
Perform what you command us. 

j. M. Though our lives [at moft, 

A/xc*. Yourfpiritsihine through you.Within this hour, 
I will advise you where to plant yourfelves ; 
Acquaint you with the perfeft fpy o'the time, 
The moment on't ; for 't mull be done to-niqht, 
And fomething from the palace ; always thought, 
That 1 require a clearnefs : And with him, 
(To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work) 
Fleance\\\s fon, that keeps him company, 
Whose abfence is no lefs material to me 
Than is his father's, muft embrace the fate 

3 wcarie with 



Of that dark hour : Resolve yourfelves apart ; 
I'll come to you anon. 

Mur. We are resolv'd, my lord. 

MAC*. I'll call upon you ftraight ; abide within. 

[Exeunt Mu'rtherers. 

It is concluded : Banquo, thy foul's flight, 
If it find heaven, muft find it out to-night. [Exit. 

SCENE II. The fame. Another Room. 
Enter Lady MACBETH, and an Attendant. 

L- M b '. Is Banquo gone from court? 

dtt. Ay, madam ; but returns again to-night. 

L. M h . Say to the king, I would attend his leisure 
For a few words. 

dtt. Madam, I will. [Exit Attendant. 

L. M b . Nought's had, all's fpent, 
Where our desire is got without content : 
'Tis fafer to be that which we deftroy, 
Than, by deftrudlion, dwell in doubtful joy. 


How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, 
Of forrieft fancies your companions making ? 
Using those thoughts, which fhould indeed have dy'd 
With them they think on ? Things without all remedy 
Should be without regard : what's done, is done. 

MAC**. We have fcotch'd the fnake, not kill'd it, 
She'll close, and be herfelf ; whilft our poor malice 
Remains in danger of her former tooth. 
But let the frame of things difjoi nt, both the worlds fufFer, 
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and fleep 
In the afHi&ion of these terrible dreams 
That (hake us nightly : Better be with the dead, 

16 fcorch'd 


4O Macbeth. 

Whom we, to gain our place, have fent to peace, 

Than on the torture of the mind to lye 

In reftlefs ecftafy. Duncan is in his grave ; - 

Afterlife's fitful fever, he fleeps well ; 

Treason has done his worft: nor fteel, nor poison, 

Malice domeftick, foreign levy, nothing, 

Can touch him further. 

L. M*. Come on ; Gentle my lord, 
Sleek o'er your rugged looks ; be bright and jovial 
Among your guefts to-night. 

MAC". So (hall I, love ; 

And fo, I pray, be you : Jet your remembrance 
Apply to Banquo; present him eminence, both 
With eye and tongue : Unfafe the while, that we 
Muft lave our honours in these flattering ftreams ; 
And make our faces vizards to our hearts, 
Difguising what they are. 

L- M". You muft leave this. 

Af^c*. O, full of fcorpions is my mind, dear wife ! 
Thou know'ft, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. 

L. M". But in them nature's copy's not etern. 

Mjtc b . There's comfort yet, they are aflailable ; 
Then be thou jocund : Ere the bat hath flown 
His cloifter'd flight; ere, to black Herat's fummons, 
The ihard-born beetle, with his drowsy hums, 
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there fhall be done 
A deed ot dreadful note. 

.L.M*. What's to be done ? 

MAC*. Be innocent of the knowledge, deareft chuck, 
'Till thou applaud the deed. Come, feeling night, 
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; 
And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, 

Macbeth. 4.1 

Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond 

Which keeps me pale ! Light thickens ; and the crow 

Makes wing to the rooky wood : 

Good things of day begin to droop and drowze ; 

While night's black agents to their preys do rouse. 

Thou marvel'ft at my words : but hold thee ftill; 

Things, bad begun, make ftrong themfelves by ill : 

So, pr'ythee, go with me. [Exeunt. 

SCE NE III. r be fame. A Park : Gate leading to the 
Palace. Enter three Murtherers. 

1 . M. But who did bid thee join with us ? 
3. M. Macbeth. 

2. M. He needs not our miftruft ; fince he delivers 
Our offices, and what we have to do, 

To the direction juft. 

1. M. Then ftand with us. 

The weft yet glimmers with fome ftreaks of day : 
Now fpurs the lated traveller apace, 
To gain the timely inn ; and near approaches 
The fubject of our watch. 

3. M. Hark! I hear horfes. 

BAN. [within.] Give us a light there, ho! 

2. M. 'Tis he ; the reft, 

That are within the note of expectation, 
Already are i'the court. 

i. M. His horfes go about. 

3. M. Almoft a mile: but he does usually, 
So all men do, from hence to the palace-gate 
Make it their walk. 

Enter BANQJJO, and Fleance ; 
Servant, 'with a Torch, before them. 

** 2. Then 'tis 

42 Macbeth. 

2. M. " A lijhr, a light !" 

3. M. '"Tis^he." 

i . Af. " Stand to't. " 

.Rrf.v It will be rain to-night. 

i . M. Let it come down. [a/faulting bin. 

BAH. O, treachery! -Fly, %ao&.FUance, fly, fly, fly; 

Thou may'ft revenge O flave ! 

[dies. Fleance, and Servant, f.y. 
3. M. Who did ftrike out the light r 

1. M. Was't not the way ? 

3. M. There's but one down ; the fon is fled. 

2. M. We have loft 
Beft half of our affair. 

i . M. Well, let's away, 
And fay how much is done. [Exeunt. 

S CE NE IV. The fame. A Hall of Slate in the Palace. 
A Banquet fet out. Flourijb. Enter MACBETH, Lady 

MACBETH, ROSSE, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants. 

MAC*. You knowyonrown degrees, fit down :andfirft, 
And laft, the hearty welcome. 

Lor. Thanks to your majefty- \theyfet. 

MAC*. Ourfelf will mingle with fociety, 
And play the humble hoft. 
Our hoftefs keeps her ftate ; but, in beft time, 
We will require her welcome. 

L. M*. Pronounce it for me, fir, to all our friends ; 
.For my heart fpeaks, they are welcome. [thanks. _ 

MAC''. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' 
Both fides are even : here I'll fit i'the mid'il: 
Enter fir ft Murtherer, to the Door. 
Be large in mirth ; anon, we'll drink a measure 

* downe : | At nift 

Macbeth. 43 

The table round. " There's blood upon thy face." 

I. M, " 'Tis Banquet's then. " 

Mjc b . " 'Tis better thee without, than him within. " 
" Is he difpatch'd ? " 

i. M. "My lord, his throat is cut, that I did for him." 

M^c b . " Thou art the beft o'the cut throats : Yet he's 
" That did the like for /Ye>a: if thoudid'ftit," [good," 
" Thou art the non-pareil." 

i . M. " Moft royal fir, " 
" Fleance is fcap'd. " [perfeft ; " 

MAC*. " Then comes my fit again : I had elfe been 
" Whole as the marble, founded as the rock ; " 
" As broad, and general, as the cafing air : " 
" But now, I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in" 
" To faucy doubts and fears. But Banquo"s fafe ? " 

i. M. " Ay, my good lord : fafe in a ditch he bides,'* 
" With twenty trenched gafhes on his head ; " 
" The leaft a death to nature. " 

Mjc b . Thanks for that :" 

" There the grown ferpent lies ; the worm, that's fled," 
" Hath nature that in time will venom breed, " [row " 
" No teeth for the present. _Get thee gone ; to-mor- 
' We'll Hear tf;ee ourfelves again. " [Exit Murtherer. 

L. M b . My royal lord, 
You do not give the cheer : the feaft is fold, 
That is not often vouch'd while 'tis a making ; 
'Tis given with welcome : to feed, were beft at home; 
From thence, the fauce to meat is ceremony ; 
Meeting were bare without it. 

MA^. Sweet remembrancer !_ 
Now, good digeftion wait on appetite, 
And health on both ! 

3 then he within 

44 Macbeth. 

LEV. iVTay't please year highnefs fit ? 
GA^r/'Banquo rises, and fits in Macbeth'/ Place. 

MAC**. Here had we nowour country's honour roof 'd. 
Were the grac'd pcrfon of our Banquo present : 
Who may 1 rather challenge for unkindnefs, 
Than pity for mifchance. 

Ros. His abfence, fir, 

Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highnef: 
To grace os with your royal company r 

Mrfc. The table's full. {flarting. 

Lstt. Here is a place reserv'd, fir. 

MJC. Where? [highnefs? 

LEN. Here, my good lord. Whatis't, that moves your 

MAC''. Which of you hcve done this? 

Lor. What, my good lord ? 

Af^c*. Thou can'ft not fay, I did it : never fhake 
Thy goary locks at me. 

Ros. Gentlemen, rise; his highnefs is not well. 

L. M b . Sit, worthy friends : my lord is often thus, 
And hath been from his youth : pray you, keep feat ; 
The fit is momentary ; upon a thought 
He will again be well : If much you note him, 
You fliall offend him, and extend his pafiion ; 
Feed, and regard him not. _ " Are you a man ? " 

Mjic b . " Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that " 
*' Which might appall the devil." 

/,. M". " O proper ftufF! " 
"This is the very painting of your fear: " 
"This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you faid, " 
'Led you to Duncan* O,lhese flaws, and Ham," 
" (fmpoilures of true fear) would well become" 
"A woman's fiory, at a winter's fire, " 

3 Impoftors to true 

Macbeth. 45 

* Authorized by her grandam. Shame itfelf!" 

41 Why do you make fuch faces? When all's done," 

" You look but on a flool. " [fay you ? " 

MAC*. "Pr'ythee, fee there! behold! look! lo ! how 

*' Why, what care I ? If thou canil nod, fpeaktoo. " 

" If charnel-houses, and our graves, mail fend" 

" Those that we bury back, our monuments " 

" Shall be the maws of kites. " \Gbcjl <vanijhu. 

L. M b . "What, quite unman'd in folly?" 

MJC"- " If I ftand here, I faw him. " 

L. M*. " Fie, for ihame ! " [time," 

Mjc. 1 ', " Blood hath been med ere now, i'the olden 
** Ere human ftatute purg'd the general weal ;" 
" Ay, and fince too, murthers have been perform'd." 
" Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, " 
" That, when the brains were out, the man would dye," 
" And there an end : but now, they rise again," 
" With twenty mortal murthers on their crowns, " 
" And pufli us from our ftools: This is more firange" 
" Than fuch a murther is." 

L. M b . My worthy lord, 
Your noble friends do lack you. 

MAC*. I do forget : 

Do not muse at me, my moft worthy friends ; 
I have a ftrange infirmity, which is nothing 
To those that know me. Come, love aad health to all; 
Then I'll fit down :_Giveme fome wine, fill full: 
I drink to the general joy of the whole table, 
And to oar dear friend Banquo, whom we mifs; 
('Would he were here !) to all, and him, we thirft. 
And all to all. 

Lor. Our duties, and the pledge. 

'3 the gentle Weale 

46 Macbeth. 

Ghoft rises again. 

MAC 1 '. Avant ! and quit my fight ! let the earth hide 
Thy bones are marrowlefs, thy blood is cold ; [thee ! 
Thou haft no fpeculation in those eyes 
Which thou doft glare with. 

L. M b . Think of this, good peers, 
But as a thing of cuftom : 'tis no other; 
Only it fpoils the pleasure of the time. 

Mjtc b . What man dare, I dare : 
Approach thou like the rugged Ruffian bear, 
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hircanian tiger, 
Take any fhape but that, and my firm nerves 
Shall never tremble : Or, be alive again, 
And dare me to the desert with thy fword ; 
If trembling I inhibit then, proteft me 
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible fhadow ! 

[Gboft <vanijhes. 

Unreal mockery, hence ! _ Why, fo ; being gone, 
I am a man again. Pray you, fit ftill. [meeting, 

L. M". You have difplac'd the mirth, broke the good 
With moft admir'd disorder. 

MAC". Can fuch things be, 
And overcome us like a fummer's cloud, 
Without our fpecial wonder ? You make me ftrange 
Even to the difposition that I owe, 
When now I think you can behold fuch fights, 
And keep the natural ruby of your cheek, 
When mine is blanch'd with fear. 

Ros. What fights, my lord ? [worfe ; 

L.M b . I pray you, fpeak not; he grows worfe and 
Queftion enrages him : at once, good night : 
Stand not upon the order of your going, 

11 Hircan '5 inhabit * 7 C heekes, 

Macbeth. 47 

But go at once. 

LEV. Good night, and better health, 
Attend his majefty ! 

L. M h . A kind good night to all ! 

[Exeunt ROSSE, LENOX, Lords, and Attaidaxis, 

MAC>>. It will have blood, they fay ; Blood will have 
Stoneshavebeenknowntomove, and trees to ipeak; [bloods 
Augurs, that underftood relations, have 
By mag-pies, and bp choughs, and rooks, brought forth 
The fecret'ft man of blood. _ What is the night ? 

L. M f> . Almoir at odds with morning, which is which. 

MAC b . How fay'it thou, that Macthff denies his perfon 
At our great bidding ? 

L. Mb. Did you fend to him, fir ? 

MAC''. I hear it by the way ; but I will fend : 
There's not a thane of them, but in his houie 
I keep a fervant fee'd. I will to-morrow 
(Betimes I will) unto the weird filters : 
More {hall they fpeak ; for now I am bent to know, 
By the worft means, the worft : for mine own good$ 
All causes (hall give way ; I am in blood 
Stept in fo far, that, mould I wade no more, 
Returning were as tedious as go o'er : 
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; 
Which muft be acted, ere they may be fcan'd. 

L.M b . You lack the feason of all natures, fleep. 

MAC 1 '. Come, we'll to fleep: My ftrange and felfabafc 
Is the initiate fear, that wants hard ufe : 
We are yet but young in deed. [Exeunt, 

SCENEV. <[ he Heath. 
Thunder. Enter, from opposite Sider, 

8 Augures, and underftood 9 Maggot Pyes 
'* a one of * 8 (And betimes I will) to the a indeed 

48 Macbeth. 

HE c A T E , and the three Witches. 

I. W. Why, how now, Hecat ? you look angerly. 

HEC. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, 
Saucy, and over-bold ? How did you dare 
To trade and traffic k with Macbeth, 
Jn riddles, and affairs of death ? 
And I, the miftrefs of your charms, 
The clofe contriver of all harms, 
Was never call'd to bear my part, 
Or mew the glory of our art ? 
And, which is worfe, all you have done 
Hath been but for a weyward fon, 
Spiteful, and wrathful ; who, as others do, 
Loves for his own ends, not for you. 
But make amends now : Get you gone, 
And at the pit of Acheron 
Meet me i'the morning ; thither he 
Will come to know his deftiny. 
Your veffels, and your fpells, provide, 
Youflcharms, and every thing befide: 
I am for the air ; this night I'll fpend 
Unto a dismal, fatal end. 
Great businefs muft be wrought ere noon : 
Upon the corner of the moon 
There hangs a vap'rous drop profound ; 
J'll catch it ere it come to ground : 
And that, diftill'd by magick flights, 
Shall raise fuch artificial fprights, 
As, by the ftrength of their illusion, 
Shall draw him on to his confusion : 
He {hall fpurn fate, fcorn death, and bear 
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace,' and fear : 

difmall, and a Fatal! 

Macbeth. 49 

And you all know, fecurity 
Is mortals' chiefeft enemy. 

S OA 7 G. \jwithin.~\ Come away, Come away, &C.' 
Hark, I am call'd ; my little fpirit, fee, 
Sits in a foggy cloud, and ftays for me. [Exit. 

i. W. Come, let's make haite, fhe'llibon be back again. 


SCENE VI. Foris. 4 Room in the Palace. 

Enter LENOX, and another Lord. 
LEN. My former fpeeches have but hit your thoughts, 
Which can interpret farther : only, I fay, 
Things have been ftrangely born : The gracious Duncan 
Was pity'd of Macbeth : marry, he was dead : 
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late ; 
(Whom you may fay, if it please you, Fleance kill'd, 
For Fleance fled) Men muft not walk too late. 
Who cannot want the thought, how monfterous 
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain, 
To kill their gracious father ? damned fa& ! 
How it did grieve Macbeth ! Did he not ftraight, 
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear, 
That wefe the flaves of drink, and thralls of fleep ? 
Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too ; 
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, 
To hear the men deny it. So that, I fay, 
He has born all things well : and I do think, 
That, had he Duncans fons under his key, 
(As, an't please heaven, he fhall not) they mould find 
What 'twere to kill a father ; fo mould Fleance. 
But, peace ; for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd 
His presence at the tyrant's feaft, I hear, 


So Macbeth. 

Mac Jttf lives in difgrace : Sir, can you tell 
Where he beftows himfelf ? 

Lor. The fon of Duncan, 

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, 
Lives in the Englifo court ; and is receiv'd 
Of the moft pious Edward with fuch grace, 
That the malevolence of fortune nothing 
Takes from his high refpeft : Thither Macdujf 
Is gone ; to pray the holy king, on his aid 
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward: 
That, by the help of these, (with Him above, 
To ratify the. work) we may again 
Give to our tables meat, fleep to our nights ; 
Free from our feafts and banquets bloody knives; 
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours, 
All which we pine for now : And this report 
Hath fo exafperate the king, that he 
Prepares for fome attempt. 

LEN. Sent he to Macduff? 

Lor. He did : and, with an abfolute Sir,-not-I, 
The cloudy meflenger turns me his back, 
And hums ; as who mould fay, You'll rue the time 
'That clogs me <vuith this anfiuer. 

LEN. And that well might 
Advise him to a caution, to hold what diftance 
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel 
Fly to the court of England, and unfold 
His meflage ere he come ; that a fwift bleffing 
May foon return to this ourfuffering country, 
Under a hand accurft ! 

Lor. I'll fend my prayers with him. [Exeunt. 

3 Sonnes upon his * ^ their King 8 attempt of Warre, 

Macbeth. 5 1 


SCENE I. A Cavern: 
A Cauldron, in the Middle, boiling. 
Thunder. Enter the t,hree Witches. 

1. W. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 

2. W. Thrice, and once, the hedge-pig whin'd. 

3. W-. Harper cries, 'tis time, 'tis time, 
i . W. Round about the cauldron go ; 

In the poison'd entrails throw 

Toad, that under re cold flone 
Days and nights haft thirty one 
Swelter'd venom fleeping got, 
Boil thou ~f~ firft i'the charm 'd pot. 
all. Double, double, toil and trouble ; 
Fire, burn ; and, cauldron, bubble. 

2. W. Fillet of a fenny fnake, 

In the cauldron ~j~ boil and bake : 
Eye of "f newt, and toe of ~j~ frog, 
Wool of ~[~ bat, and tongue of~j~dog, 
Adder's ~|~ fork, and blind-worm's ~f~fting, 
Lizard's ~J~ leg, and owlet's ~}~ wing, 
For a charm of powerful trouble, 
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. 
all. Double, double, toil and trouble ; 
Fire, burn ; and, cauldron, bubble. 

3. W. Scale of~f" dragon, tooth of~|~ wolf, 
Witches' ~j~ mummy ; maw, and gulf, 
Of the ravin'd falt-fea-f fhark ; 

Root of ~j~ hemlock, dig'd i'the' dark; 

'4 has 

Z 2 


Liver ~j~ of blafpheming "Jew ; 
Gall of~j~goat ; and flips of"}" yew, 
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipfe ; 
Nose of "J~ 'Turk , and Tartar's "f lips ; 
Finger of "j" birth-ftrangl'd babe, 
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, 
Make the gruel thick and flab : 
Add thereto a tyger's ~|~ chauclron, 
For th' ingredience of our cauldron. 
all. Double, double, toil and trouble ; 
Fire, burn ; and, cauldron, bubble. 
2. W. Cool it with a baboon's ~]~ blood, 
Then the charm is firm and good. 
Enter HECATE, and other three Witches. 
HEC. O, well done? I commend your pains; 
And every one fhall (hare i'the gains. 
And now about the cauldron fing, 
Like elves and fairies in a ring, . 
Inchanting all that you put in. [Mustek. 

SONG. Black fpiritij &c. 
2. W. By the pricking of my thumbs, 
Something wicked this way comes : 
Open, locks, Whoever knocks. 


Mjtc b . How now,youfecret,black, and midnight hags? 
What is't you do ? 

alt. A deed without a name. 
MAC I . I conjure you, by that which you profefs, 
(Howe'er you come to know it) anfwer me : 
Though you untye the winds, and let them fight 
Againft the churches ; though the yefty waves 
Confound and fwallow navigation up ; 

Macbeth. 53 

Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down ; 

Though caftles topple on their warders' heads ; 

Though palaces, and pyramids, do flope 

Their heads to their foundations ; though the treasure 

Of nature's germins tumble all together, 

Even 'till deitruclion ncken, anfwef me 

To what I afk you. 

1. W. Speak. 

2. W. Demand. 
3 ./F. We'll anfwer. 

I. W. Say, if thou'dft rather hear it from our mouths, 
Or from our mailers' ? 

MAC\>. Call them, let me fee them. 

i . W. Pour in ~\ fow's blood, that hath eaten 
Her nine farrow ; greafe, "f~ that's fweaten 
From the murtherer's gibbet, throw 
Into the flame. 
all. Come, high, or low ; 
Thyfelf, and office, deftly {how. 
Thunder. Apparition^ of an arind Head rises. 

b . Tell me, thou unknown power, 
i. W. He knows thy thought; 
Hear his fpeech, but fay thou nought. 

App. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth, beware Mac duff \ 

Beware the thane of Fife Difmifsme : Enough, \dejcends. 

MAC*. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; 
Thou haft harp'd my fear aright : But one word more, 
i . W. He will not be commanded : Here's another, 
More potent than the firit. 

YbunJer. Apparition of a bloody Child rises. 
App. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth, 
MAC b . Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. 

5 Germaine, 


54 Macbeth. 

dpp. Be bloody, bold, and resolute : laugh to fcora 
The power of man ; for none of woman born 
Shall harm Macbeth. [dffcends. 

MAC". Then live, Macduff; What need I fear of thee ? 
But yet I'll make aflurance double fure, 
And take a bond of fate : thou fhalt not live ; 
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies, 

And fleep in fpight of thunder. What is this, 

'Thunder. Apparition of a Child crown V, 

<witb a Tree in his Hand, rises. 
That rises like the iffue of a king ; 
And wears upon his baby brow the round 
And top of fovereignty ? 

all. Liften, but fpeak not. 

dpp. Be lion-mettl'd, proud ; and take no care 
Who chafes, who frets, or where confpirers are : 
Macbeth (hall never vanquifli'd be, until 
Great Birnam wood to Dun/inane high hill 
Shall come againft him. [JefcenJi. 

MAC". That will never be : 
Who can imprefs the foreft ; bid the tree 
Unfix his earth-bound root? fweet boadments ! good ! _ 
Rebellious head, rise never, 'till the wood 
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth 
Shall live the leafe of nature, pay his breath 
To time, and mortal cuftom Yet my heart 
Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your art 
Can tell fo much) {hall Banquo's iflue ever 
Reign in this kingdom ? 

all. Seek to know no more. 

Mjic b . I will be fatiffy'd : deny me this, 
And an eternal curfe fall on you : let me know : 

high Dunfinane *3 dead 

Macbeth. 5 5 

\Tbunderi and the Cauldron Jinks. Horrid Muiick, 
Why finks that cauldron ? and what noise is this ? 
i. W. Shew. z.^. Shew. j.JT. Shew. 
all. Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart ; 
Come like fhadows, fo depart. 

Eight Kings appear, and pafs over in Order; the laft y 

'with a Glajs in his Hand : Banquo/c//ow*'j>-. 
MAC". Thou art too like the fpirit of Banquo ; down; 
Thy crown does fear mine eye- balls : _ And thy hair, 

Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the firft : 

A third, is like the former: (Filthy hags, 

Why do you (hew me this ?) A fourth ? Start, eyes! 

What, will the line ftretch out to the crack of doom ? 

Another yet ? A feventh ? _ I'll fee no more : 

And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glafs, 
Which mews me many more ; and fome 1 fee, 
That twofold balls and treble fcepters carry : 
Horrible fight i _ .ftJaj?, now, I fee, 'tis true ; 
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo fmiles upon me, 
And points at them for his. What, is this fo? 
i . W. Ay, fir, all this is fo : But why 

Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ? 

Come, fillers, cheer we up his fprights, 
And (hew the beft of our delights ; 
I'll charm the air to give a found, 
While you perform your antique round: 
That this great king may kindly fay, 
Our duties did his welcome pay. 

\Mmick. The Wltcbtt dance, and vfwjjb. 
MAC*. Where are they ? Gone ? Let this pernicious 

Stand aye accurfed in the kalendar! [hour 

Corae in, without there ! 

56 Macbeth. 

Enter LENOX. 

LEN. What's your grace's will ? 

MAC*. Saw you the weird fillers ? 

LEN. No, my lord. 

MAC*. Came they not by you ? 

LEV. No, indeed, my lord. 

MAC*. Infefted be the air whereon they ride ; 
And damn'd, all those that truft them !_ I did hear 
The galloping of horfe : Who was't came by ? 

LEK. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, 
MacJuffis fled to England? 

MAC". Fled to ^/W? 

LEN. Ay, my good lord. 

MAC*. Time, thou anticipat'ft my dread exploits : 
The flighty purpose never is o'er-took, 
Unlefs the deed go with it : From this moment, 
The very firftlings of my heart fhall be 
The firftlings of my hand. And even now 
To crown my thoughts with acls, be it thought, and done : 
The caftle of Macdujfl will furprize ; 
Seize upon Fife ; give to the ed^e o'the fword 
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate fouls 
That trace him in his line. No boafting, like a fool ; 
This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool : 

But no more fights Where are these gentlemen ? 

Come, bring me where they are. \Exeunt. 

SCENE II. Fife. 4 Room in Macduff'j Caftle. 

Enter Lady MACDUFF, her Son, ^WRossE. 
L. M d . What had he done, to make him fly the land ? 
Ros. You muft have cadence, madam. 
L.M*. He had none: 

Macbeth. ^7 

His flight was madnefs : When our aflions do not, 
Our fears do make us traitors. 

Ros. You know not, 
Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. 

L. M d . Wisdom ! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, 
His manfion, and his titles, in a place 
From whence himfelf does fly? He loves us not; 
He wants the natural touch : for the poor wren, 
The moft diminutive of birds, will fight, 
Her young ones in her neft, againft the owl. 
All is the fear, and nothing is the love ; 
As little is the wisdom, where the flight 
So runs againft all reason. 

Ros. My deareft coz', 

I pray you, fchool yourfelf: But, for your husband, 
He is noble, wise, judicious, and beft knows 
The fits o'the feason. I dare not fpeak much further : 
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, 
And do not know ourfelves ; when we hold rumour 
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear ; 
But float upon a wild and violent fea, 
And move each way. I take my leave of you: 
Shall not be long but I'll be here again : 
Things at the worft will ceafe, or elfe climb upward 
To what they were before. _ My pretty cousin, 
Blefling upon you f 

Z. M d . Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherlefs. 

Ros. I am fo much a fool, mould I ftay longer, 
It would be my difgrace, and your difcomfort: 
I take my leave at once. [Exit ROSSE. 

L. M d . Sirrah, your father's dead ; 
And what will you do now r How will you live ? 

** Each way, and move. 

58 Macbeth. 

Son. As birds do, mother. 

L. Mb. What, with worms, and flies ? 

Son. With what 1 get, I mean ; and fo do they. 

L.M d . Poor bird! thou'dft never fear the net, nor line, 
The pit-fall, nor the gin. 

Son. Why mould I, mother ? 
Poor birds they are not fet for. But my father's 
Not dead, for all your faying. 

L. M d . Yes, he is dead : 
How wilt thou do noto for a father ? 

Son. Nay, 
How will you do for a husband ? 

L.M d . Why, I can buy me 
Twenty at any market. 

Son. Then you'll buy 'em 
To fell again. 

L.M d . Thou fpeak'ft with all thy wit; 
And yet, i'faith, with wit enough for thee. 

Son. Was my father a traitor, mother ? 

L. M d . Ay, that he was. 

Son. What is a traitor ? 

L. M d . Why, one that fwears and lies. 

Son. And be all traitors, that do fo ? 

L. M d . Every one, that does fo, is a traitor, and mull 
be hang'd. 

Son. And muft they all be hang'd, that fwear and lye? 

L. M d . Every one. 

Son. Who muft hang them ? 

L. M d . Why, the honeft men. 

Son. Then the liars and fwearers are fools : for there 
are liars and fwearers enough, to beat the honeft mefl 5 
aud hang up them. 

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L. M d . Now God help thee, poor monkey ! But how 
wilt thou do for a father ? 

Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you 
would not, it were a good fign that I fhould quickly have 
a new father. 

L.M d . Poor pratler, how thou talk'ft ! 
Enter a Meflenger. 

Mef. Blefs you, fair dame ! I am not to you known, 
Though in your ftate of honour I am perfect. 
I doubt, fome danger does approach you nearly : 
If you will take a homely man's advice, 
Be not found here ; hence, with your little ones. 
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too favage; 
To do lefs to you, were fell cruelty, 
Which is too nigh your perfon. Heaven preserve you! 
I dare abide no longer. [Exit Meflenger. 

L. M d . Whither Ihould I fly ? 
I have done no harm. But I remember now 
I am in this earthly world : where, to do harm, 
Is often laudable ; to do good, fometime, 
Accounted dangerous folly : Why then, alas, 
Do I put up that womanly defence, 
To fay, I have done no harm ? What are these faces ? 
Enter certain Murtberers. 

I. M. Where is your husband ? 

L. M d . I hope, in no place fo unfandtify'd, 
Where fuch as thou may'ft find him. 

I. M. He's a traitor. 

Son. Thou ly'ft, thou fhag-ear'd villain. 

i . M. What, you egg ? [Jtabbing him. 

Young fry of treachery ? 

Son. He has kill'd me, mother ; 

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60 Macbeth. 

Run away, I pray yon. [Dies. Exit Lady MACDUFT, 
crying fdurther ; Murtherers fur/ve her. 

SCENE III. J Ream i-uEdwardtbeCou/efir's Palace. 

MAL. Let us feek out fume defolate lhade, and there 
Weep our fad bosoms empty. 

MAC*. Let us rather 

Hold faft the mortal fword ; and, like good men, 
Beflride our down-fall birthdom : Each new morn, 
New widows howl ; new orphans cry ; new forrows 
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds 
As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out 
Like fyllables of dolour. 

MAL. What I believe, I'll wail ; 
What know, believe ; and, what I can redrefs, 
As I (hall find the time to friend, I will. 
What you have fpoke, it may be fo, perchance. 
This tyrant, whose fole name blifters our tongue?, 
Was once thought honeft : you have lov'd him well ; 
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young ; but fomething 
You may discern of him through me: and wisdom, 
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb, 
To appease an angry god. 

MAC*. I am not treacherous. 

MAL. But Macbeth is. 
A good and virtuous nat-ure may recoil, 
In an imperial charge. But I mall crave your pardon ; 
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose : 
Angels are bright ftill, though the brighteft fell : 
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, 
Yet grace mull ftill look fo. 

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MAC*. I have loft my hopes. [doubts. 

MAL . Perchance, even there, where I did find my 
Why in that rawnefs left your wife, and children, 
(Those precious motives, those ftrong knots of love) 
Without leave-taking ? f pray you, 
Let not my jealoufies be your difhonours, 
But mine own fafeties : you may be rightly juft, 
Whatever I (hall think. 

MAC**. Bleed, bleed, poor country ! 
Great tyranny, lay thou thy bafis fure, 
For goodnefs dare not check thee ! wear thou thy wrongs, 
The title is afeard !_Fare thee well, lord : 
I would not be the villain that thou think'ft, 
For the whole fpace that's in the tyrant's gralp, 
And the rich eait to boot. 

MAL . Be not offended : 
I fpeak not as in abfolute fear of you. 
I think, our country finks beneath the yoak ; 
It weeps, it bleeds ; and each new day a gafh 
Is added to her wounds : I think, withal, 
There would be hands uplifted in my right ; 
And here, from gracious England, have I offer 
Of goodly thousands : But, for all this, 
When I mall tread upon the tyrant's head, 
Or wear it on my fvvord, yet my poor country 
Shall have more vices than it had before ; 
More fuffer, and more fundry ways than ever, 
By him that mail fucceed. 

MAC^ What mould he be ? 

MAL. It is myfelf I mean : in whom I know 
All the particulars of vice fo grafted, 
That, when they mall be open'd, black Macbeth 

62 Macbeth. 

Will feem as pure as fnow ; and the poor ftate 
Efteem him as a lamb, being compar'd 
With my confinelefs harms. 

MAC*. Not, in the legions 
Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd 
In ills, to top Macbeth. 

MAL. I grant him bloody, 
Luxurious, avaritious, falfe, deceitful, 
Sudden, malicious, fmacking of every fin 
That has a name: But there's no bottom, none, 
In my voluptuoufnefs : your wives, your daughters, 
Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up 
The cittern of my luft ; and my desire 
All continent impediments would o'er-bear, 
That did oppose my will : Better Macbeth, 
Than fuch a one to reign. 

MAC*. Boundlefs intemperance 
In nature is a tyranny : it hath been 
The untimely emptying of the happy throne, 
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet 
To take upon you what is yours : you may 
Convey your pleasures in a fpacious plenty, 
And yet feem cold ; the time you may fo hoodwink 
We have willing dames enough ; there cannot be 
That vultur in you, to devour fo many 
As will to greatnefs dedicate themfelves, 
Finding it fo inclin'd. 

MAL . With this, there grows, 
In my moft ill-compos'd affedtion, fuch 
A ftanchlefs avarice, that, were I king, 
I mould cut off the nobles for their lands ; 
Desire his jewels, and this other's houfe : 

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And my more-having would be as a fauce, 
To make me^hunger more ; that I fhould forge 
Quarrels unjuft againit the good, and loyal, 
Deftroying them for wealth. 

MAC*. This avarice 

Sticks deeper ; grows with more pernicious root, 
Than fummer-teeming luft : and it hath been 
The fword of ourflain kings : Yet do not fear; 
Scotland hath foizons to fill up your will, 
Of your meer own : All these are portable, 
With other graces weigh'd. 

MJIL. But [have none: The king-becoming graces, 
As juftice, verity, temp'rance, ftablenefs, 
Bounty, perfeverance, mercy, lowlinefs, 
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, 
I have no relifh of them ; but abound 
In the division of each feveral crime, 
A&ing it many ways. Nay, had I power, I mould 
Pour the fweet milk of concord into hell, 
Uproar the univerfal peace, confound 
All unity on earth. 

MAC*. O, Scotland, Scotland! 

MAL. If fuch a one be fit to govern, fpeak : 
I am as I have fpoken. 

MAC*. Fit to govern ! 
No, not to live O nation miserable, 
With an untitl'd tyrant bloody -fcepter'd, 
When fhaltthou fee thy wholefom days again ? 
Since that the trueft iffue of thy throne 
By his own interdiction ftands accurft, 
And does blafpheme his breed ? _ Thy royal father 
Was a mod fainted king ; the queen, that bore thee, 

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64 Macbeth. 

Oftner upon her knees than on her feet, 
Dy'd every day {he lived. Fare thee well! 
These evils, thou repeat'ft upon thyfelf, 
Have banim'd me from Scotland. _O my breaft, 
"Thy hope ends here-'. 

MAL, Macdujf, this noble paffion, 
Child of integrity, hath from my foul 
Wip'd the black fcruples, reconcil'd my thoughts 
To thy good truth and honour. Dev'lifh Macbeth, 
By many of these trains, hath fought to win me 
Into his power : and modeft wisdom plucks me 
From over-credulous hafte : But God above 
Deal between thee and me \ for even now 
I put myfelf to thy direction, and 
Unfpeak mine own detraction; here abjure 
The taints and blames I lay'd upon myfelf, 
For Grangers to my nature. I am yet 
Unknown to woman ; never was forfworn ; 
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own ; 
At no time broke my faith ; would not betray 
The devil to his fellow ; and delight 
No lefs in truth, than life : my firft falfe- {peaking 
Was this upon myfelf: What I am truly 
Is thine, and my poor country's, to command : 
Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, 
Old Sey--ucard, with ten thousand warlike men, 
All ready at a point, was fetting forth : 
Now we'll together; And the chance, of gjoodnefs, 
Be like our unwarranted quarrel ! Why are you filentr 

MJC J . Such welcome and unwelcome things at once, 
'Tis hard to reconcile. 

Enter a Doftor. 

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MAL , Well, more anon Comes the king forth, I pray 
Doc. Ay, fir : there are acrew of wretched fouls, [you ? 
That (lay his cure : their malady convinces 
The great aflay of art ; but, at his touch, 
(Such fanftity hath heaven given his hand) 
They presently amend. 

MAL. I thank you, doftor. {Exit Do&or. 

MAC*. What's the disease he means ? 

MAL. 'Tis call'd, the evil : 
A moft miraculous work in this good king; 
Which often, fince my here-remain in England, 
I have feen him do. How he follicits heaven, 
Himfelf beft knows : but ftrangely- visited people, 
All fwoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, 
The meer defpair of furgery, he cures ; 
Hanging a golden ftamp about their necks, 
Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis fpoken, 
To the fucceeding royalty he leares 
The healing benediction. With this ftrange virtue, 
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ; 
And fundry bleffings hang about his throne, 
That fpeak him full of grace. 

Enter ROSSE. 

MAC*. See, who comes here ? 

MAL . My countryman ; but yet I know him not. 

MAC**. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. 

MAL . I know him now : Good God, betimes remove 
The means that makes us ftrangers ! 

Ros. Sir, amen. 

MAC*. Stands Scotland where it did ? 

Ros. Alas, poor country; 
Almoft afraid to know itfelf ! It cannot 

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66 Macbeth. 

Be calPd our mother, but our grave : where nothing, 
Bat who knows nothing, is once feen to fmile ; 
Where fighs, and groans, and fhrieks that rent the air, 
Are made, not mark'd ; where violent forrow feems 
A modern extafy : the dead man's knell 
Is there fcarce afk'd, for who ; and good men's lives 
Expire before the flowers in their caps, 
Dying, or ere they ficken. 

MAC*. O, relation, 
Too nice, and yet too true ? 

MAL. What is the neweft grief? 

Ros. That of an hour's age doth hifs the fpeaker ; 
Each minute teems a new one. 

MAC J . How does my wife ? 

Ros. Why, welL 

MAC*. And all my children ? 

Ros. Well too. 

MAC*. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? [them . 

Ros. No ; they were well at peace, when I did leave 

MAC*. Be not a niggard of your fpeech ; How goes't ? 

Ros. When I came hither to tranfport the tidings,, 
Which I have heavily born, there ran a rumour 
Of many worthy fellows that were out ; 
Which was to my belief witnefT'd the rather, 
For that I faw the tyrant's power a-foot : 
Now is the time of help ; your eye in Scotland 
Would create foldiers, make our women fight, 
To doff their dire diftrefles. 

MAL. Be it their comfort, 
We are coming thither : gracious England hath 
Lent us good Seynuard, and ten thousand men j. 
An older and a better foldier r none 

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That Chriftendom gives out. 

Ros. 'Would I could anfwer 
This comfort with the like ! But I have words, 
That would be howl'd out in the desert air, 
Where hearing fhould not latch them. 

MAC*. What concern they ? 
The general cause ? or is it a fee grief, 
Due to fome (ingle breaft ? 

Roy. No mind, that's honeft, 
But in it (hares fome woe; though the main part 
Pertains to you alone. 

MAC*. If it be mine, 
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. 

Ros. Let not your ears defpise my tongue for ever, 
Which (hall possefs them with the heavieft found 
That ever yet they heard. 

MAC*. Hum ! I guefs at it. 

Ros. Your caftle is furpriz'd ; your wife, and babes, 
Savagely flaughter'd : to relate the manner, 
Were, on the quarry of these murther'd deer, 
To add the death of you. 

MAL , Merciful heaven ! _ 

What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; 
Give forrow words : the grief, that does not fpeak, 
Whifpers the o'er- fraught heart, and bids it break. 

MAC d . My children too ? 

Ros. Wife, children, fervants, all 
That could be found. 

MAC*. And I mud be from thence! 
My wife kill'd too ? 
Ros. I have faid. 

MAL. Be comforted : 

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68 Macbeth. 

Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, 
To cure this deadly grief. 

MAC*. He has no children. _ All my pretty ones ? 
Did you fay, all ?_O hell-kite !_ All ? 
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, 
At one fell fwoop ? 

MAL. Difpute it like a man. 

MAC*. I mall do fo ; 
But I muft alfo feel it as a man : 
I cannot but remember fuch things were, 
That were moft precious to me._Did heaven look on, 
And would not take their part ? Sinful Mac duff", 
They were all ftrook for thee : naught that I am, 
Not for their own demerits, but for mine, 
Fell flaughter on their fouls : Heaven reft them now ! 

MAL. Be this the whetftone of your fword : let grief 
Convert to anger ; blunt not the heart, enrage it. 

MAC*. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, 
And braggart with my tongue ! _ But, gentle heaven, 
Cut fliort all intermiffion ; front to front, 
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myfelf ; 
Within my fword's length fet him ; if he 'fcape, 
Heaven, forgive him too ! 

MAL. This tune goes manly. 
Come, go we to the king ; our power is ready, 
Our lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth 
Is ripe for making, and the powers above 
Put on their inftruments. Receive what cheer you may ; 
The night is long, that never finds the day. [Exeunt. 

AC? V. 

** This time goes 

Macbeth. 69 

5 C E NE I. Dunfmane. A Room in the Cajlh. 
Enter a Do&or of Physick, and a ^;//o--Gentlewoman. 

Doc. I have two nights watch'd with you, but can 
perceive no truth in your report. When was it fhe laft 
walk'd ? 

Gtn. Since his majefty went into the field, I have feen 
her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, 
unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, 
read it, afterwards feal it, and again return to bed; yet 
all this while in a moft faft fleep. 

Doc. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive at 
once the benefit of fleep, and do the effects of watch- 
ing In this flumbry agitation, befides her walking, 

and other actual performances, what, at any time, have 
you heard her fay ? 

Gen. That, fir, which I will not report after her. 

Doc, You may, to me ; and 'tis moft meet you mould. 

Gen. Neither to you, nor any one ; having- no witnefs 
to confirm myfpeech. 

Enter Lady MACB-ETH, with a Taper. 
Lo you, here me comes '.This is her very guise ; and, 
upon my life, faft afleep : Observe her ; {land clofe. 

Doc . How came (he by that light ? 

Gen. Why, it flood by her : fhe has light by her con- 
tinually, 'tis her command. 

Doc. You fee, her eyes are open. 

Gen, Ay, but their fenfe is (hut. 

Doc. What is it fhe does now ? Look, how fhe rubs 
her hands. 

Gen. It is an accuftom'd action with her, to feem thus 
wafhiug her hands ; I have known her continue in this 

* 8 fenfe are fliut 

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7 Macbeth. 

a quarter of an hour. 

L. M b . Yet here's a fpot. 

Doc . Hark, fhe fpeaks : I will fet down what comes 
from her, [taking out hisTables] tofatiffy my remembrance 
the more ftrongly. 

L. M b . Out, damned fpot ! out, I fay ! One ; Two ; 
Why, then 'tis time to do't : Hell is murky. Fie, my 
lord, fie ! a foldier, and afeard ? what need we fear who 
knows it, when none can call our power to account ? Yet 
who would have thought the old man to have had fo 
much blood in him ? 

Doc. Do you mark that ? 

I. M*. The thane of Fife Had a wife ; Where is (he 
now ? What, will these hands ne'er be clean ? No 
more o'that, my lord, no more o'that : you mar all with 
this ftarting. 

Doc. Go to, go to ; you have known what you 
fliould not. 

Gen. She has fpoke what fhe mould not, I am fure 
of that ; heaven knows what fhe has known. 

L. M". Here's the fmell of the blood ftill : all the 
perfumes of Arabia will not fweeten this little hand. 
O, o, o ! 

Doc. What a fighisthere?Theheartisforelycharg'd. 

Gen. I would not have fuch a heart in my bosom, 
for the dignity of the whole body. 

Doc. Well, well, well, 

Gen. Pray God, it be, fir. 

Doc . This disease is beyond my practice : Yet I have 
known those which have walk'd in their fleep, who have 
dy'd holily in their beds. 

L. M*. Wafh your hands, put on your night-gown ; 

Macbeth. 71 

look not fo pale : I tell you yet again, Banquo's bury'd ; 
he cannot come out of's grave. 

Doc. Even fo ? 

L. M b . To bed, to bed ; there's knocking at the gate: 
Come, come, come, come, give me your hand ; What's 
done, cannot be undone ; to bed, to bed, to bed. 

[Exit Lady MACBETH. 

Doc. Will fhe go now to bed? 

Gen. Direftly. 

Doc. Foul whifp'rings are abroad : Unnatural deeds 
Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds 
To their deaf pillows will difcharge their fecrets. 
More needs fhe the divine, than the physician, _. 
God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; 
Remove from her the means of all annoyance, 
And ftill keep eyes upon her: So, good night: 
My mind fhe has mated, and amaz'd my fight: 
J think, but dare not fpeak. 

Gen, Good night, good do<2or. [Exeunt feweralfy. 

SCE NE II. Country near Dunfmane. 

Enter, <uiithDrum and Colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS, 

ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers, marching. 

MEN. The Englijb power is near, led on by Malcolm* 
His uncle Seyward, and the good Macdujf. 
Revenges burn in them : for their dear causes 
Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, 
Excite the mortify'd man. 

ANG . Near Birnam wood 
Shall we well meet them ; that way are they coming. 

CAT. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his brother ? 

Ls. N. For certain, fir, he is not : I have a file 

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72 Macbeth. 

Of all the gentry ; there is SeywarJ's fon, 
And many unrough youths, that even now 
Proteft their firft of manhood. 

MEN. What does the tyrant ? 

CAT. Great Dunjinane he ftrongly fortifies : 
Some fay, he's mad; others, that lefTer hate him, 
Do call it valiant fury : but, for certain, 
He cannot buckle his diftemper'd cause 
Within the belt of rule. 

AUG. Now does he feel 
His fecret murthers {ticking on his hands ; 
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith -breach ; 
Those, he commands, move only in command, 
Nothing in love : now does he feel his title 
Hang loofe about him, like a giant's robe 
Upon a dwarfifh thief. 

MEN. Who then fhall blame 
His pefter'd fenfes to recoil, and ftart, 
When all that is within him does condemn 
Itfelf, for being there. 

CJT. Well, march we on, 
To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd : 
Meet we the med'cin of the fickly weal ; 
And with him pour we, in our country's purge, 
Each drop of us. 

LEN. Or fo much as it needs, 
To dew the fovereign flower, and drown the weeds. 
Make we our march towards Birnam. [Exeunt marching. 

SCENE III. Dunfmane. A Room in the Cqfile. 
Enter MACBETH ; Doclor, and Others, attending. 
MAC*. Bring me no more reports ; let them fly all : 

Macbeth. 73 

'Till Birnam wood remove to Dun/inane, 
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm ? 
Was he not born of woman ? Spirits, that know 
All mortal confequences, have pronounc'd me, 
Fear not, Macbeth ; no man, that *s born ofiunman, 
Shall ier have power upon thee. Then fly, falfe thanes, 
And mjngle with the Englijb epicures : 
The mind I fway by, and the heart I bear, 
Shall never fag with doubt, nor make with fear. 

Enter an Attendant, haftily. 

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon ! 
Where got'ft thou that goofe look ? 

Att. There is ten thousand. 

MAC*. Geefe, villain ? 

Att. Soldiers, fir. 

MAC*. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, 
Thou lilly-liver'd boy. What foldiers, patch ? 
Death of thy foul ! those linnen cheeks of thine 
Are counfellors to fear. What foldiers, whey-face? 

Att. The Englijh force, fo please you. [heart, 

MAC*. Take thy face hence. Seyton! _I am fick at 
When I behold -Seyton, I fay !_Thispum 
Will cheer me ever, or disease me now. 
I have liv'd long enough : my way of life 
Is fain into the fear, the yellow leaf: 
And that which fhould accompany old age, 
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, 
I muft not look to have ; but, in their ftead, 
Curfes, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, 
Which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not. 
Seyton ! 

Enter SEYTON. 

3 v. Note. 

74. Macbeth. 

SET. What is your gracious pleasure ? 

MAC*. What news more ? 

SET. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. 

MAC*. rilfight,tillfrommybonesmyflefhbehack'd 

Give me my armour. 

Ser. "fis not needed yet. 

MAC*. I'll put it on. 

Send out more horfes, fkirr the country round ; 
Hang those that talk of fear Give me mine armour. _, 
How does your patient, doctor ? 

Doc. Not fo fick, my lord, 
As me is troubl'd with thick-coming fancies, 
That keep her from her reft. 

MAC". Cure her of that : 
Canft thou not minifter to a mind diseas'd; 
Pluck from the memory a rooted forrow ; 
Rafe out the written troubles of the brain j 
And, with fome fweet oblivious antidote, 
Cleanse the ftuft bosom of that perilous ftuff 
Which weighs upon the heart ? 

Dof. Therein the patient 
Muft minifter to himfelf. 

MAC*. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of it. 
Come, put mine armour on ; give me my itaff: _ 
Seyton, fend out. _ Doctor, the thanes fly from me : 
Come, fir, difpatch:_ If thoucould'ft, doctor, caft 
The water of my land, find her disease, 
And purge it to a found and prilline health, 
I would applaud thee to the very echo, 
That mould applaud again. _ Pull't off, I fay. ^. 
What rhubarb, fenna, or what purgative drug, 
Would fcour these Englijh he,uce ? Hearefl thou of them ? 

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Doc. Ay, my good lord ; your royal preparation 
Makes us hear fomething. 

Mjc b . Bring it after me 
I will not be afraid of death and bane, 
' Till Birnam foreft come to Du.nfenane. 

Doc. " Were I from Dun/inane away and clear, " 
" Profit again mould hardly draw me here. " [Exeunt. 

S CENE i V. Plains kadi}i 
Enter, ivithDrum and Colours, MALCOLM; olct E Y w A R D, 
and hi i Sen ;MACDUFF,MENTETH, and the other Thanes, 
and Scluiers, marching. 

MAL . Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand, 
That chambers will be fafe. 

MEN. We doubt it nothing. 

o. S. What wood is this before us ? 

MEN. The wood of Birnam. 

MAL. Let every foldierhew him down a bough, 
And bear't before him ; thereby mall we fhadow 
The numbers of our hoft, and make difcovery 
Err in report of us. 

Sol. It mail be done. 

o. S. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant 
Keeps ftill in Dun/inane, and will endure 
Our fetting down before it. 

MAL. 'Tis his main hope : 
For where there is advantage to be gone, 
Both more and lefs have given him the revolt ; 
And none ferve with him but conftrained things, 
Whose hearts are abfent too. 

MAC d . Let our juft cenfures 
Attend the true event, and put we on 

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76 Macbeth. 

Induftrious foldierfhip. 

o, S. The time approaches, 
That will with due decision make us know 
What we fhall fay we have, and what we owe. 
Thoughts fpeculative their unfure hopes relate ; 
But certain iffue ftrokes muft arbitrate : 
Towards which, advance the war. [Exeunt marching. 

SCENE V. Dunfmane. APlat-form<withintheCaftle. 

Enter, ivith Drum and Colours, MACBETH, 

S E y T o N , and Soldiers. 

MAC*. Hang out our banners on the outward walls ; 
The cry is ftill, They come : Our cattle's ftrength 
Will laugh a fiege to fcorn : here let them lye, 
'Till famine, and the ague, eat them up : 
Were they not forc'd with those that mould be ours, 
We might have met them dareful beard to beard, 
And beat them backward home. What is that noise ? 
[rt Cry within, of Women, 

SET. It is the cry of women, my good lord. 

MA c b . I have almoft forgot the tafte of fears : 
The time has been, my fenfes would have cool'd 
To hear a night-ftuiek ; and my fell of hair 
Would at a dismal treatife rouse, and ftir 
As life were in't : I have fupt full with horrors ; 
Direnefs, familiar to my flaught'rous thoughts, 
Cannot once ftart me Wherefore was that cry ? 

SET. The queen, my lord, is dead. 

Mjc h . She (hould have dy'd hereafter ; 
There would have been a time for fuch a word. _ 
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, 

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To the laft fyllable of recorded time ; 

And all our yefterdays have lighted fools 

The way to ftudy death. Out, out, brief candle ! 

Life's but a walking fhadow ; a poor player, 

That ftruts and frets his hour upon the ftage, 

And then is heard no more : it is a tale 

Told by an ideot, full of found and fury, 

Signifying nothing. 

Enter a MefTenger. 
Thou com'ft to use thy tongue ; thy ftory quickly. 

Me/". Gracious my lord, 
I mould report that which I'B fay I faw, 
But know not how to do't. 

Mtc*' Well, fay it, fir. 

Mef. As I did ftand my watch upon the hill, 
I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, 
The wood began to move. 

MAC". Liar, and flave! [ftriking him, 

Mef. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not fo^ 
Within this three mile may you fee it coming ; 
I fay, a moving grove. 

MAC\ If thou fpeak'ft falfe, 
Upon the next tree lhalt thou hang alive, 
'Till famine cling thee : if thy fpeech be footh, 
I care not if thou doft for me as much. _ 
J pull in resolution ; and begin 
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, 
That lies like truth : Fear not, 'till Birnam wood 
Do come to Dunfinane ; and now a wood 

Comes toward Dun/inane. Arm, arm, and out ! 

If this, which he avouches, does appear, 
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. 

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I 'gin to be aweary of the fun, 
And wifh the eftate o'the world were now undone, 
Ring the alarum bell : _ Blow, wind ! come, wrack ! 
At leaft we'll dye with harnefs on our back. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VI. The fame. Plain before the Caftle. 
Enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old 
SKYWARD, MACDUFF, &c. and Forces, with Boughs. 
MAL. Now, near enough ; your leavy fcreens throw 
And (hew like those you are : You, worthy uncle, [down, 
Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble fon, 
Lead our firft battle : worthy Macdujf, and we, 
Shall take upon us what elfe remains to do, 
According to our order. 

o. S. Fare you well. _ 
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, 
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. [breath, 

MAC*. Make all our trumpets fpeak, give them all 
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VII. rhefame. Another Part of the Plain. 
Alarums, as of a Battle joined. Skirmijbings. 


Mxc ft . They have ty'd me to a ftake ; I cannot fly, 
But, bear-like, I mutt fight the courfe._ What's he, 
That was not born of woman : Such a one 
Am I to fear, or none. 

Enter young S E Y w A R D . 
y. S. What is thy name ? 
MAC". Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. 
y. S. No ; though thou call'ft thyfelf a hotter name 
Than any is in hell. 

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. My name's Macbeth. 

y. S. The devil himfelf could not pronounce a title 
More hateful to mine ear. 

MAC b . No, nor more fearful. 

y. S. Thou ly'ft, abhorred tyrant ; with my fvvord 
I'll prove the lye thou fpeak'ft. 

[fight; and young Seyward is Jlain. 

MAC*. Thou waft born of woman. 

But fwords I fmile at, weapons laugh to fcorn, 
Brandifh'd by man that's of a woman born. [Exit. 
Alarums. Enter M A c D u F F . 

MAC*. That way the noise is : Tyrant, fliew thy face ; 
If thou be'ft {lain, and with no ftroke of mine, 
My wife and children's ghofts will haunt me flill : 
I cannot ftrike at wretched kernes, whose arms 
Are hir'd to bear their ftaves ; either thou, Macbeth, 
Or elfe my fword, with an unbatter'd edge, 
I (heath again undeeded. There thou ftiould'ft be j 
By this great clatter, one of greateft note 
Seems bruited : Let me find him, fortune ! and 
More I beg not. [Exit. Alarums. 


o. S. This way, my lord ; the caftle's gently render'd ; 
The tyrant's people on both fides do fight ; 
The noble thanes do bravely in the war ; 
The day almoft itfclf profefles yours, 
And little is to do. 

MAL . We have met with foes 
That ftrike befide us. 

o. S. Enter, fir, the caftle. [Exeunt. Alarums. 

Re enter MACBETH. 

Mjc b . Why fhould I play the Roman fool, aad dye 

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On mine own fword ? whiles I fee lives, the gaflies 
Do better upon them : 

Re-enter MACDUFF, 

MAC*, Turn, hell-hound, turn. 

MAC* . Of all men elfe I have avoided thee : 
But get thee back, my foul is too much charg'd 
With blood of thine already. 

MAC A . I have no words, 

My voice is in my fword ; thou bloodier villain 
Than terms can give thee out ! 

MAC". Thou loseft labour : 
As easy may'ft thou the intrenchant air 
With thy keen fword imprefs, as make me bleed : 
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crefts ; 
I bear a charmed life, which mull not yield 
To one of woman born. 

MAC*. Defpair thy charm ; 
And let the angel, whom thou ftill haft ferv'd, 
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb 
Untimely ript. 

MAC". Accurfed be that tongue that tells me fo, 
For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! 
And be these jugling fiends no moi;e believ'd, 
That palter with us in a double fenfe ; 
That keep the word of promise to onr ear, 
And break it to our hope. _ I'll not fight with thee 

MAC d . Then yield thee, coward, 
And live to be the mew and gaze o'the time. 
We'll have thee, as our rarer monfters are, 
Painted upon a pole; and under-writ, 
Here may you fee the tyrant. 

MAC". I will not yield, 


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To kifs the ground before young Malcdm's feet* 
And to be baited with the rabble's curfe. 
Though Birnam wood be come to Dun/inane, 
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, 
Yet I will try the laft : Before my body 
I throw my warlike fhield : lay on, Macdujf; 
And damn'd be him that firft cries, Hold, enough. 

[ Exeunt fighting 
Retreat. Flourijb. 

Re- enter, with Drum and Colours, 
MALCOLM, and old SEYWARD ; ivith ROSSE, 

the other Thanes, Soldiers, &C. 

MAL. I would the friends, we mifs, were fafe arriv'd. 
c. S. Some muft go off: and yet, by these I fee, 
So great a day as this is cheaply bought. 

MAL. Macduff\s miffing, and your noble fon. 
Ros. Your fon, my lord, has pay'd a foldier's debt : 
He only liv'd but 'till he was a man ; 
The which no fooner had his prowefs confirm'd 
In the unftmnking ftation where he fought, 
But like a man hedy'd. 

o. S. Then he is dead ? [forrow 

Ros. Ay, and brought off the field : your cause of 
Muft not be measur'd by his worth, for then 
It hath no end. 

o. 5. Had he his hurts before ? 
Ros. Ay, on the front. 
o. S. Why then, God's foldier be he ! 
Had I as many fons as I have hairs, 
I would not wifti them to a fairer death : 
And fo his knell is knoll'd. 

MAL . He's worth more forrow, 

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8z Macbeth. 

And that I'll fpend for him. 

o, S. He's worth no more ; 
They fay, he parted well, and pay'd his fcore : 
And fo, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort. 
Re-enter MACDUFF, with Macbeth's Head. 

MAC' 1 . Hail, king ! for fo thou art : Behold , where ftands 
The usurper's curfed head : the time is free : 
I fee thee compafFd with thy kingdom's pearl, 
That fpeak my falutation in their minds ; 
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, 
Hail, king of Scotland ! 

all. Hail, king of Scotland ! \FlourlJh. 

MAL. We (hall not fpend a large expence of time, 
Before we reckon with your feveral loves, 
And make us even with you : My thanes and kinsmen, 
Henceforth be earls, the firft that ever Scotland 
In fuch an honour nam'd. What's more to do, 
Which would be planted newly with the time, 
As calling home our exiFd friends abroad, 
That fled the fnares of watchful tyranny ; 
Producing forth the cruel minifters 
Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen ; 
Who, as 'tis thought, by felf and violent hands 
Took off her life ; This, and what needful elfe 
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, 
We will perform in measure, time, and place : 
So, thanks to all at once, and to each one ; 
Whom we invite to fee us crown'd at Scone. 

Flourijh. [Exeunt. 

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