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Volume the feventh : 


Richard III; 
Henry VIII; 



Printed for J. and R. TON SON in the Stranif. 



Perfons represented. 

King Edward the fourth : 
Edward, Prince of Wales, afterwar 
and Richard, Duke of York, bis Sons : 
Richard, Duke c/"Glofter, afterwards King; 
and George, Duke of Clarence, his Brothers : 
a young Son of Clarence. 
Henry, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King. 
Earl Rivers, Brother to Edward'j Queen : 
Marquifs o/~Dorfet, and Lord Grey, her Sons. 
Cardinal Bourchier, Archbijhop of Canterbury. 
4rcbbiJhopofVo&.. BiJkopofEly. [So. 

Duke ^Buckingham. Duke o/'Norfolk : Ear/of Surrey, bit 
Ear/of 'Oxford. Lord Hz&ings. Lord Stanley. LordLovel. 
Sir Richard Ratcliff. 5/rWm.Catesby. -SVrJamesTyrrel. 
5/VThomasVaughan. S/rJamesBlunt. 5/VW alter Herbert. 
Sir Robert Brakenbury, Lieutenant of the T'ower. 
Mayor, and three Citizens, of London. SkeriffofWihttilrc. 
Chriftopher Urfwick, a Priejt. another Priejt. 
a Page, a Scrivener, a Purfui<vant. two Gentlemen. 
Jix Mejfingers, and two Murtherert. 

Margaret, Henry thefatk's Widow. 

Elizabeth, Queen to Edward the fourth : 

Dut chefs o/*York, his Mother. 

Lady Anne, afterwards Dutchefs o/'Glofler, and Queen. 

an infant Daughter of Clarence. 

Lords, and other Attendants. Citizens, Soldiers, &c. 
Scene, England ; difperfedly. 



SCENE I. London. A Street. 

Ric. Now is the winter of our difcontent 
Made glorious fummer by this fun of York ; 
And all the clouds, that lour'd upon our houfe, 
In the deep bosom- of the ocean bury'd : 
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; 
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; 
Our item alarums chang'd to merry meetings, 
Our dreadful marches to delightful meafures : 
Grim-visag'd war hath fmooth'd his wrinkl'd front ; 
And now, inftead of mounting barbed fteeds> 
To fright the fouls of fearful adverfaries, 
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, 
To the lafcivious pleasing of a lute. 
But I, that am not fhap'd for fportive tricks, 
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glafs ; 
J,that am rudely ilamp'd, and want love's majefly, 

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To ftrut before a wanton ambling nymph ; 

I, that am cnrtail'd of this fair proportion, 

Cheated of feature by diflembling nature, 

Deform'd, unfinifh'd, fent before my time 

Into this breathing world, fcarce half made up, 

And that fo lamely and unfaftiionably, 

That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them ; 

Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, 

Have no delight to pafs away the time ; 

Unlefs to fpy my fhadow in the fun, 

And defcant on mine own deformity : 

And therefore, fince I cannot prove a lover, 

To entertain these fair well-fpoken days, 

I am determined to prove a villain, 

And hate the idle pleasures of these days. 

Plots have J lay'd, inductions dangerous, 

By drunken prophefies, libels, and dreams, 

To fet my brother Clarence, and the king, 

In deadly hate the one againft the other : 

And, if king Edward be as true and juft, 

As J am fubtle, falfe, and treacherous, 

This day mould Clarence clofely be mew'd up ; 

About a prophefy, which fays that G 

Of Edward's heirs the murtherer (hall be. 

Dive, thoughts, down to my foul; here Clarence comes, 

Enter CLARENCE; BRAKENBURY, and a Guard, 

*with him. 

Brother, good day : What means this armed guard, 
That waits upon your grace r 

CLA. His majelty, 

Tend'ring my perfon's fafety, hath appointed 
This conduct to convey me to the towex. 

6 unfafliionablc 

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Rtc. Upon what cause ? 
CLA. Because my name is George. 
Ric. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; 
He mould, for that, commit your godfathers : 
Belike, his majefty hath fome intent, 
That you (hall be new-chriften'd in the tower. 
But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know ? 

CLA. Yea, Richard, when I know ; for, I proteft^ 
As yet I do not : But, as I can learn, 
He hearkens after prophefies, and dreams ; 
And from the crofs-row plucks the letter G, 
And fays a wizard told him, that by G 
His iflue dif-inherited mould be ; 
And, for my name of George begins with G, 
It follows in his thought, that [ am he : 
These, as I learn, and fuch like toys as these, 
Have mov'd his highnefs to commit me now. 

Ric. Why.this it is, when men are rul'd by women: 
'Tis not the king, that fends you to the tower ; 
My lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis (he, 
That tempts him to this harm extremity. 
Was it not me, and that good man of worfhip, 
Antony Woode--ville, her brother there, 
That made him fend lord Haftings to the tower ; 
From whence this present day he is deliver'd : 
We are not fafe, Clarence, we are not fafe. 

CLA. By heaven, I think, there's no man is fecure, 
But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds 
That trudge betwixt the king and miltrefs Shore. 
Heard you not, what an humble fuppliant 
Lord Haftings was to her for his delivery ? 
RJC. Humbly complaining to her deity 

5 O belike 

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Got my lord chamberlain his liberty. 

I'll tell you what, I think, it is our way, 

If we will keep in favour with the king, 

To be her men, and wear her livery: 

The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herfelf. 

Since that our brother dub'd them gentlewomen, 

Are mighty goffips in this monarchy. 

BRA. 1 befeech your graces both to pardon me ; 
His majefty hath ftraitly given in charge, 
That no man mail have private conference, 
Of what degree foever, with his brother. 

Ric. Even fo ? an please your worfhip, Brakenbury, 
You may partake of any thing we fay : 
We fpeak no treason, man ; We fay, the king 
Is wise, and virtuous; and his noble queen 
Well ttrook in years, pet fair flill, and not jealous : 
We fay, that Shoris wife hath a pretty foot, 
A cherry lip, a pafling pleasing tongue ; 
That the queen's kindred are made gentle-folks : 
How fay you, fir ? can you deny all this ? 

BRA. With this, my lord, myfelf have nought to do. 

Ric. Naught to do with miftrefs Shore? I tell thee* 


He that doth naught with her, excepting one, 
'STwere beft he do it fecretly. 

BRA. What one, my lord ? [f?a? 

Ric. Her husband, knave : Would'ft thou betray me? 

BRA. I befeech your grace to pardon me; and, withal, 
Forbear your conference with the noble duke. 

CL A. We know thy charge, Brakenbutj, and. will obey. 

Ric. We are the queen's abjefts, and muft obey. 
Brother, farewel : I will unto the king ; 

*8 Lip, a bonny Eye, a '9 And that *5 fecretly alone. 

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And whatsoever you'll employ me in, 

Were it, to call king Edward's widow filter, 

I will perform it, to enfranchise you. 

Mean time, this deep difgrace in brotherhood 

Touches me deeper than you can imagine. 

CLA. I know, it pleaseth neither of us well. 

Ric. Well, your imprisonment fhall not be long; 
I will deliver you, or elfe lye for you : 
Mean time, have patience. 

CLA. I muft perforce; farewel. 

[Exeunt CLA. BR A. and Guard. 

Ric. Go, tread the path that thou (halt ne'er return, 
Simple, plain Clarence! I do love thee fo, 
That I will fhortly fend thy foul to heaven, 
If heaven will take the present at our hands. 
But who comes here ? the new-deliver'd Hajlings? 

HAS. Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! 

Ric. As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! 
Well are you welcome to this open air. 
How hath your lordfhip brook'd imprisonment ? 

HAS. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners muft : 
But I fhall live, my lord, to give them thanks, 
That were the cause of my imprisonment. 

RJC. No doubt, no doubt ; and fo fhall Clarence too; 
For they, that were your enemies, are his, 
And have prevail'd as much on him, as you. 

HAS. More pity, that the eagle mould be mew'd, 
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. 

Ric. What news abroad? 

HAS. No news fo bad abroad, as this at home ; 
The king is fickly, weak, and melancholy, 

8 Richard HI. 

And his physicians fear him mightily. 

Ric. Now, by faint Paul, this news i bad indeed. 
O, he hath kept an evil diet long, 
And over-much confum'd his royal perfonj 
'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. 
What, is he in his bed ? 

HJS. He is. 

Ric. Go you before, and I will follow you. 


He cannot live, I hope; and muft not die, 
'Till George be pack'd with poft-horfe up to heaven. 
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, 
With lies well fteel'd with weighty arguments; 
And if 1 fail not in my deep intent, 
Clarence hath not another day to live : 
Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy, 
And leave the world for me to buftle in. 
For then I'll marry Warivic&'s youngeft daughter: 
What though I kill'd her husband, and her father? 
The readieil way to make the wench amends, 
Is to become her husband, and her father: 
The which will I ; not all fo much for love, 
As for another fecret clofe intent, 
Ey marrying her, which I muft reach unto. 
But yet 1 run before my horfe to market : 
Clarence {till breaths; Edward ftill lives, and reigns ; 
When they are gone, then muft I count my gains. 


SCENE II. The fame. Mother Street. 

Enter the Corpfe of Henry the Jixth, born in an open. 

Coffin, and Jknderly attended ; Gtntltmen, blaring 

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Halberds, ivitb it ; and Lady ANNF, 

as Mourner. 

Any '. Set down, fet down your honourable load, 
If honour may be fhrouded in a hearfe, 
Whilft J a while obfequioufly lament 
The untimely fall of virtuous Lancafter.. 

[Bearers Jet down the Coffin. 
Poor key -cold figure of a holy king, 
Pale afties of the houfe of Lancafter, 
Thou bloodlefs remnant of that royal blood, 
Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghoft, 
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, 
Wife to thy Edward, to thy flaughter'd fon, 
Stab'd by the felf-fame hand that made these wounds. 
Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, 
I pour the helplefs balm of my poor eyes : 
O, curfed be the hand, that made these holes ! 
Curfed the heart, that had the heart to do it ! 
Curfed the blood, that let this blood from hence ! 
More direful hap betide that hated wretch, 
That makes us wretched by the death of thee, 
Than I can with to adders, fpiders, toads, 
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives ! 
If ever he have child, abortive be it, 
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light, 
Whose ugry and unnatural afpecl 
May fright the hopeful mother at the view ; 
And that be heir to his unhappinefs ! 
If ever he have wife, let her be made 
More miserable by the death of him, 
Than I am made by my young lord, and thee ! _ 
Come, now, towards Cbertfey with your holy load. 

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Taken from Paul's to be interred there ; 
And, ftill as you are weary of the weight, 
Reft you, whiles I lament king Henry's corfe. 

Bear en take up the Corpfe, and move forward : 

Ric. Stay, you that bear the corfe, and fet it down. 

4nN. What black magician conjures up this fiend, 
To flop devoted charitable deeds ? 

Ric. Villains, fet down the corfe; or, by faint Pau/ t 
I'll make a corfe of him that difobeys. 

i. G. My lord, ftand back, and let the coffin pafs. 

Ric. Unmanner'd dog, ftand thou when I command: 
Advance thy halberd higher than my bread, 
Or, by faint Paul, I'll ftrike thee to my foot, 
And fpurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldnefs. 

[Corpfe Jet donvx. 

Aw. What, do you tremble ? are you all afraid .' 
Alas, I blame you not ; for you are mortal, 
And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil. _ 
Avant, thou dreadful minifter of hell ! 
Thou hadft but power over his mortal body, 
His foul thou canft not have; therefore, be gone. 

Ric, Sweet faint, for charity, be not fo curft. 

JJNN. Foul devil, for God's fake, hence, and trouble 

us not; 

For thou haft made the happy earth thy hell, 
Fill'd it with curfing cries, and deep exclaims. 
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, 
Behold this "|" pattern of thy butcheries: 
O, gentlemen, fee, fee ! dead Henry's wounds 
Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afrefti ! 
Blufh, blufh, thou lump of foul deformity ; 

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For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood 
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells ; 
Thy deed, inhuman, and unnatural, 
Provokes this deluge mod unnatural. _ 
O God, which this blood mad'ft, revenge his death ! 
O earth, which this blood drink'ft, revenge his death ! 
Either, heaven, withlightning ftrike the murthererdead; 
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick ; 
As thou doll fwallow up this good king's blood, 
Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered ! 
Ric. Lady, you know no rules of charity, 
Which renders good for bad, bleflings for curfes. 

ANN. Villain, thou know'ft no law of God nor man j 
No beaft fo fierce, but knows fome touch of pity. 
Ric. But I know none, and therefore am no beaft. 
ANN. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth '. 
RK. More wonderful, when angels are fo angry: 
Vouchfafe, divine perfection of a woman, 
Of these fupposed evils, to give me leave, 
By circumftance, but to acquit myfelf. 

ANN. Vouchfafe, diffus'd infection of a man, 
For these known evils, but to give me leave, 
By circumftance, to curfe thy curfed felf. 

Ric. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have 
Some patient leisure to excuse myfelf. 

ANN. Fouler than heartcan think thee, thou canftmake 
No excufe current, but to hang thyfelf. 

Ric. By fuch defpair, I mould accuse myfelf. 
ANN. And, by defpairing, malt thou ftand excus'd; 
For doing worthy vengeance on thyfelf, 
That didft unworthy {laughter upon others. 
Ric. Say, that I flew them not ? 

12 Richard Til. 

Aw. Then fay, they were not flain : 
But dead they are, and, devilim flave, by thee. 

Ric. I did not kill your husband. 

ANN. Why, then he is alive. 

{$jp.. Nay, he is dead ; and flain by Edward's hand. 

J|it0 In thy foul throat thou ly'ft ; queen Margaret 


Thy murd'rous faulchion fmoaking in his blood; 
The which thou once didft bend againft her breaft, 
But that thy brothers beat afide the point. 

Ric. I was provoked by her fland'rous tongue, 
Which lay'd their guilt upon my guiltlefs fhoulders. 

ANN. Thou waft provoked by thy bloody mind, 
Which never dreamt on ought but butcheries : 
Didft thou not kill this ~[~ king ? 

Ric. I grant ye. [me too, 

ANN. Doft grant me, hedge-hog ? then, God grant 
Thou may'ft be damned for that wicked deed ! 
O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. 

Ric. The fitter for the king of heaven that hath him. 

ANN. He is in heaven, where thou (halt never come. 

Ric. Let him thank me, that holp to fend him thi- 
For he was fitter for that place, than earth. 

ANN. And thou unfit for any place, but hell. 

Ric. Yes, one place elfe, if you will hear me name it. 

ANN. Some dungeon. 

Ric. Your bed-chamber. 

ANN. Ill reft betide the chamber where thou ly'ft ! 

Ric. So will it, madam, 'till 1 lye with you, 

tANN. I hope fo. 

Ric. I know fo. But, gentle lady Anne, 

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To leave this keen encounter of our wits, 
And fall fomewhat into a flower method ;" 
Js not the causer of the timelefs deaths 
Of these P/antagenets, Henry, and Edward, 
As blameful as the executioner ? 

4Ntf. Thou waft the cause, and moft accurfd effe. 

Ric. Your beauty was the cause of that effedl ; 
Your beauty, which did haunt me in my fleep, 
To undertake the death of all the world, 
So I might live one hour in your fweet bosom. 

ANN. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, 
These nails mould rend that beauty from my cheeks. 

Ric, These eyes could not endure that beauty's 
You mould not blemifh it, if I flood by : [wreck, 

As all the world is cheared by the fun, 
So I by that ; it is my day, my life. [life ! 

ANN. Black night o'er-lhade thy day, and death thy 

Ric. Curfe not thyfelf, fair creature; thou art both. 

ANN. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee. 

Ric. It is a quarrel moft unnatural, 
To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee. 

SJKN. It is a quarrel juft and reasonable, 
To be reveng'd on him that kilPd my husband. 

Ric. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, 
Did it to help thee to a better husband. 

ANN. His better doth not breath upon the earth. 

Ric. He lives, that loves you better than he could. 

ANN. Name him. 
Ric. Plant agenet. 

ANN. Why, that was he. 

Ric. The felf-fame name, but one of better nature. 

AXN. Where is he ? 


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Ric. Here : [Jhefpits at him,} Why doft thou fpit at 

JJKN. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy fake! [me? 

Ric. Never came poison from fo fweet a place. 

JJNN. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. 
Out of my fight ! thou doft infeft mine eyes. 

Ric. Thine eyes, fweet lady, have infefted mine. 

JNN . 'Would they were basiliflcs, to ftrike thee dead ! 

RK. I would they were, that I might die at once } 
For now they kill me with a living death. 
Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn fait tears, 
Sham'd their afpecls with ftore of childifti drops : 
These eyes, which never fhed remorfeful tear, 
Not, when my father York and Edward wept, 
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, 
When black-fac'd Clifford (hook his fword at him : 
Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, 
Told the fad ftory of my father's death ; 
And twenty times made pause, to fob, and weep, 
That all the ftanders-by had wet their cheeks, 
Like trees bedafti'd with rain : in that fad time, 
My manly eyes did fcorn an humble tear; 
And what these forrows could not thence exhale, 
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. 
I never fu'd to friend, nor enemy, 
My tongue could never learn fweet foothing word ; 
But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, 
My proud heart fues, and prompts my tongue to fpeak. 

[Jbe looks fcornfully at him. 
Teach not thy lip fuch fcorn ; for it was made 
For kiffing, lady, not for fuch contempt. 
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, 

\kneels, and gives bis Sword. 

>J No, when 

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Lo, here I lend thee this "j~ (harp- pointed fwxird ; 
Which if thou please to hide in this true breaft, 
And let the foul forth that adoreth thee, 
I lay it naked "|" to the deadly ftroke, 
And humbly beg the death upon my knee. 
Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry, 

[Jbe offers at bis Breajt. 
But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. 
Nay, now difpatch ; 'twas I, that ftab'd young Ed<ward\ 

[offers at it again. 
But 'twas thy heavenly face that fet me on. 

[throws away the Sword. 
Take up the fword again, or take up me. 

ANN. Arise, diflembler; though I wifh thy death, 
I will not be thy executioner. 

Ric. Then bid me kill myfelf, and I will do it. 

4nx. I have already. 

Ric. That was in thy rage : 
Speak it again, and, even with the word> 
This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, 
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; 
To both their deaths malt thou be accefiary. 

J$NN. I would, I knew thy heart. 

Ric. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue. 

4NH. I fear me, both are falfe. 

Ric. Then never man was true. 

ANN. Well, well, put up your fword. 

Ric. Say then, my peace is made. 

ANN. That fhall you know hereafter. 

Ric. But (hall I live in hope ? 

JNN. All men, 1 hope, live fo. 

Ric. Vouchfafe to wear this ~|~ ring. 


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dun. To take is not to give. 

Ric. Look, how this ring encompafleth thy finger, 

[putting it on. 

Even fo thy breaft encloseth my poor heart ; 
Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. 
And if thy poor devoted fervant may 
But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, 
Thou doft confirm his happinefs for ever. 

4ifN. What is it ? 

Ric. That it may please you leave these fad defigna 
To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, 
And presently repair to Cro/3y-place : 
Where after I have folemnly interr'd 
At Cbertfty monaft'ry this noble king, 
And wet his grave with my repentant tears, 
I will with all expedient duty fee you : 
For divers unknown reasons, I befeech you, 
Grant me this boon. 

JNN. With all my heart; and much it joys me too, 
To fee you are become fo penitent. _ 
Vre/el, and Berkley, go along with me. 

Ric. Bid me farewel. 

JNN. 'Tis more than you deserve : 
But, fince you teach me how to flatter you. 
Imagine I have faid farewel already. 

[Exeunt Lady ANNE, and two Gen. 

Ric. Take up the corfe, firs. 

2. G. Towards Cbertfty, noble lord ? 

Ric. No, to Wkitt-friars; there attend my coming. 

{Exeunt the reft, 'with the Corffe. 
Was ever woman in this humoor woo'd f 
Was ever woman in this humour won ? 

*7 Sirs take up the corfe 

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Til have her, but I will not keep her long. 

What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, 

To take her in her heart's extreameft hate ; 

With curfes in her mouth, tears in her eyes, 

The bleeding vvitnefs of her hatred by ; 

With God, her confcience, and these bars againft me, 

And I no friends to back my fuit withal, 

But the plain devil, and difiembling looks, 

And yet to win her, all the world to nothing! 


Hath (he forgot already that brave prince, 

Ed-wa>a y her lord, whom I, fome three months fince, 

Stab'd in my angry mood at Tevcksbury f 

A fweeter and a lovelier gentleman, 

Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, 

Young, valiant, wise, and (no doubt) right royal,"* 

The fpacious world cannot again afford : 

And will me yet abafe her eyes on me, 

That crop'd the golden prime of this fweet prince, 

And made her widow to a woful bed ? 

On me, whose all not equals Ed<vjard's moiety ? 

On me, that halt, and am unfiiapen thus ? 

My dukedom to a beggarly denier, 

I do miftake my perfon all this while : 

Upon my life, (he finds, although I cannot, 

Myfelf to be a marvelous proper man. 

I'll be at charges for a looking-glafs ; 

And entertain a fcore or two of taylors, 

To ftudy faihions to adorn my body : 

Since I am crept in favour with myfelf, 

1 will maintain it with fome little coft. 

But, firft, Til turn yon' fellow in his grave; 

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if Richard III. 

And then re-turn lamenting to my love. 

Shine out, fair fun, 'till 1 have bought a glafs, 

That I may fee my lhadow as I pafs. [Exit. 

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

Enter the Queen, Lord GREY her Son, and Lord 

RJ.VERS her Brother. 

Rir. Have patience, madam ; there's no doubt, his 

Will fbon recover his accuftom'd health. 

GRE. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worfe: 
Therefore, for God's fake, entertain good comfort, 
And cheer his grace with quick and merry words. 

>ue. If he were dead, what would betide of me? 

GRE. No other harm, but lofs of fuch a lord. 

$>ue. The lofs of fuch a lord includes all harms. 

GRE. The heavens have bleff'd you with a goodly fon, 
To be your comforter, when he is gone. 

>ut. Ah, he is young; and his minority 
Is put unto the truft of Richard Glofter, 
A man that loves not me, nor none of you. 

Rir. Is it concluded, he fhall be protector? 

<!>ue. It is determin'd, not concluded yet : 
But fo it muft be, if the king mifcarry. 


GRE. Here come the lords of Buckingham and Stanley. 

Bvc. Good time of day unto your royal grace! 

STA. Godmakeyourmajeftyjoyfulasyou have been \ 

Que. The countefs Richmond, good my lord of Stanley^ 
To your good prayer will fcarcely fay amen. 
Yet, Stanley, notwithftanding (he's your wife, 
And loves not me, be you, good lord, aflur'd, 

a 5 v. Af. 

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I hate not you for her proud arrogance. 

STA. I do befeech you, either not believe 
The envious flanders of her falfe accusers; 
Or, if (he be accus'd on true report, 
Bear with her weaknefs, which, I think, proceeds 
From wayward ficknefs, and no grounded malice^ 

Riv. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Stanley? 

STJ. But now the duke of Buckingham, and I, 
Are come from visiting his majefty. 

>ue. What likelihood of his amendment, lords ? 

Eve. Madam, good hope; hisgracefpeakschearfully. 

>ue. Godgranthimhealth! Did you confer with him? 

Sue. Ay, madam : he desires to make atonement 
Between the duke of Glojler and your brothers, 
And between them and my lord chamberlain ; 
And fent to warn them to his royal presence. 

Qve. 'Would, all were well ! But that will never be ; 
I fear, our happinefs is at the height. 

DORSET, iuitb him. 

Ric. They do me wrong, and t will not endure it: 
Who are they, that complain unto the king, 
That f, forfooth, am ftern, and love them not ? 
By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly, 
That fill his ears with fuch diflentious rumours. 
Because I cannot flatter, and fpeak fair, 
Smile in men's faces, fmooth, deceive, and cog, 
Duck with French nods and apifh courtefy, 
1 mull be held a ranc'rous enemy. 
Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, 
But thus his fimple truth mult be abus'd 
By filken, fly, infmuating Jacki? 

20 Richard III. 

GRE. To whom in all this presence fpeaks your grace? 

Ric. To thee, that haft nor honefty, nor grace. 
When have I injur'd thee? when done thee wrong?-. 
Or thee ? _ or thee ? _ or any of your fadlion ? 
A plague upon you all ! His royal grace, 
Whom God preserve better than you would wifh ! 
Cannot be quiet fcarce a breathing while, 
But you mult trouble him with lewd complaints. 

>ue. Brother of Glofter, you miftake the matter : 
The king of his own royal difposition, 
And not provok'd by any fuitor elfe ; 
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, 
That in your outward aftion fhews itfelf, 
Againft my children, brothers, and myfelf, 
Hath fent for you ; that thereby he may gather 
The ground of your ill will, and fo remove it. 

Ric. I cannot tell ; The world is grown fo bad, 
That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch : 
Since every Jack became a gentleman, 
There's many a gentle perfon made z.Jack. [G!o/?er; 

Que. Come, come, we know your meaning, brother 
You envy my advancement, and my friends : 
God grant, we never may have need of you ! 

Ric. Meantime,God grants that we have need of you; 
Our brother is imprison'd by your means, 
Myfelf difgrac'd, and the nobility 
Held in contempt; while great promotions 
Are daily given, to enoble those 
That fcarce, fome two days fince, were worth a noble. 

>ue. By Him that rais'd me to this careful height 
From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, 
1 never did incenfe his majeily 

'5 Makes him to fend, that * 6 and to 

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Againft the duke of Clarence, but have been 
An earneft advocate to plead for him. 
My lord, you do me fliameful injury, 
Falfely to draw me in these vile fufpe&s. 

Ric. You may deny too, that you were the cause 
Of my lord Haftings^ late imprisonment. 

Rty. She may, my lord ; for 

Ric. She may, lord Rivers? why, who knows notfo? 
She may do more, fir, than denying that : 
She may help you to many fair preferments ; 
And then deny her aiding hand therein, 
And lay those honours on your high desert. 
What may fhe not? She may, ay, marry, may me, 

Riv. What, marry, may fhe ? 

Ric. What, marry, may fhe ? marry with a king, 
A batchelor, a handfome ftripling too : 
I wis, your grandam had a worfer match. 

Que. My lord of Glojier> I have too long bora 
Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter feoffs : 
By heaven, I will acquaint his majefly, 
With those grofs taunts I often have endur'd. 
I had rather be a country fervant-maid, 
Than a great queen, with this condition 
To be fo baited, fcorn'd, and ftormed at : 

Enter Queen MARGARET, at a Dijlance. 
Small joy have 1 in being England's queen. 

3. M. And lefTen'd be that fmall, God, I befeech thee! 
Thy honour, flate, and feat, is due to me. 

Ric. What threat you me with telling of the king ? 
Tell him, and fpare not; look, what I have faid 
I will avouch in presence of the king : 
I dare adventure to be fent to the tower. 

5 were not the 

22 Richard HI. 

'Tis time to fpeak, my pains are quite forgot. 

^. M. Out, devil ! I remember them too well : 
Thou kill'dft my husband Henry in the tower, 
And Ednuard, my poor fon, at Teiuksbury. 

Ric. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king, 
I was a pack-horfe in his great affairs ; 
A weeder-out of his proud adverfaries, 
A liberal rewarder of his friends ; 
To royalize his blood, I fpilt mine own. 

S^M. Ay, and much better blood than his, or thine. 

Ric . In all which time, you, and your husband Grey* 

Were factious for the houfe of Lancafler ; 

And, Risers, fo were you : Was not your husband 

In Margaret's battle at Saint Albarfs (lain ? 
Let me put in your minds, if you forget, 
What you have been ere this, and what you are; 
Withal, what I have been, and what I am. 

^ M. A murd'rous villain, and fo ftill thou art. 

Ric. Poor Clarence did forfake his father Warwick* 
Ay, and forfwore himfelf, Which Jem pardon ! 

J^M. Which God revenge! 

Ric. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown ;. 
And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up : 
I would to God, my heart were flint, like Edward'*) 
Or Edward's foft and pitiful, like mine ; 
I am too childim-foolifh for this world. 

^ M. Hie thee to hell for fhame, and leave this world, 
Thou cacadaimon; there thy kingdom is. 

RiJf: My lord of Glojier, in those busy days, 
Which here you urge, to prove us enemies, 
We follow'd then our lord, our fovereign king ; 
So fhould we you, if you ihould be our king.. 

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Ric. If I mould be ? I had rather be a pedlar : 
Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof! 

^ue. As little joy, my lord, as you fuppose 
You mould enjoy, were you this country's king ; 
As little joy may you fuppose in me, 
That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. 

4J. M. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; 
For I am me, and altogether joylefs. 
I can no longer hold me patient [advancing. 

Hear me, you wrangling pyrates, that fall out 
In maring that which you have pill'd from me : 
Which of you trembles not, that looks on me? 
If not, that, I being queen, you bow like fubjefts; 
Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels? 
Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away. [fight? 

Ric. Foul wrinkl'd witch, what mak'ft thou in my 

Q. M. But repetition of what thou haft mar'd ; 
That will I make, before I let thec go. 

Ric. Wert thou not banifhed, on pain of death; 

4J. M. I was ; but 1 do find more pain in banifliment, 
Than death can yield me here by my abode. 
A husband, and a fon, thou ow'ft to me,_ 
And thou, a kingdom ; _ all of you, allegiance : 
This forrow that I have, by right is yours ; 
And all the pleasures you usurp, are mine. 

Ric. The curfe my noble father lay'd on thee,~ 
When thou didft crown his warlike brows with paper, 
And with thy fcorns drew'ft rivers from his eyes ; 
And then, to dry them, gav'ft the duke a clout, 
Steep'd in the faultlefs blood of pretty Rutland; 
His curfes, then from bitternefs of foul 
Der\punc'd againit thee, are all fall'n upon thee ; 

24 Richard III. 

And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. 

Qae. So juft is God, to right the innocent. 

Hjs. O, 'twas the fouleft deed, to flay that babe, 
And the moft mercilefs, that ere was heard of. 

Riv. Tyrants themielves wept when it was reported. 

DOR. No man but prophefy'd revenge for it. 

Buc. Northumberland, then present, wept to fee it. 

^M. What, were you fnarling all, before I came, 
Ready to catch each other by the throat, 
And turn you all your hatred now on me ? 
Did Tory's dread curfe prevail fo much with heaven, 
That Henry's death, my lovely Edivard's death, 
Their kingdom's lofs, my woful banifhment, 
Could all but anfwer for that peeviih brat ? 
Can curfes pierce the clouds, and enter heaven ? 
Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick curfes. _ 
Though not by war, by furfeit die your king, 
As ours by murther, to make him a king! 
Ediuardtiry fon, that now is prince of Wales* 
For Edward my fon, that was prince of Wales* 
Die in his youth, by like untimely violence! 
Thyfelf a queen, for me that was a queen, 
Out-live thy glory, like my wretched felf ! 
Long may'ft thou live, to wail thy children's lofs ; 
And fee another, as I fee thee now, 
Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art ftall'd in mine ! 
Long die thy happy days before thy death ; 
And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, 
Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen ! __ 

Rivers, and Dorfet you were ftanders-by, 

And fo wail thou, lord Haftings, when my fon 
Was ftab'd with bloody daggew; God I pray him. 

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That none of you may live your natural age, 
But by fome unlook'd accident cut off! 

Ric. Havedone thy charm, thouhatefulwither'dhag. 

^ M. And leave out thee ? ftay, dog, for thou malt 

hear me. 

If heaven have any grievous plague in ftore, 
Exceeding those that I can wifh upon thee, 
O, let them keep it 'till thy fins be ripe, 
And then hurl down their indignation 
On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace \ 
The worm of confcience ftill begnaw thy foul ! 
Thy friends fufpeft for traitors while thou Hv'ft, 
And take deep traitors for thy deareft friends 1 
No fleep close up that deadly eye of thine, 
Unlefs it be while fome tormenting dream 
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils! 
Thou elvilh-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog! 
Thou that waft feal'd rn thy nativity 
The flave of nature, and the fon of hell ! 
Thou flander of thy mother's heavy womb! 
Thou loathed iiTue of thy father's loins ! 
Thou rag of honour! thou deteiled 

Ric. Margaret. 

QM. Richard! 

Ric. Ha? 

%.M. I call thee not. 

Ric. I cry thee mercy then ; for I did think, 
That thou hadft call'd me all these bitter names. 

^M. Why, fo I did ; but look'd for no reply. 
O, let me make the period to my curfe. 

Ric. 'Tisdone by me; and ends in ~ Margaret, [felf. 

Que, Thushaveyou breath'd your curfe againft youp* 

26 Richard III. 

^. M. Poor painted queen,vain flourim of my fortune, 
Why ftrew'ft thou fugar on that bottl'd fpider, 
Whose deadly web enfnareth thee about ? 
Fool, fool ! thou whet'ft a knife to kill thyfelf. 
The dr.y will come, that thou (halt wim for me 
To help thee curfe this pois'nous bunch-back'd toad. 

Hjts. Falfe-boding woman, end thy frantick curfe; 
Left, to thy harm, thou move our patience. 

J^. Af. Foul lhame upon you ! you have all mov'd mine. 

Kir. Were you well ferv'd, you would be taught 
your duty. 

^. M. To ferve me well, you all mould do me duty, 
Teach me to be your queen, and you my fubjefts ; 
O, ferve me well, and teach yourfelves that duty. 

DOR. Difpute not with her, fhe is lunatick. 

3J. M. Peace, mafter marquefs, you are malapert ; 
Your fire-new (lamp of honour is fcarce current: 
O, that your young nobility could judge, 
What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable ! 
They that fland high, have manyblafts to {hake them ; 
And, if they fall, they dafli themfelves to pieces, [quefs. 

Ric. Good counfel, marry ; learn it, learn it, mar- 
Do*. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. 

jR/0. Ay, and much more : But I was born fo high, 
Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, 
And dallies with the wind, and fcorns the fun. 

4\ Af. And turns the fun to made ; alas, alas ! 
Witnefs my fon, now in the fliade of death ; 
Whose bright out-mining beams thy cloudy wrath 
Hath in eternal darknefs folded up. 
Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's neft : _ 
O God, that fee'il it, do not fuffer it ; 

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As it was won with blood, loft be it fo ! 

Buc. Peace, peace, for lhame, if not for charity. 
>. M. Urge neither charity nor lhame to me; 
Uncharitably with me have you dealt, 
And fhamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd : 
My charity is outrage, life my lhame, 
And in that (harne ftill live my forrow's rage ! 
Buc. Have done, have done. 
^. M. O princely Buckingham, I kifs thy hand. 
In fign of league and amity with thee : 
Now fair befal thee, and thy noble houfe ! 
Thy garments are not fpotted with our blood, 
Nor thou within the compafs of my curfe. 

Sire. Nor no one here; for curies never pals 
The lips of those that breath them in the air. 

4J. M.' I will not think but they afcend the Iky, 
And there awake God's gentle- fleeping peace. 
O Buckingham, take heed of yonder dog ; 
Look, when he fawns, he bites ; and, when he bites, 
His venom tooth will rankle to the death : 
Have not to do with him, beware of him; 
Sin, death, and hell, have fet their marks upon him, 
And all their minifters attend on him. 

Ric. What doth me fay, my lord of Buckingham? 
Buc. Nothing that I refpeft, my gracious lord. 
<. M. What, doft thou fcorn me for m y gentle counfel ? 
And footh the devil that I warn thee from ? 
O, but remember this another day, 
When he lhall fplit thy very heart with forrowj 

And fay, poor Margaret was a prophetefs 

Live each of you the fubjecls to his hate, 

And he to yours, and all of you to God's ! [Exit. 

28 Richard III. 

HAS. My hair doth {land on end to hear her curfefc. 

Rir. And fo doth mine ; I muse, why fhe's at liberty. 

Ric. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother; 
She hath had too much wrong, and I repent 
My part thereof, that I have done to her. 

>ue. I never did her any, to my knowledge. 

Ric. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. 
I was too hot to do fome body good, 
That is too cold in thinking of it now : 
Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repay'd; 
He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains; 
God pardon them that are the cause thereof! 

Rir. A virtuous and a chriftian-like conclusion* 
To pray for them that have done fcathe to us. 

Ric. So do I ever, being well advis'd; 

" For had I curf'd now, I had curf 'd myfelf.* 
\ Enter CATESBY. 

CAT. Madam, his majefty doth call for you, _ 
And for your grace, and you, my noble lords. 

>ue. Catesby, I come: _ Lords, will you go with me ? 

Rir. We wait upon your grace. 

[Exeunt All but Richard. 

Ric. I do the wrong, and firit begin to brawl. 
The fecret mifchiefs that I fet abroach, 
I lay unto the grievous charge of others. 
Clarence, whom I, indeed, have caft in darknefs, 
I do beweep to many fimple gulls ; 
Namely, to Haft ings t Stanley, Buckingham ; 
And tell them 'tis the queen, and her allies, 
That ftir the king againft the duke my brother. 
Now they believe it ; and, withal, whet me 
To be reveng'd en Rivers, Vaughan, Grey ; 

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But then I figh, and, with a piece of fcripture, 
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil : 
And thus I cloath my naked villany 
With odd old ends, ftoln forth of holy writ ; 
And feem a faint, when moft I play the devil. 

Enter two Murtherers. 
But foft, here come my executioners.^. 
How now, my hardy, ftout, resolved mates ? 
Are you now going to difpatch this thing ? 

i . M. We are, my lord ; and come to have the warrant, 
That we may be admitted where he is. 

Ric. Well thought upon, I have it here about me : 
[gives the Warrant. 

When you have done, repair to CVo/^-place. 
But, firs, be fudden in the execution, 
Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead ; 
For Clarence is well-fpoken, and, perhaps, 
May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. 

i . M. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not ftand to prate, 
Talkers are no good doers ; be aflur'd, 
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. 

Ric. Your eyes drop mil-ftones, when fools' eyes 

drop tears : 

I like you, lads ; about your businefs ftraight; 
Go, go, difpatch. 

i . M. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. r be fame. A Room in the Tower. 

BRA. Why looks your grace fo heavily to-day ? 
CLA. O, I have paff'd a miserable night, 
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly fights, 


30 Richard III. 

That, as I am a chriftian faithful man, 
I would not fpend another fuch a night, 
Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; 
So full of dismal terror was the time. [me. 

BRA. What was your dream, my lord ? I pray you, tell 
CLA. Methoughts, that I had broken from the tower, 
And was embark'd to crofs to Burgundy ; 
And, in my company, my brother Glojler : 
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk 
Upon the hatches ; thence we look'd toward England, 
And cited up a thousand heavy times, 
During the wars of York and Lancafter 
That had befall'n us. As we pac'd along 
Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, 
Methought, that Glojler ftumbl'd; and, in falling, 
Strook me (that thought to flay him) over-board, 
Into the tumbling billows of the main. 
O Lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown ! 
What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! 
What fights of ugly death within mine eyes ! 
Methought, I faw a thousand fearful wrecks ; 
A thousand men, that fifties gnaw'd upon ; 
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, 
Ineftimable (tones, unvalu'd jewels, 
All fcatter'd in the bottom of the fea : 
Some lay in dead men's fculls ; and, in those holes 
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept 
(As 'twere in fcorn of eyes) reflecting gems, 
That woo'd the flimy bottom of the deep, 
And mock'd the dead bones that lay fcatter'd by. 

BRA, Had you fuch leisure in the time of death, 
To gaze upon these fecrets of the deep ? 

Richard IIT. 3 

CLA. Methought, I had ; and often did I ftrive 
To yield the ghoft : but ftill the envious flood 
Stop'd in my foul, and would not let it forth 
To find the empty, vaft, and wand'ring air; 
But fmother'd it within my panting bulk, 
Which almoft burft to belch it in the fea. 

BRA. Awak'd you not with this fore agony? 

CLA. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; 
O, then began the tempeft to my foul. 
I paff'd, methought, the melancholy flood, 
With that four ferry- man which poets write of, 
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night: 
The firft that there did greet my ilranger foul, 
Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; 
Who cry'd aloud, What fcourge for perjury 
Can this dark monarchy afford falfe Clarence ? 
And fo he vanifh'd: Then came wand'ring by 
A fhadow like an angel, with bright hair 
Dabbl'd in blood ; and he (hriek'd out aloud, 
Clarence is ccme, falfe, fleeting, perjured Clarence, 
TbatjialfJ me in the field by Tewksbury ; _ 
Seize on him, furies, take him unto torment. 
With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends 
Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears 
Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, 
I trembling wak'd, and, for a feason after, 
Could not believe but that I was in hell; 
Such terrible impreflion made my dream. 

BRA. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; 
I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it. 

CLA. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things, 
That now give evidence againft my foul, 


3 2 Richard III. 

For Edward's fake ; and, fee, how he requites me ! 
I pray thee, gentle keeper, (lay by me ; 

[retiring to a Chair. 
My foul is heavy, and I fain would fleep. 

BRA. I will, my lord; God give your grace good 

reft ! _ 

Sorrow breaks feasons, and reposing hours, 
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. 
Princes have but their titles for their glories, 
An outward honour for an inward toil j 
And, for unfclt imaginations, 
They often feel a world of reftlefs cares : 
So that, between their titles, and low name, 
There's nothing differs but the outward fame. 
Enter the tnvo Murtherers. 

1 . M. Ho ! who's here ? [thou hither ? 
BRA. What would'ft thou, fellow ? and how cam'ft 
i.M. I would fpeak with Clarence, and I came hi- 
ther on my legs. 

BRA. What, fo brief? 

2. Af. O, fir, it is better be brief than tedious : _ 
Shew him our commiffion, talk no more. 

[Brakenbury receives a Paper, and reads it. 

BRA. \ am, in this, commanded to deliver 
The noble duke of Clarence to your hands : 
I will not reason what is meant hereby, 
Because I will be guiltlefs of the meaning. 
Here are =f= the keys ; thereof fits the duke afleep : 
I'll to the king; and fignify to him, 
That thus I have resign'd to you my charge. 

i . M. You may, fir ; 'tis a point of wisdom : Fare you 
well. [Exit BRAKE N BURY. 

Richard III. 33 

2 . M. What, ftiall we ftab him as he fleeps? [wakes. 

1 . M. No; he'll fay, 'twas done cowardly, when he 

2. M. When he wakes ! why, fool, he mall never 
k e 'till the judgment day. 

j . M. Why, then he'll fay, we ftab'd him fleeping. 
2. M. The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred 
a kind of remorfe in me. 

1. M. What, art afraid ? 

z.M. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but 
to be dimn'd for killing him, from the which no war- 
rant can defend me. 

\.M. 1 thought, thou hadft been resolute. 

2. M. So I am, to let him live. 

1 . M, I'll back to the duke oiGIofter* and tell him fo. 

2. M. Nay, I pr'ythee, (lay a little : I hope, this coin* 
paflionate humour of mine will change ; 'twas wont to 
hold me but while one tells twenty. 

1 . M. How doit thou feel thyfelf now ? [me. 

2. M. Some certain dregs of confcience are yet within 
j . M. Remember our reward, when the deed's done. 
2. M. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reward. 

1 . M. Where's thy confcience now ? 

2. 37. In the duke of Glofter^ purfe, 

1. M. So, when he opens his purfe to give us our re- 
ward, thy confcience flies out. 

2. M. "Tis no matter ; let it go ; there's few, or none, 
will entertain it. 

1. M. What, if it come to thee again ? 

2. M. I'll not meddle with it, it makes a man a cow- 
ard : a man cannot fteal, but it accuseth him ; a man 
cannot fwear, but it checks him; a man cannot lye 
with his neighbour's wife, but it detects him : 'Tis a 

34 Richard III. 

bluming fliame-fac'd fpirit, that mutinies in a man's 
bosom ; it fills a man full of obftaclcs : it made me 
once reftore a purfe of gold, that by chance I found ; 
it beggars any man that keeps it : it is turn'd out of 
all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every 
man, that means to live well, endeavours to trull to 
himfelf, and live without it. 

1. M. 'Zouns, it is even now at my elbow, perfuad- 
ing me not to kill the duke. 

2. M. Shake the devil out of thy mind, and believe 
him not : he would infmuate with thee, but to make 
thee figh. 

1 . M. I am ftrong-fram'd, he cannot prevail with me, 
z. M. Spoke like a tall fellow, that refpects his re- 
putation. Come, lhall we fall to work ? 

\.M, Take him over the coflard with the hilts of 
thy fword, and then throw him into the malmsey-but 
in the next room. 

2. M. O excellent device ! and make a fop of him. 
i.M. Soft, he wakes. [Cla./rj. 
2.M. Strike. 

i. M. No, we'll reason with him. 

CLA. Where art thou, keeper ? give me a cup of wine. 

i . M. You fhall have wine enough, my lord, anon. 
x CIA. In God's name, what art thou ? 

t.M. A man, as you are. 

CLA. But not, as I am, royal. 

i . M. Nor you, as we are, loyal. 

CLA. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble. 

i . M. My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own. 

CLA. How darkly, and how deadly doft thou fpeak { 
Your eyes do menace me : Why look you pale ? 

10 Take the divell in thy 

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Who fent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ? 

2. M. To, to, to, 

CLA. To murther me? 

i. 2. Ay, ay. 

CLA. You fcarcely have the hearts to tell me fo, 
And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. 
Wherein, my friends, have I offended you ? 

1 . M. Offended us you have not, but the king. 
CLA. I (hall be reconcil'd to him again. 

2. M. Never, my lord ; therefore prepare to die, 
CLA. Are you drawn forth among a world of men* 

To flay the innocent? What is my offence ? 
Where is the evidence that doth accuse me ? 
What lawful queft have given their verdift up 
Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd 
The bitter fentence of poor Clarence" death ? 
Before I be convift by courfe of law, 
To threaten me with death, is moft unlawful. 
I charge you, as you hope for any goodnefs, 
That you depart, and Jay no hands on me; 
The deed you undertake is damnable. 

1. M. What we will do, we do upon command. 

2. M. And he, that hath commanded, is our king. 
CLA. Erroneous vaflal! the great King of kings 

Hath in the table of his law commanded, 
That thou (halt do no murther; Wilt thou then 
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's ? 
Take heed ; for he holds vengeance in his hand, 
To hurl upon their heads that break his law. 

2. M. And that fame vengeance doth he hurl on thee 
For falfe forfwearing, and for murther too : 
Thou didft receive the facrament, to fight 

36 Richard III. 

In quarrel of the houfe of Lancafter. 

1. M. And, like a traitor to the name of God, 
Didfl break that vow ; and, with thy treacherous blade, 
Unrip'dft the bowels of thy fovereign's fon: 

2, M. Whom thou waft fworn to cherifh and defend, 
i . M. How canft thou urge God's dreadful law tp us, 

When thou haft broke it in fuch dear degree ? 

CLA. Alas ! for whose fake did I that ill deed ? 
For Ed-ivard, for my brother, for his fake : 
He fends you not to murther me for this ; 
For in that fin he is as deep as I. 
If God will be avenged for the deed, 
O, know you yet, he doth it publickly; 
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm ; 
He needs no indirect nor lawlefs courfe, 
To cut off those that have offended him. 

1 . M. Who made thee then a bloody minifter, 
When gallant- fpringing brave P/aatagenet, 
That princely novice, was ftruck dead by thee ? 

CLA. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. 

\.M. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault, 
Provoke us hither now to (laughter thee. 

CLA. If you do love my brother, hate not me ; 
I am his brother, and I love him well. 
If you are hir'd for meed, go back again, 
And I will fend you to my brother Glojler-, 
Who (hall reward you better for my life, 
Than Edward will for tidings of my death. 

2. M. You are deceiv'd, your brother Glo/ter hates you. 
CLA. O, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear : 

Go you to him from me. 
i . M. Ay, fo we will. 

Richard III. 


CLA* Tell him, when that our princely father York 
BlefT'd his three fons with his victorious arm, 
And charg'd us from his foul to love each other, 
He little thought of this divided friendfhip : 
Bid Glofter think on this, and he will weep. 

i. M. Ay, mil-ftones; as he leflbn'd us to weep. 

CLA. O, do not flander him, for he is kind. 

i. M. Right, as fnowin harveft. Come, you deceive 
'Tis he that fends us to deftroy you here. [yourfelf; 

CLA. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune. 
And hug'd me in his arms, and fwore, with fobs, 
That he would labour my delivery. 

1 . M. Why, fo he doth, when he delivers you 
From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. 

2. M. Make peace with God, for you muft die, my lord. 
CLA. Haft thou that holy feeling in thy foul, 

To counfel me to make my peace with God, 

And art thou yet to thy own foul fo blind, 

That thou wilt war with God by murd'ring me?_ 

Ah, firs, confider, he, that fet you on 

To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. 

2.M. What fhall we do? 

CLA. Relent, and fave your fouls. 

i. M. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and womanim. 

CLA. Not to relent, is beaftly, favage, dev'lilh._ 
My friend, I fpy fome pity in thy looks ; 
O, if thine eye be not a flatterer. 
Come thou on my fide, and entreat for me: 
A begging prince what beggar pities not ? 

I.Ja. Ay, thus, and thus; [Jiabbing him.~\ antJj if 

this will not ferve, 
I'll drown you in the malmsey-bat within. 

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2. Af. A bloody deed, and defp'rately difpatch'd! 
How fain, like Pi/ate, would I wafh my hands 
Of this mod grievous murther ? [me not ? 

1. M. How now? what mean'll thou, thatthou help'ft 
By heaven, the duke mall know how flack you have been. 

2. M. I would he knew, that I had fav'd his brother! 
Take thou the fee, and tell him what I fay ; 

For I repent me that the duke is flain. [Exit. 

i . M. So do not I ; go, coward as thou art. _ 
Well, I'll go hide the body in fome hole, 
'Till that the duke give order for his burial : 
And when I have my meed, I will away ; 
For this will out, and then I muft not ftay. 

[Exit, twitb tie Body. 

A c r ii. 

SCENE}, r be fame. A Room in the Palace. 

"Enter King Edward, (ledin,fick) and his Queen; 


Grey, and Otbert. 

K. E. Why fo, now have I done a good day's work ;__ 
You peers, continue this united league ; 
I every day expeft an embaflage 
From my redeemer to redeem me hence; 
And more at peace my foul fhall part to heaven, 
Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. 
Rivers, and Hajiings, take each other's hand ; 
Diflemble not your hatred, fwear your love. 

Riy . By heaven , my foul ispurg'd from grudginghate; 
And with my hand ~|" I feal my true heart's love. 

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HAS. So thrive I, as I truly fwear the like ! 
K. E. Take heed, you dally not before your king; 
Left he, that is the fupream King of kings, 
Confound your hidden falfhood, and award 
Either of you to be the other's end. 

HAS. So profper I, as I fwear perfeft love! 

Riv. And I, as I love Hajtings with my heart ! 

K. E. Madam, yourfelf are not exempt in this, _ 

Nor your fon Dorfet, _ Buckingham, nor you ; 

You have been factious one againft the other. 
Wife, love lord Ha/lingi, let him kifs your hand; 
And what you do, do it unfeignedly. 

>ue. There,"|" HaJJings ; t will never more remember 
Our former hatred, So thrive I, and mine ! [quifs. 

K. E. Dorfet, embrace him ; _ Ha/lings, love lord mar- 

DOR. This enterchange of love, I here proteft, 
Upon my part, (hall be inviolable. 

HAS. And fo fwear I. [they embrace. 

K. E. Now, ^nnczly Buckingham, feal thou this league 
With thy embracements to my wife's allies, 
And make me happy in your unity. 

Buc. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate 
Upon your grace, [to the ^^.] but with all duteous love 
Doth cherifh you, and yours, God punifh me 
With hate in those where I expect moft love ! 
When I have moft need to employ a friend, 
And moft aflured that he is a friend, 
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile 
Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven, 
When I am cold in love, to you, or yours. 

[embracing Rivers, &C. 

K. E. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham, 

40 Richard III. 

Is this thy vow unto my fickly heart. 
There wanteth now our brother Glojler here, 
To make the blefied period of this peace. 

Buc. And, in good time, here comes the noble duke. 

Ric . Good morrow to my fovereign king, and queen ; 
And', princely peers, a happy time of day ! 

K. E. Happy, indeed, as we have fpent the day : 
Glofter, we have done deeds of charity; 
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, 
Between these fwelling wrong-incenfed peers. 

Ric. A bleffed labour, my moft fovereign liege 
Among this princely heap, if any here, 
By falfe intelligence, or wrong furmise, 
Hold me a foe ; if I unwittingly 
Have ought committed that is hardly born 
By any in this presence, I desiie 
To reconcile me to his friendly peace : 
'Tis death to me, to be at enmity ; 
I hate it, and desire all good men's love. 
Firft, madam, 1 entreat true peace of you, 
Which I will purchafe with my duteous fervicej . 
Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, 
If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ; 

Of you, lord Rivers, and, lord Grey, of you, 

That all without desert have frown'd on me; _ 
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen, indeed of all : 
I do not know that Englijbman alive, 
With whom my foul is any jot at odds, 
More than the infant that is born to-night ; 
I thank my God for my humility. 

*ue. A holy-day mail this be kept hereafter : 

'5 v. Nott, 

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I would to God, all ftrifes were well compounded.-. 
My fovereign lord, 1 do befeech your highnefs 
To take our brother Clarence to your grace. 

Ric. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, 
To be fo flouted in this royal presence? 
Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead ? 

You do him injury, to fcorn his corfe. 

K. E. Who knows not, he is dead ! who knows, he is ? 
Que. All-feeing heaven, what a world is this ! 
Bvc. Look I fo pale, lord Dorfet, as the reft ? 
DOR. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the presence, 
But his red colour hath forfook his cheeks. 

K. E. Is Clarence dead ? the order was reverf 'd. 
Ric. But he, poor man, by your firft order dy'd, 
And that a winged Mercury did bear ; 
Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, 
That came too lag to fee him buried : 
God grant, that fome, lefs noble, and lefs loyal, 
Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, 
Deserve not worfe than wretched Clarence did, 
And yet go current from fufpicion ! 

Enter STANLEY, haflily. 

STA. ' A boon, my fovereign, for my fervice done! 
K. E. I pr'ythee, peacfc; my foul is full of forrow. 
S-TJ. I will not rise, nlefs your highnefs hear me. 
K. E. Then fay at once, what is it thou requeit'ft. 
SfA. The forfeit, fovereign, of my fervant's life ; 
Who flew to-day a riotous gentleman, 
Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. 

K. E. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, 
And fliall that tongue give pardon to a flave ? 

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42 Richard III. 

My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought. 
And yet his punifhment was bitter death. 
Who fu'd to me for him ? who, in my wrath, 
Kneel'd at my feet, and bid me be advis'd .' 
Who fpoke of brotherhood ? who fpoke of love ? 
Who told me, how the poor foul did forfake 
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me ? 
Who told me, in the field at Tewksbitry, 
When Oxford hud me down, he refcu'd me, 
And faid, Dear brother, live, and be a king ? 
Who told me, when we both lay in the field, 
Frozen almoft to death, how he did lap me 
Even in his garments; and did give himfelf, 
All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night? 
All this from my remembrance brutifh wrath 
Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you 
Had fo much grace to put it in my mind. 
But, when your carters, or your waiting vaflals, 
Have done a drunken flaughter, and defac'd 
The precious image of our dear redeemer, 
You ftraight are on your knees for pardon, pardon; 
And I, unjuflly too, muft grant it you : 
But for my brother not a man would fpeak, _- 
Nor I (ungracious) fpeak unto myfelf 
For him, poor foul The proudeft of you all 
Have been beholden to him in his life ; 
Yet none of you would once beg for his life : _- 
O God ! I fear, thy juftice will take hold 
On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this. 
Come, [/oHaft.] help me to mycloset O poor Clarence! 
[Exeunt King, Queen, HAS. Riv. DOR. andGrey. 
Sic. This is the fruit of rafhnefs ! Mark'd you not, 

3 Come Hafttxgt helpe 

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How that the guilty kindred of the queen 

Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence 1 death ? 

O ! they did urge it ftill unto the king : 

God will revenge it. Come, lords ; will you go, 

To comfort Edward with our company ? 

Sue. We wait upon your grace. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. The fame. 
Enter the Dutchefs of York ; and a Son, and Daughter, 

of Clarence, her Grand- children. 
Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead ? 
Dut. No, boy. 

Dau. Why do you weep fo oft ? and beat your breaft ? 
And cry, O Clarence, my unhappy Jon! 

Son. Why do you look on us, and fliake your head, 
And call us orphans, wretches, caft-aways, 
If that our noble father be alive ? 

Dut. My pretty cousins, you miftake me both ; 
I do lament the ficknefs of the king, 
As loth to lose him, not your father's death ; 
It were loft forrow, to wail one that's loft. 

Son. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead : 
The king my uncle is to blame for this : 
God will revenge it; whom I will importune 
With earneft prayers, all to that effect. 

Dau. And fo will I. [well : 

Dut. Peace, children, peace ! the king doth love you 
Incapable and {hallow innocents, 
You cannot guefs who caus'd your father's death. 

Son. Grandam, we can : for my good uncle Glojler 
Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen, 
Devis'd impeachments to imprison him : 

44 Richard III. 

And when my uncle told me fo, he wept, 
And pity'd me, and kindly kiff'd my cheek ; 
Bad me rely on him, as on my father, 
And he would love me dearly as his child. 

Duf. Ah, that deceit fhouid fteal fuch gentle fhapes, 
And with a virtuous vizard hide deep vice ? 
He is my fon, ay, and therein my fliame, 
Vet fiom my dugs he drew not this deceit. 

Son. Think you, my uncle did diiTemble, grandam ? 

Dut. Ay, boy. 

Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this? 

Enter the Queen, dijirafiedly ; RIVERS, 

and DORSET, after her. 

^ue. Ah ! who (hall hinder me to wail and weep ? 
To chide my fortune, and torment myfelf? 
I'll join with black defpair againft my foul, 
And to myfelf become an enemy. 

Dut. What means this fcene of rude impatience? 

Que. To make an aft of tragic violence : 
Edward, my lord, thy fon, our king, is dead._ 
Why grow the branches, when the root is gone ? 
"Why wither not the leaves, that want their fap ? __ 
If you will live, lament ; if die, be brief; 
That our fvvift-winged fouls may catch the king's ; 
Or, like obedient fubjedls, follow him 
To his new kingdom of perpetual reft. 

Dut. Ah, fo much intereft have I in thy forrow, 
As I had title in thy noble husband ! 
J have bewept a worthy husband's death, 
And liv'd by looking on his images : 
But now, two mirrors of his princely femblance 
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death ; 

Richard III. 45 

And I for comfort have but one falfe glafs, 
That grieves me when I fee my fhame in him. 
Thou art a widow ; yet thou art a mother, 
And haft the comfort of thy children left thee : 
But death hath fnatch'd my husband from mine arms, 
And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, 
Edward, and Clarence ; O, what cause have I, 
(Thine being but a moiety of my grief) 
To overgo thy plaints, and drown thy cries ? 

Son. Ah, aunt, you wept not for our father's death; 
How can we aid you with our kindred tears ? 

Dau. Our fatherlefs diftrefs was left unmoan'd, 
Your widow dolour likewise be unwept. 

Que. Give me no help in lamentation, 
I am not barren to bring forth laments : 
All fprings reduce their currents to mine eyes, 
That I, being govern'd by the wat'ry moon, 
May bring forth plenteous tears to drown the world ! 
Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward! 

Chi. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Clarence! 

Dut. Alas, for both, both mine, Edwardand Clarence ! 

Que. What flay had I, but Edward? and he's gone. 

Chi. What ftay had we, but Clarence? and he's gone. 

Dut. What ftays had I, but they ? and they are gone. 

^ue. Was never widow, had fo dear a lofs. 

Chi. Were never orphans, had fo dear a lofs. 

Dut. Was never mother, had fo dear a lofs. 
Alas, I am the mother of these griefs ; 
Their woes are parcel'd, mine is general. 
She for an Edward weeps, and fo do I ; 
I for a Clarence weep, fo doth not fhe : 
These babes for Clarence weep, and fo do I ; 


46 Richard III. 

I for an Edward weep, fo do not they : 
Alas ! you three, on me, threefold diftre/T'd, 
Pour all your tears ; I am your forrow's nurfe, 
And I will pamper it with lamentations. 

DOR . Comfort, dear mother ; God is much difpleas'd, 
That you take with unthankfulnefs his doing : 
In common worldly things, 'tis call'd ungrateful, 
With dull unwillingnefs to repay a debt, 
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; 
Much more, to be thus opposite with heaven, 
For it requires the royal debt it lent you. 

Rir. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, 
Of the young prince your fon : fend ftraight for him, 
Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives: 
Drown defperate forrow in dead Edward's grave, 
And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. 
STANLEY, and divers Others. 

Ric. Sifter, have comfort : all of us have cause 
To wail the dimming of our mining ftar ; 
But none can cure their harms by wailing them. _ 
Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy, 
I did not fee you ; Humbly on my knee 
I crave your blefling. 

Dut. God blefs thee ; and put meeknefs in thy breaft, 
Love, charity, obedience, and true duty ! 

Ric. " Amen ; and make me die a good old man!" 
" That is the but-end of a mother's blefling;" 
" I marvel, that her grace did leave it out." 

JBuc . You cloudy princes, and heart- forrowing peers, 
That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, 
Now chear each other in each other's love : 

* weepe, and fo do they *J your grace 

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Though we have fpent our harveft of this king, 

We are to reap the harveft of his fon. 

The broken rancour of your high-fwoln hearts, 

But lately fplinted, knit, and join'd together, 

Muft gently be preserv'd, cherifh'd, and kept : 

Me feemeth good, that, with fome little train, 

Forthwith from Ludlo<w the young prince be fetch'd 

Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. [ham? 

Rir. Why with fome little train, my lord ofBucking- 

Buc. Marry, my lord, left, by a multitude, 
The new heal'd wound of malice mould break out; 
Which would be fo much the more dangerous, 
By how much the eftate is yet ungovern'd : 
Where every horfe bears his commanding rein, 
And may direct his courfe as please himfelf, 
As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, 
In my opinion, ought to be prevented. 

Ric. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; 
And the compact is firm, and true, in me. 

HAS. And fo in me; and fo, 1 think, in all : 
Yet, fmce it is but green, it mould be put 
To no apparent likelihood of breach, 
Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd : 
Therefore I fay, with noble Buckingham, 
That it is meet but few mould fetch the prince. 

STA. And fo fay I. 

Ric. Then be it fo ; and go we to determine 
Who they {hall be that ftraight (hall poft to Ludlow. 

Madam, and you my mother, will you go 

To give your cenfures in this weighty businefs ? 

Buc. " My lord, whoever journeys to the prince,'* 
' For God's fake, let not us two ftay at home :" 

>J is grccne, and yet * v. Nefe. *5 meete fo few 

D 2 

48 Richard III. 

For, by the way, I'll fort occasion," 

As index to the flory we late talk'd of," 

To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince." 

Ric. " My other felf, my counfel's confillory," 

My oracle, my prophet ! my dear cousin," 

1, as a child, will go by thy dire&ion." 

' Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not flay behind." 

[Exeunt ; Ric. and Buc. loft. 

SCENE III. The fame. A Street. 

Enter t<wo Citizens, meeting. 
i.C. Good morrow, neighbour : Whither away fo fail? 

2. C. I promise you, I hardly know mylelf : 
Hear you the news abroad ? 

1 . C. Yes, that the king is dead. 

2. C. Ill news, by'r lady ; feldom comes a better : 
I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world. 

Enter another Citizen. 

3. C. Neighbours, God fpeed ! 

i.C. Give you good morrow, fir. [death ? 

3. C. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's 

2. C. Ay, fir, it is too true; God help, the while ! 
j.C. Then, matters, look to fee a troublous world. 

1. C. No, no; by God's good grace, his fon (hall reign. 

3. C. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a child! 

2. C. In him there is a hope of government j 
That, in his nonage, connfel under him, 

And, in his full and ripen'd years, himfelf, 

No doubt, (hall then, and 'till then, govern well. 

i.e. So flood the ftate, when Henry the fixth 
Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. [wot; 
3. C. Stood the ftate fo ? no, no, good friends, God 

16 comes the better 

Richard III. 49 

For then this land was famoufly enrich'd 

With politick grave counfel ; then the king 

Had virtuous uncles to proteft his grace. [ther, 

j . C. Why, fo hath this, both by his father and mo- 

3. C. Better it were, they all came by his father; 
Or, by his father, there were none at all : 
For emulation now, who mall be neareft, 
Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. 
O, full of danger is the duke of Glo/ier; 
And the queen's fons, and brothers, haught and proud : 
And were they to be rul'd and not to rule, 
This fickly land might folace as before. 

i . C. Come, come, we fear the worft ; all will be well. 

3. C. When clouds are feen, wise men put on their 
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand ; [cloaks ; 
When the fun fets, who doth not look for night ? 
Untimely dorms make men expeft a dearth : 
All may be well ; but, if God fort it fo, 
'Tis more than we deserve, or I expedl. 

2.C. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: 
You cannot reason almoft with a man, 
That looks not heavily, and full of dread. 

3. C. Before the days of change, ftill is it fo.: 
By a divine inflindl, men's minds miftruft 
Enfuing danger ; as, by proof, we fee 
The water fwell before a boift'rous florin. 
But leave it all to God. Whither away ? 

2.C. Marry, we were fent for to the juftices. 

3. C. And fo was I ; I'll bear you company. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. The fame. A Room in the Palace. 
Enter the Ardbifiop e/York, tbejoung Duke of York, 

50 Richard III. 

the Queen, end the Dutchefs of York. 

Arc. Laft night, I hear, they refted at Northampton; 
At Stony-ftratford they do lye to-night : 
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. 

Dut. I long with all my heart to fee the prince ; 
I hope, he is much grown fince laft I faw him. 

>ue. But I hear, no ; they fay, my fon of York 
Hath almoft over-ta'en him in his growth. 

TOR. Ay, mother, but I would not have it fo. 

Dut. Why, my young cousin ? it is good to grow. 

TOR. Grandam, one night as we did fit at fupper, 
My uncle Rivers talk'd how 1 did grow 
More than my brother ; Ay, quoth my uncle Glojler* 
Small herbs have grace, great tveeds do grow apace : 
And fince, methinks, I would not grow fo faft, 
Because fweet flowers are flow, and weeds make hafte. 

Dut. Good faith, good faith, the faying did not hold 
In him that did objeft the fame to thee : 
He was the wretched'ft thing, when he was young, 
So long a growing, and fo leisurely, 
That, if his rule were true, he fhould be gracious. 

Arc. And fo, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. 

Dut. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt. 

TOR . Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd, 
I could have giv'n my uncle's grace a flout, 
To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. 

Dut. How, myyoungJ^r^rTpr'ythee, let me hear it. 

Tbx. Marry, they fay, my uncle grew fo faft, 
That he could gnaw a cruft at two hours old ; 
'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. 
Grandam, this would have been a biting jeft. 

Dut. I pr'ythee, pretty Tork, who told thee this ? 

a they lay at 3 do reft to 

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TOR. Grandam, his nurfe. 

Dut. His nurfe ! why, me was dead ere thou waft born. 

TOR. If 'twere not me, I cannot tell who told me. 

Z>ue. A parlous boy :_Go to, you are too fhrewd. 

Arc, Good madam, be not angry with the child.] 

gue. Pitchers have ears. 

Enter a Meflenger. 

Arc. Here comes a meflenger. _ 
What news ? 

Me/. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold. 

Que. How doth the prince ? 

Mef. Well, madam, and in health. 

Dut. What is thy news ? 

Mef. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, 
Are fent to Pomfret, prisoners; and, with them, 
Sir Thomas Vaugban. 

Dut. Who hath committed them ? 

Mef. The mighty dukes, Glojler, and Buckingham, 

Arc. For what offence ? 

Mef. The fum of all I can, I have difclos'd ; 
Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, 
Is all unknown to me, my gracious lord. 

^ue. Ay me, I fee the ruin of my houfe! 
The tyger now hath feiz'd the gentle hind; 
Infuhing tyranny begins to jut 

Upon the innocent and awlefs throne : 

Welcome, deftrudlion, blood, and mafi'acre! 
1 lee, as in a map, the end of all. 

Dut. Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days ? 
How many of you have mine eyes beheld ? 
My husband loll his life to get the crown ; 
And often up and down my fons were toff'd, 

6 and with them, Sir Tbomat Vavgban, Prisoners. 

52 Richard III. 

For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and lofs : 
And being feated, and domeftick broils 
Clean over- blown, themfelves, the conquerors, 
Make war upon themfelves ; brother to brother, 
Blood to blood, felf againft felf; O, prepofterous 
And frantick outrage, end thy damned fpleen ; 
Or let me die, to look on death no more ! 

Que. Come, come, my boy, we will to fanftuary. 
Madam, farewel. 

Dut. Stay, I will go with you. 

Que. You have no cause. 

Arc . My gracious lady, go, 
And thither bear your treasure and your goods. 
For my part, I'll resign unto your grace 
The feal I keep ; And fo betide to me, 
As well I tender you, and all of yours ! 
Come, I'll conduct you to the fanftuary. [Exeunt. 


SCENE I. r be fame. A Street. 

Flourijh. Enter the young Prince, attended-, 


Bourchier, and Others. 

Sue. Welcome, fweet prince, to London, to your cham- 

Ric. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' fovereign: 
The weary way hath made you melancholy. 

Pri. No, uncle ; but our crofles on the way 
Have made it tedious, wearifome, and heavy : 
1 want more uncles here to welcome me. 

Richard III. 


Ric. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years 
Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit: 
No more can you diftinguifli of a man, 
Than of his outward fliew ; which, God he knows, 
Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart. 
Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous; 
Your grace attended to their fugar'd words, 
But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : 
God keep you from them, and from fuch falfe friends! 

Pri. God keep me from falfe friends ! but they were 
none. [you- 

Ric. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet 
Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train. 

May. God blefs your grace with health and happy 
days ! 

Pri. I thank you,good my lordand thank you all._ 
[they kifs his Hand, and retire, 
I thought, my mother, and my brother Tork, 

Would long ere this have met us on the way : 

Fie, what a flug is Hajiings ! that he comes not 
To tell us, whether they will come, or no. 

Enter HASTINGS. [lord. 

Buc. And, in good time, here comes the fweating 

Pri. Welcome, my lord-.What.willourmothercomei 1 

HAS. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, 
The queen your mother, and your brother Tork, 
Have taken fandluary : The tender prince 
Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, 
But by his mother was perforce withheld. 

Buc. Fie ! what an indireft and peevifh courfe 

Is this of hers ? Lord cardinal, will your grace 

Perfuade the queen to fend the duke of Tork 

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Unto his princely brother presently ? 

If (he deny, _ Lord Haflings, go with him, 

And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. 

Car. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory 
Can from his mother win the duke of York, 
Anon expeft him here : But if (he be obdurate 
To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid 
We mould infringe the holy priviledge 
Of blefled fanduary ! not for all this land 
Would I be guilty of fo great a fin. 

Buc. You are too fenfelefs-obftinate, my lord, 
Too ceremonious and traditional : 
Weigh it but with the greennefs of his age, 
You break not fandluary in feizing him. 
The benefit thereof is always granted 
To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, 
And those who have the wit to claim the place : 
This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deserv'd it ; 
Therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it : 
Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, 
You break no priviledge nor charter there. 
Oft have I heard of fancluary men ; 
But fandluary children, ne'er till now. 

Car. My lord,youfnallo'er-rule my mind foronce. 
Come on, lord Hajlingt, will* you go with me ? 

HAS. I go, my lord. 

Pri. My lords, make all the fpeedy hafte you may. 
[Exeunt HAS. and Car. 
Say, uncle Glofler, if our brother come, 
Where mail we fojourn 'till our coronation ? 

Ric. Where it feems bed unto your royal felf. 
If I may counfel you, fome day, or two, 

*3 greatncfs 

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Your highnefs fhall repose you at the tower : 

Then where you please, and fhall be thought moft fit 

For your beft health and recreation. 

Pri. I do not like the tower, of any place : _ 
Did Julius Cefjar build that place, my lord ? 

Svc. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place ; 
Which, fmce, fucceeding ages have re-edify'd. 

Pri. Is it upon record ? or elfe reported 
Succeffively from age to age, he built it ? 

Buc. 31 1 is upon record, my gracious lord. 

Pri. But fay, my lord, it were not regifter'd; 
Methinks, the truth mould live from age to age, 
As 'twere retail'd to all pofterity, 
Even to the generall all-ending day. 

Ric. So wise fo young, they fay, do ne'er live long. 

Pri. What fay you, uncle ? 

Ric. I fay, without characters, fame lives long. 
" Thus, like the formal vice, iniquity," 
" I moralize, two meanings in one word." 

Pri. That Julius C&sar was a famous man ; 
With what his valour did enrich his wit, 
His wit fet down to make his valour live : 
Death makes no conqueft of this conqueror; 
For yet he lives in fame, though not in life. 
I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham. 

Bvc. What, my good lord ? 

Pri. An if I live until I be a man, 
I'll win our antient right in France again, 
Or die a foldier, as I liv'd a king. 

Ric . "Short fummers lightly have a forward fpring." 
Enter YORK, Haftings, and the Cardinal. 

Bvc . Now, in good time, here comes the duke of Tork. 

*J of his *6 gracious Lord 

; 6 Richard III. 

Pri. Ricbardof York ! how fares our loving brother ? 

Ton. Well, my dread lord; fo muft I call you now. 

Pri. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours : 
Too late he dy'd, that might have kept that title, 
Which by his death hath loft much majefty. 

Ric. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? 

TOR. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, 
You faid, that idle weeds are faft in growth : 
The prince my brother hath out-grown me far. 

Pic. He hath, my lord. 

YOB.. And therefore is he idle ? 

Ric. O, my fair cousin, I muft not fay fo. 

TOR. Then he is more beholding to you, than I. 

Ric. He may command me, as my fovereign; 
But you have power in me,' as in a kinsman. 

TOR. I pray you, uncle, tjjen, give me this dagger. 

Ric. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. 

Pri. A beggar, brother ? 

TOR. Of my kind uncle, that, I know, will give; 
And, being a toy, it is no grief to give. 

Ric. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. 

TOR. A greater gift ! O, that's the fword to it ? 

Ric. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. 

TOR. O then, I fee, you'll part but with light gifts; 
In weightier things you'll fay a beggar, nay. 

Ric. Jt is too weighty for your grace to wear. 

TOR. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. 

Ric. What, would you have my weapon, little lord ? 

TOR . I would, that I might thank you as you call me. 

Ric. How? 

TOR. Little. 

Pri. My lord of York will fUH be crofe in talk; 

Richard III. 57 

Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. 

TOR . You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me : _ 
Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; 
Because that I am little like an ape, 
He thinks that you (hould bear me on your fhoulders. 

Bvc. " With what a fharp-provided wit he reasons!" 

[to Mailings. 

" To mitigate the fcorn he gives his uncle," 
" He prettily and aptly taunts himfelf :" 
" So cunning, and fo young, is wonderful." 

Ric. My lord, will't pleaseyout Jngfmefe pafs along? 
Myfelf, and my good cousin Buckingham, 
Will to your mother; to entreat of her, 
To meet you at the tower, and welcome you. 

TOR. What, will you go unto the tower, my lord? 

Pri. My lord protector fate will have it fo. 

Ton. I mall not fleep in quiet at the tower. 

Ric . Why, fir, what mould you fear ? 

To R. Marry, my uncle Clarenci angry ghoft; 
My grandam told me, he was murther'd there. 

Pri. I fear no uncles dead. 

Ric. Nor none that live, I hope. 

Pri. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. 
But come, my lord ; and, with a heavy heart, 
Thinking on them, go I unto the tower. 

[Exeunt Pri. YOR. Haf. Car. and Attendants. 

Sue. Think you, my lord, this little prating Ttrk 
Was not incenfed by his fubtle mother, 
To taunt and fcorn you thus opprobrioufly ? 

RK. No doubt, no doubt : O, 'tis a parlous boy; 
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable ; 
He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. 

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Euc. Well, let them reft. _ 
Come hither, gentle Catesby ; Thou art fworn, 
As deeply to effeft what we intend, 
As clofely to conceal what we impart : 
Thou know'ft our reasons urg'd upon the way; 
What think'ft thou ? is it not an easy matter, 
To make William lord Ha/lings of our mind, 
For the inftalment of this noble duke 
In the feat royal of this famous isle ? 

CAT:. He for his father's fake fo loves the prince, 
That he will not be won to ought againft him. 

Buc. What think'ft thou then of Stanley? will not he ? 

CAT. He will do all in all as Haftingi doth. 

Sue. Well then, no more butthis: Go, gentle Catesly, 
And, as it were far off, found thou lord Haftingi t 
How he doth ftand affected to our purpose ; 
And fummon him to-morrow to the tower, 
To fit about the coronation. 
If thou doft find him tradlable to us, 
Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons : 
If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling, 
Be thou fo too ; and fo break off the talk, 
And give us notice of his inclination : 
For we to-morrow hold divided councils, 
Wherein thyfelf malt highly be employ'd. 

. Ric . Commend me to lord William : tel 1 him, Catesly % 
His antient knot of dang'rous adverfaries 
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret caftle ; 
And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, 
Give miftrefs Shore one gentle kifs the more. 

uc. Good Catesby ; go, effeft this businefs foundly. 

CAT. My good lords both, with all the heed 1 can. 

Richard III. 59 

Ric. Shall we hear from you, Catesfy, ere we fleep ? 

CAT. You (hall, my lord. 

Ric. At Oo/fty-place, there fhall you find us both. 

Bvc. My lord, what lhall we do, if we perceive 
Lord Hajlings will not yield to our complots ? [mine: 

Ric . Chop off his head ; fomething we will deter- 
And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me 
Th' earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables 
Whereof the king my brother was posseft. 

Bvc. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand. 

Ric. And look to have it yielded with all kindnefs. 
Come, let us fup betimes ; that afterwards 
We may digeft our complots in fome form. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. Before Lord Haftings' Houfe. 
Enter a MefTenger. 

Me/. My lord, my lord, [knocking. 

HAS. \fwithin.~\ Who knocks? 

Mef. One from lord Stanley. 

HAS. What is't o'clock? 

Mef. Upon the ftroke of four. 


HAS. Cannot thy matter fleep the tedious nights? 

Mef. So it mould feem by that I have to fay. 
Firft, he commends him to your noble lordfliip; 

HAS. And then, 

Mef. And then he fends you word, mp forH, 
He dreamt to-night, the boar had raz'd his helm : 
Befides, he fays, there are two councils held ; 
And that may be determin'd at the one, 
Which may make you and him to rue at the other. 

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60 Richard III. 

Therefore he fends to know your lordmip's pleasure,"- 
If presently you will take horfe with him, 
And with all fpeed poft ijcnce into the north, 
To ihun the danger that his foul divines. 

HJS. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; 
Bid him not fear the feparated councils : 
His honour, and myfelf, are at the one ; 
And, at the other, is my good friend Cattily % 
Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, 
Whereof I (hall not have intelligence. 
Tell him, his fears are mallow, without inftance : 
And for his dreams, 1 wonder, he's fo fond, 
To truft the mockery of unquiet (lumbers : 
To fly the boar, before the boar purfues, 
Were to incenfe the boar to follow us, 
And make purfuit, where he did mean no chace. 
Go, bid thy matter rise and come to me ; 
And we will both together to the tower, 
Where, he lhall fee, the boar will use us kindly. 

Mef. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you fay. [*//. 
Enter GATES BY. 

CAT. Many good morrows to my noble lord ! 

HJS. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early ftirring : 
What news, what news, in this our tottering ftate ? 

CAY. It is a reeling world, indeed, my lord ; 
And, I believe, will never ftand upright, 
'Till Richard wear the garland of the realm, [crown? 

HAS. How wear the garland? doll thou mean the 

CAT:. Ay, my good lord. [ders, 

HAS. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my fhoul- 
Before I'll fee the crown fo foul mifplac'd. 
But camt thou guefs that he doth aim at it ? 

Richard III. 6 1 

CAT. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward 
Upon his party, for the gain thereof: 
And, thereupon, he fends you this good news, 
That, this fame very day, your enemies, 
The kindred of the queen, muft die at Pomfrtt. 

HAS. Indeed, I am no mourner for that newt* 
Because they have been (till my adverfaries : 
But, that I'll give my voice on Richard's fide, 
To bar my mailer's heirs in true defcent, 
God knows, I will not do it, to the death. 

CAT:, God keep your lordfhip in that gracious mind ! 

HAS. Bat I fliall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence, 
That they which brought me in my mailer's hate, 
I live to look upon their tragedy. 
Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, 
I'll fend fome packing, that yet think not on't. 

CAT. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, 
When men are unprepar'd and look not for it. 

HJS. O, monftrous, monflrous ! and fo falls it oU 
With Rivers, Vaughan> Grey : and fo 'twill do 
With fome men elfe, that think themfelves as fafe 
As thou, and I; who, as thou know'ft, are dear 
To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. 

CAT. The princes both make high account of you, _ 
" For they account his head upon the bridge." 

HAS . I know, they do ; and I have well deserv'd it. _ 


Come on, come on, where is your boar-fpear, man ? 
Fear you the boar, and go fo unprovided? [Catesby:^ 

STA. My lord, good morrow ;_anD good morrow, 
You may jell on, but, by the holy rood, 
I do not like these feveral councils, I. 


6* Richard III. 

HAS. My lord, 

I hold my life as dear as you do yours ; 
And never, in my life, I do proteft, 
Was it more precious to me than 'tis now : 
Think you, but that I know our ftate fecure, 
I would be fo triumphant as I am ? [ t /on, 

STA. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from Lon- 
Were jocund, and fuppos'd their Hates were fure, 
And they (indeed) had no cause to miftruft ; 
But yet, you fee, how foon the day o'er-caft. 
This fudden ftab of rancour I mifdoubt; 
Pray God, I fay, I prove a needlefs coward ! 
What, mall we toward the tower r the day is fpent. 

HAS. Come, come, have with you: Wot you what, my 

To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded. [heads, 

STA. They, for their truth, might better wear their 
Than fome, that have accus'd them, wear their hats. 
But come, let us away. 

Enter a Purfuivant. 

HAS. Go on before, 
I'll talk with this good fellow. _How now, firrah ? 

[Exeunt STA. and CAT. 
How goes the world with thee ? 

Pur. The better, that your lordftrip please to aflc. 

HAS. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now, 
Than when thou met'ft me laft where now we meet : 
Then was I going prisoner to the tower, 
By the fuggeftion of the queen's allies ; 
But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyfelf ) 
This day those enemies are put to death, 
And I in better ftate than ere I was. 

'9comemyLo: let 

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Pur. God hold it, to your honour's good content ! 

HAS. Gramercy, fellow: There, ~j~ drink that for me. 
\throiuing him his Purfe. 

Pur. I thank your honour. [Exit Purfuivant. 

Enter a Prieft. 

Pri. Well met, my lord; lam glad to fee your honour. 

HAS. I thank thee, good fir John, with all my heart. 
I am in your debt for your laft exercise; 
Come the next fabboth, and I will content you. 

Buc. What, talking with a prieft, lord chamberlain ? 
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the prieft ; 
Your honour hath no Ihriving work in hand. 

HAS. Good faith,' and when I met this holy m#n, 
The men you talk of came into my mind. 
What, go you toward the tower ? 

Buc . I do, my lord ; but long I cannot flay there 
I fliall return before your lordftiip thence. 

HAS. Nay, like enough, for I ftay dinner there. 

Buc. " And fupper too, although thouknow'ft it not." 
Come, will you go ? 

HAS. I'll wait upon your lordfhip. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Pomfret. Before the Co/lie. 
Enter, as to Execution, GREY, RIVERS, aWVAUGHAN; 

RATCLIFF, and a Guard, with them. 
Rir. Sir Richard Ratclijf, let me tell thee this, 
To-day fhalt thou behold a fubjedl die, 
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. 

GRE. God blefs the prince from all the pack of you ! 
A knot you are of damned blood-fuckers. 

VAU . You live, that fhall cry woe for this hereafter* 

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64 Richard III. 

RAT. Difpatch ; the limit of your lives is out. 

Rir. O Pomfret, Pom/ret! o thou bloody prison, 
Fatal and ominous to noble peers! 
Within the guilty closure of thy walls, 
Richard the fecond here was hack'd to death : 
And, for more flander to thy dismal feat, 
We give thee up our guiltlefs blood to drink. 

GRE. Now Margaret's curfe is fall'n upon our heads* 
When Ihe exclaim'd on Haftings, you, and I, 
For ftanding by when Richard rtab'd her fon. 

Riv . Then curf 'd Ihe Ha/lings, curf 'd (he Bnckingham t 
Then curf'd fhe Richard; O, remember, God, 
To hear her prayers for them, as now for us t 
And for my fitter, and her princely fons, 
Be fatiffy'd, dear God, with our true bloods, 
Which, as thou know'ft, unjuftly muft be fpilt! 

RAf. Make hafte, the hour of death is now expir'd. 

Rir. Come,Gr>',_come, Vaugban,-.\z\. us here em- 
brace ; 
Farewel, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower. 


and Others, dif cover ''d fitting at a Table ; Officers 

of the Council attending. 

HAS, Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met 
Is to determine of the coronation : 
In God's name, fpeak, when is the royal day ? 
JBuc. Are all things ready for that royal time ? 
STA. They are, and wants but nomination. 
Bijh. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. 
uc. Who knows the lord protestor's mind herein ? 

i ' Haflingi, then curft 30 It is, and 

Richard III. 65 

Who is moft inward with the noble duke ? [mind. 

ijh. Your grace, we think, (hould fooneft know his 

Buc. We know each other's faces : for our hearts, 
He knows no more of mine, than I of yours ; 
Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine : _ 
Lord Ha/lings, you and he are near in love. 

HAS, I thank his grace, I know he loves me well ; 
But, for his purpose in the coronation, 
I have not founded him, nor he deliver'd- 
His gracious pleasure any way therein : 
But you, my noble lord, may name the time; 
And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice, 
Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part. 

Bijb. In happy time, here comes the duke himfelf. 

Ric . My nobie lords and cousins, all good morrow : 
I have been long a fleeper ; but, [ truft, 
My abfence doth neglecl no great defign, 
Which by my presence might have been concluded. 

Buc. Had you not come upon your cue, my lord, 
William lord Hajlings had pronounc'd your part, 
I mean, your voice, for crowning of the king. 

Ric. Than my lord Ha/lings, no man might be bolder; 
His lordfliip knows me well, and loves me well. _ 
My lord of Ely, when I was laft in Hclborn, 
\ faw good ftrawberries in your garden there ; 
I do befeech you, fend for fome of them. 

Bijh. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart. 

[Exit Bifhop. 

Ric. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you : 

[drawing him afedc. 
Catesfy hath founded Ha/lings in our busiriefs ; 

66 Richard HI- 

And finds the tefty gentleman fo hot, 
That he will lose his head, ere give confent, 
His matter's child, as worfhipfully he terms it, 
Shall lose the royalty of England"** throne. 

JBuc. Withdraw yourfelf awhile, I'll go with you. 
[Exeunt Ric. aWBuc. 

STA . We have not yet fet down this day of triumph : 
To-morrow, in my judgment, is too fudden; 
For I myfelf am not fo well provided, 
As elfe I would be, were the day prolonged. 
Re-enter Bijbop of Ely. 

Bijh. Where is my lord Proteftor? I have fent 
For these fame ftrawberries. ["ing J 

HAS. His grace looks chearfullyand fmooth this mor- 
There's fome conceit or other likes him well, 
When he doth bid good morrow with fuch fpirit. 
I think, there's ne'er a man in chriftendom, 
Can lefler hide his love, or hate, than he ; 
For by his face ftraight (hall you know his heart. 

STA. What of his heart perceive you in his face, 
By any likelihood he fhew'd to-day ? 

HAS. Marry, that with no man here he is offended ; 
For, were he, he had {hewn it in his looks. 
Re-enter^ii CHARD, andBucKiKGHAM,Jya/?t/y; LOVEL, 
and RATCLIFF, <vjitb them ; a Guard behind. 

RJC. 1 pray you all, tell me what they deserve, 

[advancing fternly toward his Seat. 
That do confpire my death with devilim plots 
Of damned witchcraft ; and that have prevail'd 
Upon my body with their hellifti charms ? 

HAS. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, 
Makes me moil forward in this noble presence 

Richard III. 67 

To doom the offenders, whofoe'er they be : 
I fay, my lord, they have deserved death. 

Ric. Then be your eyes the witnefs of their evil, 
Look how I am betwitch'd ; behold, mine arm 

[ ftripping and laying it bare. 
Is like a blafted fapling, wither'd up : 
And this is Edward's wife, that monftrous witch, 
Conforted with that harlot, ftrumpet Shore, 
That by their witchcraft thus have marked me. 

HAS. If they have done this deed, my noble lord, 

Ric. If! thou protector of this damned ftrumpet, 

Talk'ft thou to me of ifs? Thou art a traitor, 

OIF with his head ; now by faint Paul I fwear, 

1 will not dine until I fee the fame. 

Lfvel, and Ratclif, look that it be done; _ 
The reft, that love me, rise, and follow me. 

[Council rise in Confusion; and 
Exeunt, 'with Ric. andBuc. 

HAS. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me; 
For I, too fond, might have prevented this : 
Stanley did dream, the boar did raze his helm ; 
But I difdain'd it, and did fcorn to fly : 
Three times to-day my foot-cloth horfe did ftumble, 
And ftartl'd, when he look'd upon the tower, 
As loth to bear me to the flaughter-houfe. 
O, now I need the prieft that (pake to me : 
Now I repent I told the purfuivant, 
As too triumphing, how mine enemies 
To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, 
And I myfelf fecure in grace and favour. 
O, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curfe- 
Is lighted on poor Hayings' wretched head. 

68 Richard III. 

RA*. Difpatch, my lord, the duke would be at dinner; 
Make a fhort mrift, he longs to fee your head. 

HJS. O momentary grace of mortal men, 
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God ! 
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, 
Lives like a drunken failor on a mart; 
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down 
Into the fatal bowels of the deep. 

Lor. Come, come, difpatch ; 'tis bootlefs to exclaim. 

HJS . O bloody Richard! _ miserable England ! 
I prophefy the fearful'ft time to thee, 
That ever wretched age hath look'd upon. _ 
Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head ; 
They fmile at me, who fhortly mail be dead. [Exeunt, 

SCENE V. rhefame. The tower- Walls. 
Enter RICHARD, and BUCKINGHAM, in rujly 

Armour, marvellous ill-favoured. 
Ric . Come, cousin, canft thou quake, and change thy 

colour ? 

Murther thy breath in middle of a word, 
And then again begin, and flop again, 
As if thou wert diftraught, and mad with terror ? 

Euc. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; 
Speak, and look back, and pry on every fide, 
Tremble and ftart at wagging of a ftraw, 
Intending deep fufpicion : gaftly looks 
Are at my fervice, like enforced fmiles ; 
And both are ready in their offices, 
At any time, to grace my ftratagems. 
But what, is Catesby gone ? 
Ric. He is; and, fee, he brings the mayor along. 

Richard III. 69 

Enter tbe Lord Mayor, and Catesby. 

Buc. Let me alone to entertain him._ Lord mayor, 

Ric. Look to the draw-bridge there. 

Sue. Hark, Ijarfc ! a drum. 

Ric. Cattily, o'er-look the walls. 

Buc. Lord mayor, the reason we have fent for you, 

Ric. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. 

Buc. God and our innocency defend and guard us ! 
Enter LOVEL, and RatclifF, iuitb 
Mailings' Head. 

Ric. Be patient, they are friends ; Ratcliff, and Level. 

Lor. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, 
The dangerous and unfufpefted Haftings. 

Ric. So dear I lov'd the man, that I muft weep. 
I took him for the plained harmlefs creature, 
That breath 'd upon the earth a chriftian ; 
Made him my book, wherein my foul recorded 
The hiflory of all her fecret thoughts : 
So fmooth he daub'd his vice with (hew of virtue, 
That, his apparent open guilt omitted, 
I mean, his converfation with Shore's wife, 
He liv'd from all attainder of fufpeft. 

Buc. Well, well, he was the covert'ft ihelter'd traitor 

That ever liv'd Look you, my lord mayor, 

Would you imagine, or almoft believe, 
(Wert not, that by great preservation 
We live to tell it you) the fubtle traitor 
This day had plotted, in the council-houfe, 
To murther me, and my good lord of Glofterf 

May. What, had he fo ? 

Ric. What ! think you we are Turks, or infidels > 
Or that we would, againft the form of law, 

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70 Richard III. 

Proceed thus rafhly in the villain's death; 
But that the extream peril of the cafe, 
The peace of England, and our perfons' fafety, 
Enforc'd us to this execution ? 

May. Now, fair befal you ! he deserv'd his death ; 
And your good graces both have well proceeded, 
To warn falfe traitors from the like attempts. 
I never look'd for better at his hands, 
After he once fell in with miftrefs Shore. 

Buc. Yet had we not determin'd he mould die, 
Until your lordmip came to fee his end ; 
Which now the loving hade of these "{"our friends, 
Somewhat againft our meaning, hath prevented : 
Because, my lord, we would have had you heard 
The traitor fpeak, and timoroufly confefs 
The manner and the purpose of his treasons; 
That you might well have fignify'd the fame 
Unto the citizens, who, haply, may 
Mifconftrue us in him, and wail his death. 

May. But, my good lord, yourgrace's word fhallferve, 
As well as I had feen, and heard him fpeak : 
And do not doubt, right noble princes both, 
But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens 
With all your juft proceedings in this cafe. 

Ric. And to that end we wim'd your lordmip here* 
To avoid the cenfures of the carping world. 

Buc. But fince you came too late for our intent, 
Vet witnefs what you hear we did intend : 
And fo, my good lord mayor, we bid farewel. 

[Exit Mayor. 

Ric. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham. 
The mayor towards Guild-ball hies him in all pod : 

3 have *7 late of our 

Richard III. 71 

There, at your meeteft vantage of the time, 

Infer the baftardy of Edward's children : 

Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen, 

Only for faying he would make his fon 

Heir to the crown ; meaning, indeed, his houfe, 

Which, by the fign thereof, was termed fb. 

Moreover, urge his hateful luxury, 

And beaftial appetite in change of luft; 

Which ftretch'd unto their fervants, daughters, wives, 

Even where his raging eye, or favage heart, 

Without controul, lifted to make his prey. 

Nay, for a need, thus far come near my perfbn : 

Tell them, when that my mother went with child 

Of that infatiate Edward, noble York, 

My princely father, then had wars in Franct\ 

And, by juft computation of the time, 

Found, that the iflue was not his begot; 

Which well appeared in his lineaments, 

Being nothing like the noble duke my father : 

But touch this fparingly, as 'twere far off; 

Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives. 

Eve. Doubt not, my lord ; I'll play the orator, 
As if the golden fee, for which I plead, 
Were for myfelf: and fo, my lord, adieu. 

Ric. Ifyou thrivewell,bringthemto5<y*ar<i"scaftle; 
Where you fhall find me well accompany'd, 
With reverend fathers, and well-learned bimops. 

Buc. I go; and, towards three or four o'clock, 
l-ook for the news that the Guild- ball affords. 


Ric. Go, Ltrvel, with all fpeed to doftor Sbaw,^. 
Go thou [to Cat.] to friar Penker ; bid them both 

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Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's caftle. 

[Exeunt Lov. and Cat. 
Now will I in, to take fome privy order 
To draw the brats of Clarence out of fight ; 
And to give notice, that no manner perfon 
Have, any time, recourfe unto the princes. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VI. rbefame. A Street. 

Enter a Scrivener. 

Scr. Hereof is the indi&mentofthegoodlord/fe/?/'.f; 
Which in a fet hand fairly is engroff'd, 
That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's. 
And mark how well the fequel hangs together : 
Eleven hours I have fpent to write it over, 
For yeflernight by Catesby was it fent me; 
The precedent was full as long a doing : 
And yet within these five hours Haflingf liv'd, 
Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty. 
Here's a good world the while ! Who is fo grofs, 
That cannot fee this palpable device ? 
Yet who fo bold, but fays he fees it not ? 
Bad is the world ; and all will come to nought. 
When fuch bad dealing muft be feen in thought. [Exit. 

SCENE VII. The fame. Court o/Baynard'j Caftle. 
Enter RICHARD, aWBucKiNGHAM, meeting. 

Ric. How now, how now? what fay the citizens? 

Buc. Now by the holy mother of our Lord, 
The citizens are mum, fay not a word. 

Ric. Touch'd you the baftardy of Edward's children? 

Buc. I did; with his contract with ladyrjr, 
And his contract by deputy in France : 

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The infattate greedinefs of his desire, 
And his enforcement of the city wives; 
His tyranny for trifles ; his own baftardy, 
As being got, your father then in France, 
And his resemblance, being not like the duke. 
Withal, I did infer your lineaments, 
Being the right idea of your father, 
Both in your form and noblenefs of mind : 
Lay'd open all your victories in Scotland, 
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace, 
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility; 
Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose, 
Untouch'd, or (lightly handl'd, in difcourfe. 
And, when my oratory drew toward end, 
I bad them, that did love their country's good, 
Cry God fave Richard, England's royal king ! 
Ric. And did they fo ? 

Bvc. No, fo God help me, they fpake not a word; 
But, like dumb ftatues, or tutbreathing ftones, 
Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale. 
Which when I faw, I reprehended them ; 
And aflc'd the mayor, what meant this wilful Clence : 
His anfwer was, the people were not us'd 
To be fpoke to, but by their ohm recorder. 
Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again ; 
Thus faith the duke, thus hath the duke infer 1 d', 
But nothing fpoke in warrant from himfelf. 
When he had done, fome followers of mine own, 
At lower end the hall, hurl'd up their caps, 
And fome ten vokes cry'd, God favt king Richard ! 
And thus I took the vantage of those few, 
Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I ; 

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This general applause, and chearful Jbout , 
Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard : 
And even here brake off, and came away. 

Ric. What tonguelefs blocks were they; Would they 

not fpeak ? 
Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come ? 

Sue. The mayor is here at hand ; Intend fome fear ; 
Be not you {poke with, but by mighty fuit : 
And look you get a prayer-book in your hand, 
And ftand between two churchmen, good my lord; 
For on that ground I'll make a holy defcant : 
And be not easily won to our requefts ; 
Play the maid's part, flill anfwer nay, and take it. 
Ric. I go ; And if you plead as well for them, 
As I can fay nay to thee for myfelf, 
No doubt we bring it to a happy iflue. [Knock. 

Buc. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor knocks. 
Enter the Lord Mayor ; 'with certain 

dldermen, and Others. 

Welcome, my lord : I dance attendance here ; 
I think, the duke will not be fpoke withal 

Now, Catesby? what fays your lord to my requeft ? 

CAT. He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord, 
To visit him to-morrow, or next day : 
He is within, with two right reverend fathers, 
Divinely bent to meditation ; 
And in no worldly fuit would he be mov'd, 
To draw him from his holy exercise. 

Buc. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious dukej 
Tell him, myfelf, the mayor and aldermen, 

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In deep defigns, in matter of great moment, 

No lefs importing than our general good. 

Are come to have fome conference with his grace. 

CJT. I'll fignify fo much unto him Itraight. {Exit. 

Buc. Ah ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward! 
He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed, 
But on his knees at meditation ; 
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans, 
But meditating with two deep divines; 
Not fleeping, to engrofs his idle body, 
But praying, to enrich his watchful foul : 
Happy were England-, would this virtuous prince 
Take on himfelf the fov'reignty thereof; 
But, fure, I fear, we mail ne'er win him to it. 

May, Marry, God defend his grace mould fay us nay ! 

Buc. I fear, he will : Here Catesby comes again; 

Re-enter GATES BY. 
What fays your lord ? 

CAT. He wonders to what end you have aflembFd 
Such troops of citizens to come to him, 
His grace not being warn'd thereof before : 
He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him. 

Buc. Sorry I am, my noble cousin fhould 
Sufpedl me, that I mean no good to him : 
By heaven, we come to him in perfeft love ; 
And fo once more return and tell his grace. [Exit CAT. 
When holy and devout religious men 
Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence ; 
So fweet is zealous contemplation. 

Enter RICHARD, in a Balcony, above, between 

tnuo Bijhops ; C A T E s B Y again, below. [ men \ 

May. See, where his grace ftands 'tween two clergy- 

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Sue. Two props of virtue for a chriftian prince* 
To ftay him from the fall of vanity : 
And, fee, a book of prayer in his hand ; 

True ornaments to know a holy man. 

Famous Plantagenet, moll gracious prince, 
Lend favourable ear to our requefts ; 
And pardon us the interruption 
Of thy devotion, and right chriftian zeal. 

Ric. My lord, there needs no fuch apology; 
I rather do befeech you pardon me, 
Who, earneft in the fervice of my God, 
Defer'd the visitation of my friends. 
But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure ? 

Sue. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above, 
And all good men of this ungovern'd ifle. 

RJC. I do fufpecl, I have done fome offence, 
That feems difgracious in the city's eye ; 
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance, [grace, 
Sue. You have, my lord; ' might please your 
On our entreaties, to amend your fault ! 
Ric. Elfe wherefore breath I in a chriftian land ? 
Bvc. Know, then, it is your fault, that you resign 
The fupream feat, the throne majeftical, 
The fcepter'd office of your anceftors, 
Your ftate of fortune, and your due of birth, 
The lineal glory of your royal houfe, 
To the corruption of a blemim'd ftock : 
Whilft, in the mildnefs of your fleepy thoughts, 
(Which here we waken to our country's good) 
The noble ifle doth want her proper limbs ; 
Her face defac'd with fears of infamy, 
Her royal ftock graft with ignoble plants, 

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And almoft flioulder'd in the fwallowing gulf 

Of dark forgetfulnefs and deep oblivion. 

Which to recure, we heartily follicit 

Your gracious felf to take on you the charge 

And kingly government of this your land : 

Not as proteclor, fteward, fubftitute, 

Or lowly faftor for another's gain ; 

But as fucceflively, from blood to blood, 

Your right of birth, your empery, your own. 

For this, conforted with the citizens, 

Your very worfhipful and loving friends, 

And by their vehement inftigation, 

In this juft fuit come I to move your grace. 

Ric. I cannot tell, if to depart in filence, 
Or bitterly to fpeak in your reproof, 
Beft fitteth my degree, or your condition : 
For, not to anfwer, you might haply think, 
Tongue- ty'd ambition, not replying, yielded 
To bear the golden yoke of fov'reignty, 
Which fondly you would here impose on me; 
If to reprove you for this fuit of yours, 
So feason'd with your faithful love to me, 
Then, on the other fide, I check'd my friends: 
Therefore, to fpeak, and to avoid the firft ; 
And then, in fpeaking, not incur the laft, 
Definitively thus I anfwer you. 
Your love deserves my thanks ; but my desert> 
Unmeritable, fhuns your high requeft. 
Firft, if all obftacles were cut away, 
And that my path were even to the crown, 
As the ripe revenue and due of birth ; 
Yet fo much is my poverty of fpirit, 

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So mighty, and fo many, my defers, 

That 1 would rather hide me from my greatnefs,-* 

Being a bark to brook no mighty fea, 

Than in my greatnefs covet to be hid, 

And in the vapour of my glory fmother'd. 

But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me; 

(And much I need to help you, if need were) 

The royal tree hath left us royal fruit, 

Which, mellow'd by the ftealing hours of time, 

Will well become the feat of majefly, 

And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign : 

On him I lay that you would lay on me, 

The right and fortune of his happy ftars, 

Which, God defend, that I Ihould wring from him ! 

Bvc. My lord, this argues confcience in your grace; 
But the refpefts thereof are nice and trivial, 
All circumftances well confidered. 
You fay, that Edward is your brother's fon ; 
So fay we too, but not by Edward's wife : 
For firfl he was contract to lady Lucy, 
Your mother lives a witnefs to his vow ; 
And afterwards by fubftitute betroth'd 
To Sana, filler to the king of France: 
These both put by, a poor petitioner, 
A care-craz'd mother to a many fons, 
A beauty- waining and diftrefled widow, 
Even in the afternoon of her befl days, 
Made prize and purchafe of his wanton eye, 
Seduc'd the pitch and height of his degree 
To bafe declenfion and loath'd bigamy ; 
By her, in his unlawful bed, he got 
This Ed<ward t whom our manners call the prince. 

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More bitterly could I expoftulate, 
Save that, for reverence to fome alive, 
I give a fparing limit to my tongue. 
Then, good my lord, take to your royal felf 
This proffer'd benefit of dignity : 
If not to blefs us and the land withal, 
Yet to draw forth your noble anceftry, 
From the corruption of abusing time, 
Unto a lineal true-derived courfe. 
May. Do, good my lord ; your citizens entreat you. 

Buc. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love. 

CdT. O, make them joyful, grant their lawful fuir. 

Ric. Alas, why would you heap those cares on me? 
I am unfit for ftate and majefty : 
I do befeech you, take it not amifs ; 
I cannot, nor I will not yield to you. 

Buc. If you refuse it, as, in love and zeal, 
Loth to depose the child, your brother's fon ; 
As well we know your tendernefs of heart, 
And gentle, kind, effeminate remorfe, 
Which we have noted in you to your kindred, 
And equally (indeed) to all eftates, 
Yet know, whe'r you accept our fuit, or no, 
Your brother's fon mall never reign our king ; 
But we will plant fome other in the throne, 
To the difgrace and downfal of your houfe. 
And, in this resolution, here we leave you;-. 
Come, citizens, we will entreat no more. 

[Exit, with the Citizens, 

CAT:. Call them again, fweet prince, accept their fuit; 
If you deny them, all the land will rue it. 

Ric. Will you enforce me to a world of cares ? 


So Richard III. 

Well, Call them again; [Exit CAT.] I am not made of 
But penetrable to your kind entreaties, [ilone, 

Albeit againft my confidence and my foul. 

Re-eater BUCKINGHAM, and the reft. 
Cousin of Bucking ham, _ and fage grave men,_ 
Since you will buckle fortune on my back, 
To bear her burthen, whether I will, or no, 
I muft have patience to endure the load : 
But if black fcandal, or foul-fac'd reproach, 
Attend the fequel of your imposition. 
Your meer enforcement (hall acquittance me 
From all the impure blots and flains thereof; 
For God he knows, and you may partly fee, 
How far I am from the desire of this. 

May. God blefs your grace ! we fee it, and will fay it. 

Ric. In faying fo, you mail but fay the truth. 

Sue. Then 1 falute you with this royal title, 
Long live king Richard, England's worthy king I 

all. Amen. 

Bvc. To-morrow may it please you to be crown'd ? 

Ric. Even when you please, for you will have it fo. 

Sue. To-morrow then we will attend your grace; 
And fo, moft joyfully, we take our leave. 

Ric. Come, let us to our holy work again : __ 
Farewel, good cousin; farewel, gentle friends. [Exeunf. 


SCENE I. Before the 7'txwer. 
Enter, on one Side, Anne Dutcbejs o/Glofter, 
and Clarence'/ young Daughter <witb her ; tn the other f 
tbt Queen, the Dutcbejs ^York, 


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DORSET : Attendants <witb them. 

Dut. Who meets us here ? my niece Plant 'agtnet t 
Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Glofler? 
Now, for my life, fhe's vvand'ring to the tower, 
On pure heart's love, to greet the tender prince. 
Daughter, well met. 

ANN . God give your graces both 
A happy and a joyful time of day ! 

>ue. As much to you, good filler ! Whither away ? 

AXN. No farther than the tower; and, as I guefs, 
Upon the like devotion as yourfelves, 
To gratulate the gentle princes there. 

>ue. Kind filter, thanks ; we'll enter all together: 


And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes. __ 
Matter lieutenant, pray you, by your leave, 
How doth the prince, and my young fon of Tori? 

BRA. Right well, dear madam : By your patience, 
I may not fuffer you to visit them ; 
The king hath Itridly charg'd the contrary. 

>ue. The king ! who's that ? 

BRA, I mean, the lord protector. 

Que. The Lord protect him from that kingly title ! 
Hath he fet bounds between their love, and me ? 
I am their mother, Who lhall bar me from them ? 

Dut. I am their father's mother, I will fee them. 

ANN. Their aunt 1 am in law, in love their mother: 
Then bring me to their fights ; I'll bear thy blame, 
And take thy office from thee, on my peril. 

BRA. No, madam, no, 1 may not leave it fo; 
I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. [Exit. 

fa Richard III. 


StJ. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, 
And I'll falute your grace of York as mother, 
And reverend looker-on, of two fair queens 
Come,madam, [to Ann.] you mult ftraight to Wejlminfter^ 
There to be crowned Richard's royal queen. 

t%ue. Ah, cut my lace afunder! that my pent heart 
May have fome fcope to beat, or elfe I fwoon 
With this dead-killing news. 

jlNV. Defpiteful tidings ! o unpleasing news ! [grace ? 

DOR. Be of good chear :_ Mother, how fares you* 

Que. O Dorfet, {peak not to me, get thee gone, 
Death and deftruftion dog thee at the heels ; 
Thy mother's name is ominous to children : 
If thou wilt out-ftrip death, go crofs the feas, 
And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell. 
Go, hie thee, hie thee from this flaughter-houfe, 
Left thou encreafe the number of the dead ; 
And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curfe, 
Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen. 

STJ. Full of wise care is this your counfel, madam : . 
Take all the fwift advantage of the hours ; 
You (hall have letters from me to my fon 
In your behalf, to meet you on the way : 
Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay. 

Dut. O ill-difperfing wind of misery ! _ 
O my accurfed womb, the bed of death ; 
A cockatrice haft thou hatch'd to the world, 
Whose unavoided eye is murtherous ! 

Sr*. Come, madam, come ; I in all hafte was fent, 

jfifN. And I with all unwillingnefs will go. 
O, would to God, that the inclusive verge 

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Of golden metal, that muft round my brow, 
Were red-hot fteel, to fear me to the brain! 
Anointed let me be with deadly venom ; 
And die, ere men can fay God fave the queen ! 

Que, Go, go, poor foul, I envy not thy glory; 
To feed my humour, wifh thyfelf no harm. 

Ann. No ! why ? When he, that is my husband now,. 

Came to me, as 1 follow'd Henry's corfe ; 

When fcarce the blood was well wafh'd from his hands*, 

Which iffu'd from my other angel husband, 

And that dead faint which then I weeping follow'd.; 

O, when, I fay, I look'd on Richard's face, 

This was my wifti, Be thou, quoth I, accurfd, 

Fir making me, fo young, fo old a widow ! 

And, when thou wed" 1 ]}, let forrow haunt thy bed\ 

And be thy wife (if any btfo mad) 

More miserable by the life oft bee, 

Than thou hajl made me by my dear lord's death ! 

Lo, ere I can repeat this curfe again, 

Even in fo flvort a fpace, my woman's heart 

Groffly grew captive to his honey words, 

And prov'd the fubje& of my own foul's curie : 

Whith hitherto hath held mine eyes from reft j 

For never yet one hour in his bed 

Did I enjoy the golden dew of fleep, 

But with his timorous dreams was ftill awak'd. 

Befides, he hates me for my father Warwick ; 

And will, no doubt, (hortly be rid of me. 

Que. Poor heart, adieu ; I pity thy complaining. 

AfiN. No more than with my foul I mourn for yours. 

DOR. Farewel, thou woful welcomer of glory. 

dNN. Adieu, popr foul, that tak'ft thy leave of it. 


34 Richard III. 

Dut. Go then to Richmond, And good fortune guide 
thee ! _ 

Go thou to Richard, And good angels tend thee ! 

Go thou to fanftuary, And good thoughts possefs thee ! _ 
I to my grave, Where peace and reil lye with me ! 
Eighty odd years of forrow have I feen, 
And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen. 

Que. Stay yet ; look back, with me, cnto the tower. _ 
Pity, you ancient ftones, those tender babes, 
Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls ! 
Rough cradle for fuch little pretty ones, 
Rude ragged nurfe, old fullen play-fellow 
For tender princes, use my babies well ! 
So foolilh forrotv bids your ftones farewel. [Exeunt. 

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

Flourijh. RICHARD, upon bii Throne; BUCKINGHAM, 

and Lords, by him: CATESBY, Page, and Others. 

Ric. Stand all apart. _ Cousin of Buckingham, 

Sue. My gracious fovereign : 

Ric. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy advice. 
And thy afMance, is king Richard feated : 
But mall we wear these glories for a day ? 
Or mail they laft, and we rejoice in them ? 

Buc. Still live they, and for ever let them laft! 

Ric. Ah, Buckingham, now do I 'ply the touch, 
To try if thou be current gold indeed : 
Young Etiiuard\'\ve& ; Think now what I would fpeak. 

uc. Say on, my loving lord. 

Ric. Why, Buckingham, I fay, I would be king. 

JBuc. Why, fo you are, my thrice renowned liege. 

Hie. Ha ! am I king? 'Tis fo : but Ednvard lives. 

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Sue. True, noble prince. 

Ric. O bitter confequence, 

That Edward ftill mould live true noble prince! 
Cousin, thou waft not wont to be fo dull : 
Shall I be plain ? I wifh the baftards dead ; 
And I would have it fuddenly perform'd. 
What fay'ft thou now ? fpeak fuddenly, be brief. 

Buc. Your grace may do your pleasure. 

Ric. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindnefs freezes : 
Say, have I thy confent, that they (hall die? [lord, 

Buc. Give me fome breath, fome little pause, dear 
Before I positively fpeak in this : 
I wiJl resolve your grace immediately. [Exit Buc. 

CAT. " The king is angry; fee, he gnaws his lip." 

[to a Stander-by. 

Ric. I will converfe with iron-witted fools, 
And unrefpedlive boys ; none are for me, 
That look into me with confiderate eyes : 
High-reaching Buckingham grows circumfpec~k. 

Pag. My lord : 

Ric. Know'ft thou not any, whom corrupting gold 
Would tempt unto a clofe exploit of death? 

Pag. \ know a difcontented gentleman, 
Whose humble means match not his haughty mind: 
Gold were as good as twenty orators, 
And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing. 

Ric. What is his name? 

Pag. His name, my lord, is Tyrrel. 

Ric. 1 partly know the man ; Go, call him hither, 

boy._ [ 

The deep-revolving witty Buckingham 

86 Richard III. 

No more (hall be the neighbour to mycounfels: 
Hath he fo long held out with me untir'd, 
And flops he now for breath ? well, be it fo. _ 

How now, lord Stanley ? what's the news ? 

STA. My lord, 

The raarquifs Dor/et, as I hear, is fled 
To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. 

Ric. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it abroad, 
That Anne my wife is very grievous lick ; 
1 will take order for her keeping clofe. 
Enquire me out fome mean born gentleman, 
Whom J will marry ftraight to Clarence' daughter; 
The boy is foolifli, and I fear not him. 
Look, how thou dream'ft ! I fay again, give out, 
That Anne my queen, is lick, and like to die : 
About it ; for it {lands me much upon, 
To (top all hopes, whose growth may damage me. 


I muft be marry'd to my brother's daughter, 
Or elfe my kingdom Hands on brittle glafs :-* 
Marther her brothers, and then marry her ! 
Uncertain way of gain ! But I am in 
So far in blood, that fin will pluck on fin. 
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye. __ 
Re-enter Page, 'with T Y R R E L . 
Js thy name Tyrrtl? 

TYR . James Tyrrel, and your moft obedient fubjeL 

Ric. Art thou, indeed ? 

9r/f. Prove me, my gracious lord. 

Ric. Dar'ft thou resolve to kill a friend of mine ? 

frK. . Please you ; but I had rather kill two enemies. 

6 Stanley. Know my loving Lord 

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Ric. Why, then thou haft it; two deep enemies, 
Foes to my reft, and my fweet deep's difturbers, 
Are they that I would have thee deal upon : 
Tyrrel, I mean those baftards in the tower. 

Trx. Let me have open means to come to them, 
And foon I'll rid you from the fear of them. 

Ric. Thou fing'ft fweet musick. Hark, come hither, 

Go, by this ^ token :-~ Rise, and lend thine ear : 

\fwbifpers him. 

There is no more but /b ; Say, it is done, 
And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it. 

TV*. I will difpatch it ftraight. [Exit. 


Sue. My lord, I have confider'd in my mind 
The late demand that you did found me in : 

Ric. Well, let that reft. Dorfet is fled to Richmond. 

Bvc. I hear the news, my lord. 

Ric. Stanley, he is your wife's fon ; Well, look to it. 

Sue . My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, 
For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; 
The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables 
Which you have promised I fhall possefs. 

Ric. Stanley, look to your wife ; if me convey 
Letters to Richmond, you ftiall anfwer it. 

Eve. What fays your highnefs to my juft requeft ? 

Ric. I do remember me, Henry the fixth 
Did prophefy, that Richmond fhould be king, 
When Richmond was a little peevifh boy. 
A king! perhaps. 

Bvc. My lord, 

RIQ. How chance, the prophet could not at that time 

33 Richard III. 

Have told me, I being by, that I fhould kill him? 

Buc. My lord, your promise for the earldom,"* 

Ric. Richmond! When la ft I was at Exeter, 
The mayor in courtefy fhew'd me the caftle, 
And call d it Rouge-mont: at which name, I ftarted; 
Because a bard of Ireland told me once, 
I fhould not live long after I tew Richmond. 

Buc. My lord, 

Ric. Ay, what's o'clock ? 

Buc. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind 
Of what you promis'd me : 

Ric. Well, but what's o'clock? 

Buc. Upon the tfroke of ten. 

Ric. Well, let it ftrike. 

Buc. Why let it ftrike? 

Ric. Because that, like a jack, thou keep'ft the ftroke 
Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. 
I am not in the giving vein to-day. 

Buc. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will, or no. 

Ric. Thou troubl'ft me ; I am not in the vein. 

[Exeunt RICHARD, and Train. 

Buc. Is it even fo? repays he my deep fervice 
With fuch contempt ? made I him king for this ? 
O, let me think on Haftingj; and be gone 
To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on. [Exit. 

SCENE III. The fame. 

Enter TYRREL. 

TV*. The tyrannous and bloody aft is done; 
The moft arch deed of piteous ma(Tacre, 
That ever yet this land was guilty of. 
Digblon, and Fcrreft, whom I did luborn 

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To do this piece of ruthlefs butchery, 
Albeit they were fleflu villains, bloody dogs, 
Melting with tendernefs and kind companion, 
Wept like to children, in their deaths' fad ftory. 
O, thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, 
Thus, thus, quoth ForreJI ; girdling one another 
Within their alablajler innocent arms : 
Their lips *iu ere four red roses on a ftalk, 
Which, in their jummer beauty ; kijf'd each other. 
A book of prayers on their pillow lay ; 
Which once, quoth Forrtft, almoft changed my mind; 
But, o, the devil there the villain ftop'd ; 
When Dighton thus told on, <we /mothered 
The mojl replenijbed jweet work of nature, 
That, from the prime creation, e'er Jbe framed. 
Hence both are gone with confcience and remorfe, 
They could not ipeak ; and fo I left them both, 
To bear these tidings to the bloody king. 

And here he comes : _ All health, my fovereign lord! 

Ric. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy news? 

TrR . If to have done the thing you gave in charge 
Beget your happinefs, be happy then, 
For it is done. 

Ric. But didfl thou fee them dead ? 

TYR. 1 did, my lord. 

Ric. And bury'd, gentle Tyrrel? 

Tru. The chaplain of the tower hath bury'd them ; 
But where, to fey the truth, I do not know. 

Ric. Come to me, Tyrrel, foon, at after fupper, 
When thou flialt tell the procefs of their death. 
Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, 

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And be inheritor of thy desire. 
Farewel, 'till then. 

ITR. I humbly take my leave. [Exit. 

Ric. The fon of Clarence have I pen'd up clofe, 
His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; 
The fons of Edward fleep in Abraham's bosom, 
And Anne my wife hath old the world good night* 
Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims 
At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, 
And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown, 
To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer. 

RAT. My lord,- 

Ric. Good or bad news, that thoucom'ft info bluntly? 

RAT. Bad news, my lord : Morton is fled to Richmond; 
And Buckingham^ back'd with the hardy Welshmen, 
Is in the field, and ftill his power encreafeth. 

Ric. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near, 
Than Buckingham and his rafli-levy'd ftrength. 
Come, I have learn'd, that fearful commenting 
Is leaden fervitor to dull delay;. 
Delay leads impotent and fnail-pac'd beggary : 
Then fiery expedition be my wing, 
Jove 's Mercury, and herald for a king ! 
Go, mufter men : My counfel is my fhield ; 
We mud be brief, when traitors brave the field. [Exeuttf. 

SCENE IV. The fame. Be/ore the Palace. 

Enter Queen Margaret. 

^.M. So, now profperity begins to mellow, 
And drop into the rotten mouth of death. 
Here in these confines flily have I lurk'd, 

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To watch the waining of mine enemies : 
A dire induction am 1 witnefs to, 
And will to France; hoping, the confequence 
Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. 
Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret ; Who comes here ? 
Enter the Queen, haftily; Dutchefs 
ofYorkfo/lotvixg her. 

*$ue. Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender babes ! 
My unblown flowers, new-appearing fweets ! 
Jf yet your gentle fouls fly in the air, 
And be not fix'd in doom perpetual, 
Hover about me with your airy wings, 
And hear your mother's lamentation. 

^ M. Hover about her ; fay, that right for right 
Hath dim'd your infant morn to aged night. 

Dut. So many miseries have craz'd my voice, 
That my woe-weary'd tongue is ftill and mute. _ 
Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead ? 

<__ M. Plant agenct doth quit P/antagenet, 
Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. 

Que. Wilt thou, o God, fly from fuch gentle lambs, 
And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? 
Why didft thou fleep, when fuch a deed was done ? 

Q..M. When holy Henry dy'd, and my fweet fon ? 

Dut. Dead life, blind fight, poor mortal living ghoft, 
Woe's fcene, world's ftiame, grave's due by life usurp'd, 
Brief abftraft and record of tedious days, 
Reft thy unreft on England's lawful earth, 

[fitting down on it, 
Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood. 

S>ue* Ah, that thou would'ft as foon afford a grave, 
As thou canit yield a melancholy feat; 

92 Richard III. 

Then would I hide my bones, not reft them here ! 

\throiuing herfelf by her, 
Ah, who hath any cause to mourn, but we? 

4J. M. If ancient forrow be molt reverent, 
Give mine the benefit of feniory, 
And let my griefs frown on the upper hand. 

[joining, and taking Seat between them* 
If forrow can admit fociety, 
Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine : 
I had an Edward, 'till a Richard kill'd him ; 
I had a husband, 'till a Richard kill'd him : 
Thou hadft an Edward, 'till a Richard kill'd him ; 
Thou hadft a Richard, 'till a Richard kill'd him. 

Dut. I had a Richard too, and thou didft kill him; 
I had a Rutland too, thou holp'ft to kill him. 

^ M . Thou hadft ^Clarence too, and&V/wAill'dhim. 
From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept 
A hell-hound, that doth hunt us all to death : 
That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes, 
To worry lambs, and lap their gentle blood ; 
That foul defacer of God's handy-work ; 
That excellent grand tyrant of the earth, 
That reigns in galled eyes of weeping fouls, 
Thy womb let loofe, to chafe us to our graves. _ . 
O upright, juft, and true-difposing God, 
How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur 
Preys on the iflue of his mother's body, 
And makes her pue-fellovv with others' moan ! 

Dut. O Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes ; 
God witnefs with me, I have wept for thine. 

^M. Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge, 
And now I cloy me with beholding it. 

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Thy Ediuard\it is dead, that kill'd my Edward', 

Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Ednvard\ 

Young York he is but boot, because both they 

Match not the high perfection of my lofs : 

Thy Clarence he is dead, that ftab'd my Edward^ 

And the beholders of this tragick play, 

The adulterate Haflings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey, 

Untimely fmother'd in their duflcy graves. 

Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer; 

Only reserv'd their faftor, to buy fouls, 

And fend them thither : But at hand, at hand, 

Enfucs his piteous and unpity'd end : 

Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar for fcim ; faints pray, 

To have him fuddenly convey'd from hence : 

Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray, 

That I may live to fay, The dog is dead ! 

^ue. O, thou didft prophefy, the time would come, 
That I fhould wim for thee to help me curfe 

That bottl'd fpider, that foul bunch-back'd toad. 
4>. M. I call'd thee then, vain flourifh of my fortune; 

I call'd thee then, poor fhadow, painted queen; 

The presentation of but what I was, 

The flattering index of a direful pageant, 

One heav'd a high to be hnrl'd down below : 

A mother only mock'd with two fair babes ; 

A dream of what thou waft ; a garith flag, 

To be the aim of every dangerous mot ; 

A fign of dignity, a breath, a bubble; 

A queen in jeft, only to fill the fcene. 

Where is thy husband now ? where be thy brothers ? 

Where be thy two fons ? wherein doft thou joy ? 

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94 Richard III. 

Where be the bending peers that flatter' d thee ? 

Where be the thronging troops that follow* d thee ? 

Decline all this, and fee what now thou art. 

For happy wife, a mofl diftrefled widow ; 

For joyful mother, one that wails the name; 

For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care : 

For one being fu'd to, one that humbly fues ; 

For one commanding all, obey'd of none ; 

For one that fcorn'd at me, now fcorn'd of me. 

Thus hath the courfe of jufticewhirl'd about, 

And left thee but a very prey to time ; 

Having no more but thought of what thou wert, 

To torture thee the more, being what thou art. 

Thou didft usurp my place, And doft thou not 

Usurp the juft proportion of my forrow ? 

Now thy proud neck bears half my burthen'd yoke; 

From which even here I flip my weary'd head, 

And leave the burthen of it all on thee. 

Farewel, Tort's wife, and queen of fad mifchance, _ 

These Englifb woes {hall make me fmile in France. 

^ue. O thou well fkill'd in curfes, flay a while, 
And teach me how to curfe mine enemies. 

^. M. Forbear to fleep the night, and faft the day ; 
Compare dead happinefs with living woe; 
Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, 
And he, that flew them, fouler than he is : 
Bettering thy lofs makes the bad causer worfe ; 
Revolving this will teach thee how to curfe. 

>ue. My words are dull, O, quicken them with thine ! 

^M. Thy woes will make them fharp, and pierce like 
mine. [v;V Margaret. 

Dut. Why Ihould calamity be full of words ? 

Richard III. 9- 

One. Windy attorneys to their client woes, 
Airy fucceeders of inteftate joys, 
Poor breathing orators of miseries, 
Let them have fcope : though what they do impart 
Help nothing elfe, yet do they ease the heart. 

Dut. If fo, then be not tongue-ty'd : go with me, 
And in the breath of bitter words let's fmother 
My damned fon, that thy two fweet fons fmother'd. 

[Drum within. 
I hear his drum, be copious in exclaims. 

Enter RICHARD, and Train, marching. 

Rrc. Who intercepts me in my expedition ? 

Dut. O, me, that might have intercepted thee, 
By ftrangling thee in her accurfed womb, 
From all the (laughters, wretch, that thou haft done. 

>ue. Hid'ft thou that forehead with a golden crown, 
Where fhould be branded, if that right were right, 
The flaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, 
And the dire death of my poor fons, and brothers ? 
Tell me, thou villain-flave, where are my children ? 

Dut. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brotherC//?- 
And little Ned Plant ag enet, his fon ? \rtnct? 

<%ue. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan>Grty? 

Dut. Where is kind Haflings ? 

Ric. A flourifh, trumpets ; ftrike alarum, drums; 
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women 
Rail on the Lord's anointed : Strike, I fay. _ 

[Flourish. Alarums. 

Either be patient, and entreat me fair, 
Or with the clamorous report of war 
Thus will I drown your exclamations. 

Dut . Art thou my fon ? 

96 Richard III. 

Ric. Ay; I thank God, my father, and yourfelf. 

Dut. Then patiently hear my impatience. 

Ric. Madam, I have a touch of your condition, 
That cannot brook the accent of reproof. 

Dut. O, let me fpeak. 

Ric. Do, then ; but I'll not hear. 

Dut. I will be mild and gentle in my words. 

Ric. And brief, good mother; for I am in hafte. 

Dut. Art thou fo hafty? I have ftay'd for thee, 
God knows, in torment and in agony. 

Ric. And came I not at laft to comfort you ? 

Dut. No, by the holy rood, thou know'ft it well, 
Thou cam'ft on earth to make the earth my hell. 
A grievous burthen was thy birth to me ; 
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; 
Thy fchool-days, frightful, defperate, wild, and furious ; 
Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous; 
Thy age confirm'd, proud, fubtle, fly, and bloody, 
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: 
What comfortable hour canft thou name, 
That ever grac'd me in thy company ? [grace 

Ric . 'Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour e, that call'd your 
To breakfaft once, forth of my company. 
If I be fo difgracious in your fight, 
Let me march on, and not offend you, madam. _ 
Strike up the drum. 

Dut. I pr'ythee, hear me fpeak. 

Ric. You fpeak too bitterly. 

Dut. Hear me a word ; 
For I fhall never fpeak to thee again. 

Ric. So. 

Duf. Either thou wilt die, by God's juft ordinance, 

Richard III. 97 

Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; 
Or I with grief and extream age mall perifli, 
And never look upon thy face again. 
Therefore, take with thee my moft heavy curfe; 
Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more, 
Than all the compleat armour that thou wear'ft! 
My prayers on the adverfe party fight ; 
And there the little fouls of Edward's children 
Whifper the fpirits of thine enemies, 
And promise them fuccefs and vidlory. 
Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end ; 
Shame ferves thy life, and doth thy death attend. 

[Exit Dutchefs. 

Que. Though far more cause, yet much lefs fpirit to 

Abides in me ; I fay amen to her. [going . 

Ric. Stay, madam, I mull fpeak a word with you. 

Que. 1 have no more fons of the royal blood, 
For thee to murther: for my daughters, Richard, 
They (hall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; 
And therefore level not to hit their lives. 

Ric. You have a daughter call'd Elizabatk* 
Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. 

>ue. And mull (he die for this? O, let her live, 
And I'll corrupt her manners, ilain her beauty; 
Slander myfelf, as falfe to Edward's bed ; 
Throw over her the veil of infamy : 
So fhe may live unfcar'd of bleeding flaughter, 
1 will confefs fhe was not Edward's daughter. 

y?;c. Wrong not her birth, (he is a royal princefs, 

Que. To fave her life, I'll fay (he is not fo. 

RJC. Her. life is fafell only in her birth. 

G 3 

9 8 Richard III. 

)ue. And only in that fafety dy'd her brothers. 

Ric. Lo, at their births good ftars were opposite. 

>ue. No, to their lives bad friends were contrary. 

Ric. All unavoided is the doom of deftiny. 

$>ue . True, when avoided grace makes defliny : 
My babes were deftin'd to a fairer death, 
If grace had bleff'd thee with a fairer life. 

Ric. You fpeak, as if that I had flain my cousins. 

$>ue. Cousins, indeed ; and by their uncle cozen'd 
Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. 
Whose hand foever lanc'd their tender hearts, 
Thy head, all indire&ly, gave direction : 
No doubt, the murth'rous knife was dull and bluntj 
'Till it was whetted on thy ftone-hard heart, 
To revel in the entrails of my lambs. 
But that ftill ufe of grief makes wild grief tame, 
My tongue mould to thy ears not name my boys, 
'Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes; 
And I, in fuch a defperate bay of death, 
Like a poor bark, of fails and tackling reft, 
Rufli all to pieces on thy rocky bosom. 

Ric. Madam, fo thrive I in my enterprize 
And dangerous fuccefs of bloody wars, 
As I intend more good to you and yours, 
Than ever you and yours by me were harm'd ! 

<%ue. What good is cover'd with the face of heaven, 
To be difcover'd, that can do me good ? 

Ric. The advancement of your children, gentle lady. 

>ue. Up to feme fcaffold, there to lose their heads, 

Ric. No, to the dignity and height of fortune, 
The high imperial type of this earth's glory. 

>ue. Flatter my forrows with report of it j 

ii Itnch'd 

Richard III. 99 

Tell me, what ftate, what dignity, what honour, 
Canit thou devise to any child of mine? 

Ric. Even all I have; ay, and myfelf and all, 
Will I withal endow a child of thine; 
So in the Lethe of thy angry foul 
Thou drown the fad remembrance of those wrongs, 
Which, thou fupposeft, I have done to thee. 

Que. Be brief, left that the procefs of thy kindnefs 
Laft longer telling than thy kindnefs' date. [ghter. 

Ric . Then know, that, from my foul, I love thy dau- 

>ue. My daughter's mother thinks it with her foul. 

Ric. What do you think ? 

$ue. That thou doit love mydaughter, from thy foul : 
So, from thy foul's love, didft thou love her brothers ; 
And, from my heart's love, [ do thank thee for it. 

Ric, Be not fo hafty to confound my meaning : 
J mean, that with my foul I love thy daughter, 
And do intend to make her queen of England. 

Que. Well then, who doit thou mean mall be her king ? 

RJC. Even he, that makes her queen; Who elfefhould 

%ue. What, thou? [be? 

Ric. Even I : What think you of it, madam? 

%ue. How canft thou woo her? 

Ric. That would I learn of you, 
As one being beft acquainted with her humour. 

$>ue. And wilt thou learn of me ? 

Ric. Madam, with all my heart. 

$>ue. Send to her, by the man that flew her brothers, 
A pair of bleeding hearts ; thereon engrave, 
Edward, and fork; then, haply, will (he weep: 
Therefore present to her, as fometime Margaret 
Did to thy father, fteep'd in Rutland's blood, 


130 Richard III. 

A handkerchief; which, fay to her, did drain 
The purple fap from her fweet brother's body, 
And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. 
Jf this inducement move her not to love, 
Send her a letter of thy noble deeds ; 
Tell her, thou mad'ft away her uncle Clarence, 
Her uncle Rivers ; ay, and, for her fake, 
Mad'ft quick conveyance with her good 

Ric. You mock me, madam; this is not the way 
To win your daughter. 

Que. There is no other way ; 
Unlefs thou couldft put on fome other fhape, 
And not be Richard that hath done all this. 

Ric. Say, that I did all this for love of her ? [thee, 

Qye. Nay, then (indeed) me cannot choose but hate 
Having bought love with fuch a bloody fpoil. 

Ric. Look, what is done cannot be now amended : 
Men fhall deal unadvisedly fometimes, 
Which after-hours give leisure to repent. 
If I did take the kingdom from your fons, 
To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter': 
If I have kill'd the i/fue of your womb, 
To quicken your encreafe, 1 will beget 
Mine iflue of your blood upon your daughter: 
A grandam's name is little lefs in love, 
Than is the doting title of a mother; 
They are as children, but one ftep below, 
Even of your metal, of your very blood; 
Of all one pain, fave for a night of groans 
Endur'd of her, for whom you 'bid like forrow. 
Your children were vexation to your youth, 
But mine mail be a comfort to your age. 

'9 gives 

Richard III. IC 

The lofs, you have, is but a fon being king, 

And, by that lofs, your daughter is made queen. 

I cannot make you what amends I would, 

Therefore accept fuch kindnefs as I can. 

Dorfet your fon, that, with a fearful foul, 

Leads difcontented Heps in foreign foil, 

This fair alliance quickly (hall call home 

To high promotions and great dignity : 

The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, 

Familiarly fhall call thy Dorfet brother ; 

Again fhall you be mother to a king, 

And all the ruins of diltrefTful times 

Repair'd with double riches of content. 

What! we have many goodly days to fee : 

The liquid drops of tears that you have fhed, 

Shall come again, tranfform'd to orient pearl; 

Advantaging their loan, with intereft 

Of ten times double gain of happinefs. 

Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go, 

Make bold her bafhful years with your experience; 

Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale; 

Put in her tender heart the afpiring flame 

Of golden fov'reigoty; acquaint the princefs 

With the fwect filent hours of marriage joys : 

And when this arm of mine hath chatlised 

The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham, 

Bound with triumphant laurels will 1 come, 

And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed ; 

To whom I will retail my conqueft won, 

And fhe fhall be fole vift'refs, Cesar's C*far. 

$>ue. What were I beft to fay ? her father's brother 
Would be her lord ? Or fhall I fay, her uncle ? 

>7 Love, 

lot Richard III. 

Or, he that flew her brothers, and her uncles? 
Under what title (hall I woo for thee, 
That God, the law, my honour, and her love, 
Can make feem pleasing to her tender years ? 

Ric. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. 

$>ue. Which (he fhall purchafe with ftill lafting war. 

Ric. Tell her, the king, thatmay command, entreats. 

>ue. That atherhands.which the king's King forbids. 

Ric. Say, (he (hall be a high and mighty queen. 

>ue. To wail the title, as her mother doth. 

Ric. Say, 1 will love her everlaftingly. 

2>ue. But how long fhall that title, ever, laft ? 

Ric. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. 

Que. But how long fairly (hall her fweet life lad ? 

Ric. As long as heaven, and nature, lengthens it. 

>ue. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. 

Ric. Say, I, her fovereign, am her fubjecl love. 

Que. But (he, your fubjeft, loaths fuch fov'reignty. 

Ric. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. 

>ue. An honeft tale fpeeds bed, being plainly told. 

Ric. Then plainly to her tell my loving tale. 

>ue. Plain, and not honeft, is too har(h a ftyle. 

Ric. Your reasons are too (hallow and too quick. 

Que. O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead ; 
Too deep and dead, poor infants, in your graves. 

Ric. Harp not on that ftring, madam; that is paft. 

>ue. Harp on it ftill fhall I, till heart-firings break. 

Ric . Now, by my george, my garter, and my crown, 
>ue. Prophan'd, difhonour'd, and the third usurp'd. 

Ric. I fwear : 

3>ue. By nothing ; for this is no oath : 
Thy george, prophan'd, hath loft his lordly honour ; 

*5 in their v, Mtt. 

Richard III. 103 

Thy garter, blemifh'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue; 
Thy crown, usurp'd, difgrac'd his kingly glory: 
If fomething thou would'ft fwear to be believ'd, 
Swear then by fomething that thou haft not wrong'd. 

Ric. Now by the world ; 

>ue. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. 

Ric. My father's death ; 

Que. Thy life hath that difhonour'd. 

Ric. Then, by myfelf; 

$ue. Thyfelfisfelf-mif-us'd. 

Ric. Why then, by heaven : 

Que. Heaven's wrong is moil of all. 
If thou hadft fear'd to break an oath by him, 
The unity, the king thy brother made, 
Had not been broken, nor my brother flain : 
If thou hadft fear'd to break an oath by him, 
The imperial metal, circling now thy head, 
Had grac'd the tender temples of my child ; 
And both the princes had been breathing here, 
Which now, too tender bed-fellows for duft, 
Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. 
What canft thou fwear by now i 

Ric. The time to come. 

Que. That thou haft wronged in the time o'er-paft; 
For I myfelf have many tears to warn 
Hereafter time, for time paft, wrong'd by thee. 
The children live, whose parents thou haft flaughter'd, 
Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age ; 
The parents live, whose children thou haft butcher'd, 
Old barren plants, to wail it with their age : 
Swear not by time to come; for that thou haft 
Mif-us'd ere us'd, by times ill-us'd o'er-paft. 

104 Richard III, 

Ric. As I intend to profper, and repent! 
So thrive I in my dangerous attempt 
Of hoiUle arms ! myfelf my felf confound ! 
Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours ! 
Day, yield me not thy light ; nor, night, 'thy reft ! 
Be opposite all planets of good luck 
To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, 
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, 
I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! 
In her connfts my happinefs, and thine; 
Without her, follows to myfelf, and thee, 
Herfelf, the land, and many a chrilHan foul> 
Death, deflation, ruin, and decay-: 
It cannot be avoided, but by this ; 
It will not be avoided, but by this. 
Therefore, dear mother, (I muft call you fo) 
Be the attorney of my love to her : 
Plead what I will be, not what [ have been ; 
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve : 
Urge the necefiity and ftate of times, 
And be not peevifh found in great defigns. 

Que. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus ? 

Ric. Ay, if the devil tempt you to do good. 

Que. Shall I forget myfelf, to be myfelf? 

Ric. Ay, if your felf 's remembrance wrong yourfelf. 

>ue. But thou didft kill my children. 

Ric. But in your daughter's womb I bury them : 
Where, in that neil of fpicery, they mail breed 
Sejves of themfelves, to your recomforture. 

Que. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will ? 

Ric. And be a happy mother by the deed. 

^ite, I go. Write to me very fhortly,. 

Richard III. 105 

And you ftiall underftand from me her mind. 

Ric. Bear her my true love's kifs, [faluting 

and fo farewel ; [Exit Queen. 

Relenting fool, and ihallow, changing woman. 

Enter RATCLIFF; C A T E s B Y following. 
How now ? what news ? 

RAT. Molt mighty fovereign, on the weftern coaft 
Rideth a puiflant navy ; to the more 
Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, 
Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back : 
'Tis thought, that Richmond \s their admiral ; 
And there they hull, expecting but the aid 
Of Buckingham, to welcome them alhore. [folk ; __ 

Ric. Some light foot friend poll to the duke ofNor- 
Ratc/if, thyfelf, _or Catesby, Where is he ? 

CAT. Here, my good lord. 

Ric. Catesby, fly to the duke. 

CAT. I will, my lord, with all convenient hade. 

Ric. Rat cliff, come hither : Poft to Salisbury ; 
When thou com'ft thither, Dull unmindful villain, 
Why ftay'ft thou here, and go'ft not to the duke ? [sure, 

CAT. Firft, mighty liege, tell me your highnefs' plea- 
What from your grace I mall deliver to him. 

Ric. O, true, good Catesby; Bid him levy ftraight 
The greateft ftrength and power he can make, 
And meet me fuddenly at Salisbury. 

CAT. I go. [Exit CAT. 

RAT . What, may it please you, (hall I do at Salisbury? 

Ric. Why, what wouldft thou do there, before I go ? 

RAT. Your highnefs told me, I mould poft before. 
Enter STANLEY. [y u 

Ric. My mind is chang'd. .Stanley, what news with 

J9 Ricb. Catefby come 

io6 Richard III. 

SYx. None good, my liege, to please you with the 
Nor none fo bad, but well may be reported, [hearing; 

RJC. Heyday, a riddle; neither good, nor bad! 
What need'ft thou run fo many miles about, 
When thou may'it tell thy tale the neareft way? 
Once more, what news ? 

STA. Richmond is on the feas. 

Ric. There let him fink, and be die feas on him ! 
White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there ? 

STA. 1 know not, mighty fovereign, but by guefs. 

Ric. Well, as you guefs ? 

STJ. Stir'd up by Dor/et, Buckingham, and Morton, 
He makes for England, here to claim the crown. 

Ric. Is the chair empty? is the fword unfway'd? 
Ts the king dead ? the empire unpossefTd ? 
What heir of Tork is there alive, but we ? 
And who is England's king, but great York's heir? 
Then, tell me, what makes he upon the feas ? 

STA. Unlefs for that, my liege, I cannot guefs. 

Ric. Unlefs for that he comes to be your liege, 
You cannot guefs wherefore the Weljbman comes. 
Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear. 

SfA. No, mighty liege ; therefore miftruft me not. 

Ric. Where is thy power then, to beat him back? 
Where be thy tenants, and thy followers ? 
Are they not now upon the weftern more, 
Safe-conduling the rebels from their mips ? 

STA. No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. 

Ric. Cold friends to me : What do they in the north, 
When they ihould ferve their fovereign in the weft ? 

STA. They have not been commanded, mighty king: 
Pleaseth your majefty to give me leave, 

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I'll mufter up my friends ; and meet your grace, 
Where, and what time, your majefty (hall please. 

Ric. Ay, ay, thou wouldft be gone, to- join with 

I will not truft you, fir. 

STJ. Moft mighty fovereign, 
You have no cause to hold my friendfhip doubtful ; 
I never was, nor never will be, falfe. [behind 

Ric. Well, go, mufter thymen. But, hear you, leave 
Your fon, George Stanley : look your heart be firm, 
Or elfe his head's aflurance is but frail. 

STA. So deal with him, as I prove true to you. [Exit. 
Enter a Meflenger. 

Me/. My gracious fovereign, now in Devonjbire, 
As I by friends am well advertised, 
Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, 
Bifhop of Exeter, his elder brother, 
With many more confederates, are in arms. 
Enter another Meflenger. 

2. M. In Kent, my liege, the Guilfords are in arms ; 
And every hour more competitors 

Flock to the rebels, and their power grows ftrong. 
Enter another Meflenger. 

3. Af. My lord, the army of great Buckingham" 
Ric. Out on ye, owls ! nothing but fongs of death ! 

There, take thou "["that, till thou bring better news. 

\_ftriking him. 

3. A/. The news I have to tell your majefty, 
Is, that, by fudden floods and fall of waters, 
Buckingham's army is difperf 'd and fcatter'd ; 
And he himfelf wander'd away alone, 
No man knows whither. 

log Richard HI. 

Ric. O, I cry you mercy: 
There is^ my purfe, to cure that blow of thine. 
Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd 
Reward to him that brings the traitor in ? 

3. M. Such proclamation hath been made, my lord. 

Enter another MefTenger. 

4. M. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquifs Dorftt, 
'Tis faid, my liege, in Torkjhire are in arms. 

But this good comfort bring I to your highnefs, 

The Breton navy is difperf'd by tempeft : 

Richmond, in Dorfetjbire, fent out a boat 

Unto the more, to afk those on the banks, 

If they were his afiiftants, yea, or no ; 

Who anfwer'd him, they came from Buckingham 

Upon his party : he, miftrufting them, 

Hoif 'd fail, and made his courfe again for Bretagne, 

Ric. March on, march on, fince we are up in arms j 
If not to fight with foreign enemies, 
Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. 
Enter GATES BY. 

C*r. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is taken, 
That is the beft news ; That the earl of Richmond 
Is with a mighty power landed at Mi/ford, 
Is colder news, but yet it muft be told. 

Ric. Away towards Salisbury ; while we reason here, 

A royal battle might be won and loft : 

Some one take order, Buckingham be brought 

To Salisbury; the reft march on with me. [Exeunt. 

SCENE V. Tbt/ame. J Room in Lord Stanley 'sHoufe. 

STJ. Sir Chrifiopber, tell Richmond this from me : 

=4 yet they muft 

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That, in the fty of this molt bloody boar 1 , 
My fon George Stanley is frank'd up in hold ; 
If I revolt, off goes young George's head; 
The fear of that withholds my present aid. 
But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now ? 

VRS. At Pembroke, or at Harford-tveft, in Walet* 

S?A. What men of name resort to him ? 

URS. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned foldierj 
Sir Gilbert Talbot, anU fir William Stanley, 
Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, fir James Blunt, 
And ''rice ap Thomas, with a raliant crew ; 
And many other of great fame and worth : 
And towards London do they bend their courfe, 
If by the way they be not fought withal. 

STA. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him J 
Tell him, the queen hath heartily confented 
He (hall efpouse Elizabeth her daughter. 
Those"]" letters will resolve him of my mind. 
Farewel. [Exeunt, federally. 


SCENE I. Salisbury. An open Place. 

Enter BUCKINGHAM, to Execution j Sheriff, 

and Guard, <witb him. 

Euc. Will not king Richard let me fpeak with him ? 

She. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. 

Euc. Hajlings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grey, 
Holy king Henry, and thy fair fon Edward, 
faughan, and all that have mifcarried 
By underhand corrupted foul injuftice; 

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If that yonr moody difcontented fouls 
Do through the clouds behold this present hoar, 
Even for revenge mock my deftrudion ! 
This is M-fouli day, fellows, is it not ? 

She. Jt is, my lord. 

Sue. Why, then^/A/W/ day is my body's dooms-day. 
This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, 
I wifli'd might fall on me, when I was found 
Falfe to his children, or his wife's allies : 
This is the day, wherein I wifli'd to fall 
By the falfe faith of him whom moft I trufted ; 
This, this All-fonti day to my fearful foul, 
Is the determin'd refpit of my wrongs : 
That high All-feer whom I dally'd with, 
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head, 
And given in earn^ft what I beg'd in jeft. 
Thus doth he force the fwords of wicked men 
To turn their own points on their matters' bosoms : 
Thus Margaret's curfe falls heavy on my neck, 
When he, quoth fhe, Jhall jplit thy heart with forrcne, 
Remember Margaret nuas a prophete/s. _ 
Come, firs, convey me to the block of fhame; 
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame. 

[Exit, guarded. 

SCENE II. /!>/</, war Tamworth. 
Enter, 'with Drum and Colours, HENR Y.Etfr/o/ r Richmond, 
and Forces, marching ; Earl of 'Ox FORD, Sir] ames BLUNT, 

Sir Walter HERBERT, and Others, about him. 
HEN. Fellows in arms, and my moft loving friends, 
Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny, 
Thus far into the bowels of the land 

H which I 

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Have we march'd on without impediment ; 

And here receive we from our father Stanley 

Lines of fair comfort and encouragement. 

The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, 

That fpoils your fummer fields, and fruitful vines, 

Swills your warm blood like wafli, and makes his trough 

In your embowel'd bosoms, this foul fwine 

Lies now even in the center of this isle, 

Near to the town of Leicefter, as we learn : 

From TamiMorth thither, is but one day's march : 

In God's name, chearly on, courageous friends, 

To reap the harveft of perpetual peace 

By this one bloody trial of fharp war. 

OXF . Every man's confcience is a thousand fwords, 
To fight againft that bloody homicide. 

HER. I doubt not, but his friends will turn to us. 

BL u. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear; 
Which, in his deareft need, will fly from him. 

HEN. All forourvantage.Then.inGod'sname.march: 
True hope is fwift, and flies with fwallow's wings ; 
Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures kings. 

[Exeunt, marching. 

S CENE III. A Field by Bosworth. 
Drums. Enter King RICHARD, and Forces ; Duke 

^NORFOLK, Earl ^SURREY, and Others. 
Ric. Here pitch our tent, \tofonu Officers.] even here 

in Bowortb field. _ 
My lord of Surrey, why look you fo fad ? 

SUR. My heart is ten times lighter than my look*. 
7?/c. My lord of Norfolk, 
NOR. Here, mofl gracious liege. 

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NOR. We muft both give and take, my loving lord. 

Ric. Up with my tent : [Tent Jet up.] Here will I 

lye to-night ; 

But where, to-morrow? Well, all's one for that. 
Who hath defcry'd the number of the traitors ? 

NOR. Six or feven thousand is their utmoft power. 

Ric. Why, our battalion trebles that account : 
Befides, the king's name is a tower of flrength, 
Which they upon the adverfe faftion want. __ 
Up with the tent. Come, noble gentlemen, 
Let us furvey the vantage of the ground ; _ 
Call for fome men of found direction : _ 
Let's lack no difcipline, make no delay; 
For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. [Exeunt. 

Drums. Enter ; on the other Side of the Field, 
Soldiers o/"Richmond'j Army, and Jet up his Tent : 

Then, Enter HENRY, BLUNT, Oxford, Herbert, 
Sir William Brandon, and Others. 

HEN. The weary fun hath made a golden fet, 
And, by the bright track of his fiery car, 
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow. _ 
Sir William Brandon, you fhall bear my flandard. _ 
Give me fome ink and paper in my tent; _ 
I'll draw the form and model of our battle, 
Limit each leader to his feveral charge, 
And part in juft proportion our fmall power. _ 
My lord of Oxford, you, fir William BranJon, _ 
And you, fir Walter Herbert, flay with me : _ 
The earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment; _ 
Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him, 
And by the fecond hour in the morning 

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Desire the earl to fee me in my tent : ~~* 

Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; 

Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? 

BLU. Unlefs I have mifta'en his colours much, 
(Which, well I am aflur'd, I have not done) 
His regiment lies half a mile at lead 
South from the mighty power of the king. 

HEN. If without peril it be poffible, 
Sweet Blunt, make fome good means to fpeak with him, 
And give him from me this moil needful ^ note. 

BLU. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; 
And fo, God give you quiet reft to-night! 

HE:I. Good night, good captain Blunt. [Exit BLU. 

Come, gentlemen, 

Let us confult upon to-morrow's businefs; 
In to my tent, the air is raw and cold. [Exeunt, 

Enter, to his Tent, King RICHARD, NORFOLK, 

Ric. What is't o'clock ? 

CAT. It's fupper-time,, my lord; 
It's nine o'clock. 

Ric. I will not fup to-nighfc 
What, is my beaver easier than it was ? 
And all my armour lay'd into my tent ? 

CAT. It is, my liege ; and all things are in readinefs. 

Ric. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge, atoa?; 
Use careful watch, choose trulty centinels. 

NOR. I go, my lord. 

Ric. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk. 

WOK. 1 warrant you, my lord. [Exit NOR. 

Ric. Rat cliff, 

RAT. My lord? 

114- Richard III. 

Ric. Send out a purfuivant at arms 
To Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his power 
Before fun-rising, left his fon George fall 
Into the blind cave of eternal night. 
FU1 me a bowl of wine : [to Cat.] Give me a watch : 
Saddle white Surrey for the field to- morrow : 
Look that my ftaves be found, and not too heavy. _ 

RAT. My lord? 

Ric. Saw'ftthou the melancholy lord Northumberland? 

RAT. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himfelf, 
Much about cock-fhut time, from troop to troop 
Went through the army, cheering up the foldiers. 

Ric. I am fatiffy'd. Give me a bowl of wine : 
J have not that alacrity of fpirit, 
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. 

\Wine brought. 
So, fet it down. Is ink and paper ready ? 

RAT. It is, my lord. 

Ric. Bid my guard watch, and leave me. 
About the mid of night, come to my tent 
And help to arm me, Ratcltf. Leave me, I fay. 

[Exeunt RAT. and CA T . 

Richmond'/ Tent opens \ difcovering him, and his 
Friends, conferring : to them, STANLEY. 

SfA. Fortune and victory fit on thy helm! 

HEN. All comfort that the dark night can afford 
Be to thy perfon, noble father-in-law! 
Tell me, how fares it toit|> our loving mother ? 

S-TA. I, by attorney, blefs thee from thy mother, 
Who prays continually for Richmond's good : 
So much for that. The filent hours fteal on, 

T. JVto, 

Richard III. 115 

And flaky darknefs breaks within the eaft. 
In brief, for fo the feason bids us be, 
Prepare thy battle early in the morning ; 
And put thy fortune to the arbitrament 
Of bloody ftrokes, and mortal-fearing war. 
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot) 
With beft advantage will deceive the time, 
And aid thee in this doubtful mock of arms: 
But on thy fide I may not be too forward, 
Left, being feen, thy tender brother George 
Be executed in his father's fight. 
Farewel : the leisure and the fearful time 
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, 
And ample enterchange of fweet difcourfe, 
Which fo long fundred friends mould dwell upon ; 
God give us leisure for these rites of love! 
Once more, adieu : Be valiant, and fpeed well ! 

HEN. Good lords, condudl him to his regiment : 
I'll llrive, with troubl'd thoughts, to take a nap ; 
Left leaden {lumber peize me down to-morrow, 
When I mould mount with wings of victory: 
Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen. 

[Exeunt Lor Js, Sec. with STAULEY. 
O thou, whose captain I account myfelf, 

[going tmuardt a Couch, and kneeling* 
Look on my forces with a gracious eye ; 
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, 
That they may crufh down with a heavy fall 
The usurping helmets of our adverfaries ; 
Make us thy minifters of chaftisement, 
That we may praise thee in the victory! 
To thee I do commend my watchful foul, 

5 mortal! ftaiing 

H 4 

ii6 Richard IU, 

Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; 
Sleeping, and waking, o defend me ftill ! 

[throws bimfelf upon the Couch, andfuefri. 
Lightning, and bolloiv Sounds. Suddenly, 
is/ten rising, between the Tents, the Ghoji of Prince 

Edward, Son to Henry tbefextb. 
EDW. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow! 

[to Richard, fitting ajleep in his Chair. 
Think, how thou ftab'dft me in my prime of youth 
At Teiuksbury ; Defpair therefore, and die ! _ 

Be chearful, Richmond; for the wronged fouls 
Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: 
King Henrys iflue, Richmond, comforts thee. 

Ghoji of Henry thejixth rises. 
Hf.n. When 1 was mortal, my anointed body 
By thee was punched full of Dealilg holes : 
Think on the tower, and me; Defpair, and die; 
Henry the fixth bids thee defpair and die ! _ 

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! 
Harry, th^t prophefy'd thou fhould'ft be king, 
Doth comfort thee in deep ; Live t|)OU, and flourifh! 

Ghoji of Clarence rises. 

CLA. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow; 
I, that was wafh'd to death with fulfom wine, 
Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death ! 
To-morrow in the battle think on me, 
And fall thy edgelefs fword ; Defpair, and die ! _ 

Thou off-fpring of the houfe of lancajier, 
The wronged heirs of Tork do pray for thee ; 
Good angels guard thy battle! live, and flourifh? 
Ghojts of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan, rise. 
Riv. Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow, 

9 ftab'ft 

Richard III. 117 

Rivers, that dy'd at Pomfret ! Defpair, and die ! ' 

GRE. Think upon Grey, and let thy foul defpair! 

VAV. Think upon Vaughan ; and, with guilty fear, 
Let fall thy Iwrtlcfo lance, defpair, and die ! _ 

all. Awake ; and think, our wrongs in Richard's 


Will conquer him ; awake, and win th,e day ! 
Ghofl o/'Haftings rises. 

HAS. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake; 
And in a bloody battle end thy days ! 
Think on lord Ha/lings; arrtJ defpair, and die ! 

Quiet untroubl'd foul, awake, awake ; 
Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's fake ! 
Gbojis of the t^wo young Princes rise. 

Pri. Dream on thy cousins fmother'd in the tower; 
Let us be lay'd within thy bosom, Richard, 
And weigh thee down to ruin, fhame, and death! 
Thy nephews' fouls bid thee defpair and die 

Sleep, Richmond, fleep in peace, and wake in joy; 
Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy 1 
Live, and beget a happy race of kings ! 
Edward's unhappy fons do bid thee flourifh. 
Ghojt of Lady Anne rises. 

ANN . Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, 
That never flept a quiet hour with thee, 
Now fills thy fleep with perturbations : 
To-morrow in the battle think on me, 
And fall thy edgelefs fword ; Defpair, and die ! 

Thou quiet foul, fleep thou a quiet fleep; 
Dream of fuccefs and happy viftory; 
Thy adverfary's wife doth pray for thee. 

Ghpjl ^Buckingham rises. t 

n8 Richard m. 

Sue. The firft was T, that help'd thee to the crown ; 
The laft was I, that felt thy tyranny : 
O, in the battle think on Buckingham, 
And die in terror of thy guiltinefs ! 
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death ; 
Fainting, defpair; defpairing, yield thy breath !_ 

I dy'd forfook, ere I could lend thee aid : 
Bat cheer thy heart, and be thou not difmay'd: 
God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's fide; 
And Richard falls in height of all his pride. 

[Lightning ; and the Gbofts iiani/b. 

Ric. Give me anotherhorfe, bind up my wounds, 

[parting 'wildly out ofhii Sleep. 
Have mere y t jej*. f Soft; I did but dream. 

coward confcience, how doft thou afflidl me ! _ 
The lights burn blue. Is it not dead midnight? 
Cold fearful drops ftand on my trembling flefli. 
What do I fear? myfelf? there's none elfe by: 
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. 

Is there a murtherer here ? No ; Yes, I am : 

Then fly, What, from myfelf? Great reason : Why ? 

Left I revenge. Myfelf upon myfelf? 

1 love myfelf. Wherefore ? for any good, 
That I myfelf have done unto myfelf? 
O, no : alas, I rather hate myfelf, 

For hateful deeds committed by myfelf. 

I am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not. 

Fool, of thyfelf fpeak well : Fool, do not flatter. 

My confcience hath a thousand feveral tongue*, 

And every tongue brings in a feveral tale, 

And every tale condemns me for a villain : 

Perjury, perjury, in the bigheft degree; 

7 for hope ere * 6 It is " v. Kotu 

Richard III. 119 

Murther, ftern murther, in the dir'ft degree; 
All feveral fins, all us'd in each degree, 
Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! 
I fhall defpair. There is no creature loves me ; 
And, if I die, no foul (hall pity me : 
Nay, wherefore mould they ? fince that I myfelf 
Find in myfelf no pity to myfelf. 
Methought, the fouls of all that I have murther'd 
Came to my tent; and every one did threat 
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. 

RAT. My lord, 

Ric. 'Zouns, who is there ? \flarting. 

RAT. My lord, 'tis I : The early village cock 
Hath twice done falutation to the morn ; ' 
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. 

Ric. O, Rate/if, I have dream'd a fearful dream ! 
What thinkeft thou ? will our friends prove all true ? 

RAT. No doubt, my lord. 

Ric. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear. 

RAT. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of madowi. 

Ric. By the apoftle Paul, fhadows to-night 
Have ftrook more terror to the foul of Richard, 
Than can the fubftance of ten thousand foldiers, 
Armed in proof, and led by mallow Richmond. 
It is not yet near day. Come, go with me 
Under our tents ; I'll play the eaves -dropper, 
To hear if any mean to ftirink from me. [Extunj. 
Richmond 'wakes. Enter OXFORD, and 
Others, to him. 

OXF. Good morrow, Richmond. 

JJfN. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful gentlemen, 

10 O Ratclife 

izo Richard III. 

That you have ta'en a tardy fluggard here. 

OXF. How have you flept, my lord ? 

Hstf. The fweeteft fleep, and faireft-boding dreams 
That ever enter'd in a drowzy head, 
Have I fince your departure had, my lords. 
Methought, their fouls, whose bodies Richard murther'd, 
Came to my tent, and cry'd on vidlory : 
I promise you, my heart is very jocund 
In the remembrance of fo fair a dream. 
How far into the morning is it, lords ? 

i. L. Upon the ftroke of four. 

HEN. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direction. 
[arms, and comes forth. 
More than I have faid, loving countrymen, 

[to hu Trsops ; ^ucbo noiv gather about the Tent*. 
The leisure and enforcement of the time 
Forbids to dwell upon : Yet remember this, 
God, and our good cause, fight upon our fide ; 
The prayers of holy faints, and wronged fouls, 
Like high-rear'd bulwarks, ftand before our faces.; 
Richard except, those, whom we fight againft, 
Had rather have us win, than him they follow. 
For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen, 
A bloody tyrant, and a homicide ; 
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood eftablifh'd; 
One that made means to come by what he hath, 
And flaughter'd those that were the means to help him; 
A bafe foul ftone, made precious by the foil 
Of England's chair, where he is falfely fet j 
One that hath ever been God's enemy : 
Then, if you fight againft God's enemy, 
God will, in julHce, ward you as his foldiecs,; 


Richard III. 121 

If you do fweat to put a tyrant down, 
You fleep in peace, the tyrant being flain; 
]f you do fight againft your country's foes, 
Your country's fat (hall pay your pains the hire; 
If you do fight in fafe-guard of your wives, 
Your wives fhall welcome home the conquerors ; 
If you do free your children from the fword, 
Your children's children quit it in your age. 
Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, 
Advance your ftandards, draw your willing fwords : 
For me, the ranfom of my bold attempt 
Shall be this cold corpfe on the earth's cold face; 
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt 
The leaft of you (hall (hare his part thereof. 
Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly, chearfully ; 
God, and faint George.' Richmond, and victory ! 

[Shouts, Sec. and Exeunt. 
Re-enter RICH AID, and R A T c L i F F ; Attendants, 

and Forces, tuith them. [mond? 

Ric. What faid Northumberland, as touching Rich- 

RAT. That he was never trained up in arms. 

Ric. He faid the truth : And what faid Surrey then ? 

RAT, He fmil'd and faid, the better for our purpose. 

Ric. He was i'the right ; and fo, indeed, it is. 

(Clock Jlriktt. 

Tell the clock there. Give me a kalendar.__ 
Who faw the fun to-day ? 

RAT. Not I, my lord. 

Ric. Then he difdains to mine ; for, by the book, 
He mould have brav'd the eaft an hour ago : 
A black day will it be to fomebody. _ 

8 quits >5 boldly, and cheer 

\zi Richard III. 

RAT. My lord ? 

Ric. The fun will not be feen to-day; 
The fky doth frown, and lour upon our army. 
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. 
Not fhine to-day ! Why, what is that to me, 
More than to Richmond? for the felf-fame heaven, 
That frowns on me, looks fadly upon him. 

Enter NORFOLK, and Others, ha/lily. 

NOR. Arm, arm, my lord ; the foe vaunts in the field. 

Ric. Come, buftle, buftle ; _ Caparifon my horfe; _ 
Call up lord Stanley, bid him bring his power : _ 
I will lead forth my foldiers to the plain, 
And thus my battle (hall be ordered. 
My foreward fhall be drawn out all in length, 
Confifting equally of horfe and foot ; 
Our archers fhall be placed in the midft : 
"John duke of Norfolk, Thomas earl of Surrey, 
Shall have the leading of this foot and horfe. 
They thus directed, we ourfelf will follow 
In the main battle; which, on either fide, 
Shall be well winged with our chiefeft horfe. [ftt? 
This,andfaintG>rg*to boot, What think'ft thou, Nor- 

KOR. A good direction, warlike fovereign. 
This ^ paper found I on my tent this morning. 

Ric. Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold; \reads. 

Far Dickon thy majltr is bought and fold. 
A thing devised by the enemy. [throws it awaj. 
Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge : 
Let not our babbling dreams affright our fouls; 
For confcience is a word that cowards use, 
Devis'd at firft to keep the ftrong in awe ; 
Our ftrong arms be our confcience, fwords our law. 

2S whofe puiffancc on *S v. Note, 

Richard III. 


March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell ,- 
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell._ 
What ihall I fay more than I have infer'd ? 

[turning t his Troops* 

Remember whom you are to cope withal ; 
A fort of vagabonds, rafcals, runaways ; 
A fcum of Bretons, and bafe lackey peasants, 
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth 
To defperate 'ventures and affur'd deltruclion : 
You fleeping fafe, they bring you to unreft ; 
You having lands, and bleft with beauteous wives, 
They would diftrain the one, diftain the other. 
And who doth lead them, but a paltry fellow, 
Long kept in Bretagne at our brother's colt? 
A milk -fop, one that never in his life 
Felt fo much cold as over fhoes in mow ? 
Let's whip these ftraglers o'er the feas again ; 
La(h hence these over-weaning rags of France, 
These famifh'd beggars, weary of their lives ; 
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit, 
For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themfelves : 
If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us, 
And not these baftard Bretons ; whom our fathers 
Have in their own land beaten, bob'd, and thump'd, 
And, on record, left them the heirs of fhame. 
Shall these enjoy our lands ? lye with our wives ? 
Ravim our daughters . ? Hark, 1 hear their drum. 

[Drum afar sf. 

Fight, gentlemen of England ! fight, bold yeomen ! 
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head ! 
Spur your proud horfes hard, and ride in blood ; 
Amaze the welkin with your broken Haves !_ 

9 adventures >t reft rain '4 our mothers -9 boldly 

I 4, Richard III. 

Enter a Meflenger. 
What fays lord Stanley? will he bring his powef ? 

Mef. My lord, he doth deny to come to potu 

Ric. Offinflantlp with his fon Georgis head. 

NOR. My lord, the enemy is paft the marflij 
After the battle let George Stanley die. 

Ric. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom : 
Advance our ftandards, fet upon our foes ; 
Our ancient word of courage, fair faint George, 
Infpire us with the fpleen of fiery dragons ! 
Upon them ! Viftory fits on our helms. 

[Drums, and Exeunt. 

SCE NE IV. Another Part of the field. 
Alarums, as of a Battle join* d. Excurjtons. Enter Norfolk, 

and Forces, fighting ; to him, C A T E s B Y . 
Or. Refcue, my lord of Norfolk, refcue, refcue! 
The king enafts more wonders than a man, 
Daring, and opposite to every danger; 
His horfe is flain, and all on foot he fights, 
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death : 
Refcue, fair lord, or elfe the day is loft ! 


Ric. A horfe! a horfe! my kingdom for a horfe! 
CAT. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horfe. 
Ric. Slave, I have fet my life upon a caft, 
And I will ftand the hazard of the dye : 
I think, there be fix Richmonds in the field ; 
Five have I flain to-day, inftead of him : _ 
A horfe ! a horfe ! my kingdom for a horfe ! 

[Exeunt, fgbting. 
Other long Alarums : afterwards, a Retreat. 

Richard III. 


Stouts', and Enter Richmond vifiorictts, 

bis Sword bloody, STANLEY, luitb Richard'* Crvwn tit 

his Hand; other Lords, and Forces. 

HEN. God,andyourarms,beprais'd,vi6toriousfrieudsj 
The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. 

SfA. Courageous.&'oJwctfrf', well halt thouacquitthee! 
Lo, here, this long-usurped royalty 
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch 
Have I pluck'd off, to grace thy brows withal; 
Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. 

[fets it upon his Head. Shouts. 

HEN. Great God of heaven, fay amen to all ! __ 
But, tell me, is your fon George Stanley living ? 

Srj. He is, my lord, and fafe in Leicejier town ; 
Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. 

HEN. What men of name are flain on either fide? 

STA. John duke of Norfolk, Walter lord Ferrers, 
iir Robert Brakenbury, and fir William Brandon. 

[reading out of a Note. 

HEN. Interr their bodies as becomes their births. 
Proclaim a pardon to the foldiers fled, 
That in fubmiffion will return to us ; 
And then, as we have ta'en the facrament, 
We will unite the white rose and the red : _ 
Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, 
That long hath frown'd upon their enmity !_ 
What traitor hears me, and fays not amen ? 
England 'hath long been mad, and fcarr'd herfelf; 
The brother blindly fhed the brother's blood, 
The father madly flaughter'd his own fon, 
The fon compell'd been butcher to the fire : 
Ail this divided York and Lancajler 

7 royalties ' 3 young Grcrg* become 

VOL. VII. 1 

1 2 6 Richard III. 

Divided, in their dire division 

O, now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, 

The true fucceeders of each royal houfe, 

By God's fair ordinance conjoin together ! 

And let their heirs (God, if thy will be fo) 

Enrich the time to come with fmooth-fac'd peace. 

With fmiling plenty, and fair profperous days ! 

,Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, 

That would reduce these bloody days again, 

And make poor England weep in ftreams of blood \ 

Let them not live to tafte this land's encreafe, 

That would with treason wound this fair land's peace ! 

Now civil wounds are ftop'd, peace lives again ; 

That me may long live here, God fay Amen ! 

Flcurijh. Exeunt. 



T come no more to make you laugh ; things now, 
That bear a weighty and a ferious brow, 
Sad, high, and working, full or" Itate and woe, 
Such noble fcenes as draw the eye to flow 
We now present. Those, that can pity, here 
May, if they think it well, let fall a tear; 
The fubjedt will deserve it : Such, as give 
Their money out of hope they may believe, 
May here find truth too : Those, that come to fee 
Only a (how or two, and fo agree, 
The play may pafs; if they be (till, and willing, 
I'll undertake, may fee away their milling 
Richly in two fhort hours : Only they, 
That come to hear a merry, bawdy play, 
A noise of targets ; or to fee a fellow 
In a long motley coat, garded with yellow, 
Will be deceiv'd : for, gentle hearers, know, 
To rank our chosen truth with fuch a fhow 
As fool and fight is, (befide forfeiting 
Our own brains ; and the opinion, that we bring, 
To make that only true we now intend) 
Will leave us never an underftanding friend. 
Therefore, for goodnefs' fake, and as you are known 
The firft and happieft hearers of the town, 
Be fad, as we would make ye : Think, ye fee 
The very perfons of our hiltory, 
As they were living ; think, you fee them great, 
And follow'd with the general throng, and fweat 
Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, fee 
How foon this mightinefs meets misery : 
And, if you can be merry then, I'll fay, 
A man may weep upon his wedding day. 

26 ear N'.Uc Story 

Perfons represented. 

King Henry the eighth. 

Cardinal Wolfey. Cardinal Campeius. 

Capucius, EmbaJ/ador from the Emperor. 

Cranmer, Archbijbop c/"Canterbury. 

tor d Chancellor. Lord Chamberlain. Duke of Suffolk. 

Duke of Norfolk. Duke of Buckingham. Earl of Surrey. 

Lord Abergavenny. Lord Sands. Bi/bop ^Lincoln. 

Sir Thomas Lovel. Sir Henry Guilford. 

Sir Nicholas Vaux. Sir Antony Denny. [chefter. 

Gardiner, King's Secretary ; afterwards, Bijhop of Win- 

Cromwel, Servant to Wolfey ; afterwards, King's Secre- 

Brandon, and a Serjeant at Arms. Dofior Butts, [tary, &c. 

Griffith, gentleman-Ujber to Queen Catharine. 

Secretary to Wolfey : Attendant upon the fame. 

Gentleman of the King's. Gentleman of the Queen's. 

three other Gentlemen. Garter, King at Arms. 

Duke of Buckingham'/ Surveyor. 

it Scribe, a, Cryer. Page to Gardiner. 

Porter, and his Man. Keeper of the Council-Chamber. 

Catharine, Wife to Henry ; afterwards, divorced : 
Anne Bullen, her Maid of Honour ; afterwards, Qyeen, 
an old Lady, Friend to Anne Bullen. 
Patience, Woman to Queen Catharine. 

Several Lords, Ladies, &c. in tht dumb Shews. 

Women attending Catharine; Spirits appearing to her* 

Guards, and other Attendants. 

Scene, London ; once, at Kimbolton. 



SCENE I. London. Anti-room in the Palace. 

Enter the Duke of N o R F o L K , at o ne Door ; at the other t 

the Duke ^BUCKINGHAM, and the Lord 



Sue. Good morrow, and well met. How have you 
Since laft we faw in France? 
NOR. I thank your grace : 
Healthful; and, ever fmce, a frefh admirer 
Of what I faw there. 

uc. An untimely ague 
Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when 
Those fons of glory, those two lights of men, 
Met in the vale of Arde. 

NOR . 'Twixt Guynes and Arde : 
I was then present, faw them falute on horfe-back; 
Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung 
In their embracement, as they grew together; 
Which had they.what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd 
Such a compounded one ? 
Sue. All the whole time 

4 Henry VIII. 

I was my chamber's prisoner. 

NOR. Then you loft 

The view of earthly glory: Men might fay, 
*Till this time, pomp was fingle ; but now marry'd. 
To one above itfelf. Each following day 
Became the laft day's matter, 'till the next 
Made former wonders it's : To-day, the French, 
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods, 
Shone down the Englijh ; and, to-morrow, they 
Made Britain India: every man, that flood, 
Shew'd like a mine; their dwarfifli pages were 
As cherubins, all gilt : the madams too, 
Not us'd to toil, did almoft fweat to bear 
The pride upon them, that their very labour 
Was to them as a painting : now this mafic 
Was cry'd incomparable ; and the enfuing night 
Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings, 
Equal in luftre, were now beft, now worft, 
As presence did present them ; him in eye, 
Still him in praise : and, being present both, 
'Twas faid, they faw but one ; and no discerner 
Durft wag his tongue in cenfure : When these funs 
(For fo they phrase 'em) by their heralds challeng'd 
The noble fpirits to arms, they did perform 
Beyond thought's compafs ; that former fabulous (lory, 
Being now feen poflible enough, got credit, 
That evis was believ'd. 

Buc. O, you go far. 

NOR. As I belong to worfhip, and affect 
In honour honefty, the traft of every thing 
Would by a good difcourfer lose fome life, 
Which a&ion's felf was tongue to. All was royal ; 

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Henry VIII. 

To the difposing of it nought rebell'd, 
Order gave each thing view ; the office did 
Diftin&ly his full function. 

Sue. Who did guide, 
I mean, who fet the body and the limbs 
Of this great fport together, as you guefs? 

NOR. One, certes, that promises no element 
In fuch a businefs. 

Sue. I pray you, who, my lord ? 

NOR. All this was order'd by the good difcretion 
Of the right reverend cardinal of York. 

Buc. The devil fpeed him ! no man's pye is free'd 
From his ambitious finger. What had he 
To do in these fierce vanities ? 1 wonder, 
That fuch a ketch can with his very bulk 
Take up the rays o'the beneficial fun, 
And keep it from the earth. 

NOR. get, furely, fir, 

There's in him fluff that puts him to these ends : 
For, being not propt by anceftry, (whose grace 
Chalks fucceflbrs their way) nor call'd upon 
For high feats done to the crown, neither ally'd 
To eminent affillants, but, fpider-like, 
Out of his felf-drawn web, he gives us note, 
The force of his own merit makes his way ; 
A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys 
A place next to the king. 

ABE. I cannot tell 

What heaven hath given him, let fome graver eye 
Pierce into that; but I can fee his pride 
Peep through each part of him: Whence has he that? 
ff no; from hell, the devil is a niggard ; 

14 Web. O gives 

6 Henry VIII. 

Or has given all before, and he begins 
A new hell in himfelf. 

Buc. 9ntl why the devil, 

Upon this French going-out, took he upon him, 
Without the privity o'the king, to appoint 
Who mould attend on him ? He makes up the file 
Of all the gentry ; for the moft part fuch 
Too, whom as great a charge as little honour 
He meant to lay upon : and his own letter, 
The honourable board of council out, 
Muft fetch him in he papers. 

j4sK. i do know 

Kinsmen of mine, three at the lead, that have 
By this fo ficken'd their eftates, that never 
They (hall abound as formerly. 

Buc. O, many 

Have broke their backs with laying manors on them 
For this great journey. What did this vanity, 
But minilter communication of 
A molt poor iflue ? 

NOR. Grievingly I think, 
The peace between the French and us not values 
The coft that did conclude it. 

Buc. Every man, 

After the hideous ftorm that follow'd, was 
A thing infpir'd ; and, not confulting, broke 
Jnto a general prophecy, That this temped, 
P-ilhing the garment of this peace, aboaded 
The fudden breach on't. 

NOR. Which is budded out ; 

For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd 
Our merchants' goods at Bourdeanx. 

8 To whom 

Henry VIII. 7 

jfnE. Ts it therefore 
The ambaflador is filenc'd ? 
NOR. Marry, is't. 

ABZ. A proper title of a peace and purckaf 'd 
At a fuperfluous rate! 

Buc. Why, all this businefs 
Our reverend cardinal carry'd. 

NOR . Like it your grace, 
The ftate takes notice of the private difference 
Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you, 
(And take it from a heart that wifhes towards you 
Honour and plenteous fafety) that you read 
The cardinal's malice and his potency 
Together: to confider further, that 
What his high hatred would effeft wants not 
A minifter in his power: You know his nature, 
That he's revengeful; and I know, his fword 
Hath a fliarp edge : it's long, and.'t may be faid, 
It reaches far ; and where 'twill not extend, 
Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counfel, 
You'll find it vvholefome. Lo, where comes that rock, 
That I advise your manning. 

Enter Cardinal Wo L s E v , 

(the Purje born before him) certain of the 

Guard, and two Secretaries with Papers. 

The Cardinal in bit PaJJage fixetb his Eye on 

Buckingham, and Buckingham on him, 

both full of Difdain. 

WOL. The duke of Buckingham's furveyor? h?.. J 
Where's his examination ? 
\.S. Here, fo please you. 
WOL. Is he in, perfon ready ? 

* Henry VIII. 

I . S. Ay, please your grace. [hant 

Wot. Well, we fhall then know more; and Butking- 
Shall leflen this big look. [Exeunt WOLSE Y, and Train. 

Buc. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I 
Have not the power to muzzle him ; therefore, beft 
Not wake him in his (lumber. A beggar's book 
Out-worths a noble's blood. 

NOR. What, are you chaf'd ? 

Afk God for temperance ; that's the appliance only, 
Which your disease requires. 

Buc. I read in his looks 
Matter againft me ; and his eye revil'd 
Me, as his abjed objeft : at this inftant 
He bores me with fome trick : He's gone to the king; 
I'll follow, and out-ftare him. 

NOR. Stay, my lord, 

And let your reason with your choler queftion 
What 'tis you go about: To climb fteep hills, 
Requires flow pace at firit : Anger is like 
A full- hot horfe ; who being allow'd his way, 
Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England 
Can advise me like you : be to yourfelf, 
As you would to your friend. 

Buc. I'll to the king ; 

And from a mouth of honour quite cry down 
This Ipf<wicb fellow's infoknce ; or proclaim, 
There's difference in no perfons. 

NOR. Be advis'd ; 

Heat not a furnace for your foe fo hot 
That it do findge yourfelf : We may out-run* 
By violent fwiftnefs, that which we run at, 
And lose by over-running. Know you not, 

4 venpm'd-mouth'd 

Henry VIII. 9 

The fire, that mounts the liquor till't ron o'er, 
In Teeming to augment it, wafts it? Be advis'd : 
1 fay again, there is no Englijh foul 
More ftronger to direft you than yourfelf ; 
If with the fap of reason you would quench, 
Or but allay, the fire of paffion. 

Sue. Sir, 

I am thankful to you ; and I'll go along 
By your prefcription : but this top-proud fellow, 
(Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but 
From fmcere motions ; by intelligence, 
And proofs as clear as founts in ^Wy, when 
We fee each grain of gravel) I do know 
To be corrupt and treasonous. 

NOR. Say not, treasonous. fftrong 

Buc, To the king I'll fay't; and make my vouch as 
As (hore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, 
Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous, 
As he is fubtle ; and as prone to mifchief, 
As able to perform't : his mind and place 
Infefting one another, yea, reciprocally) 
Only to fnew his pomp as well in France 
As here at home, fuggefts the king our matter 
To this laft coltly treaty, the interview, 
That fwallow'd fo much treasure, and like a glafs 
Did break i'the rinfing. 

NOR. 'Faith, and fo it did. 

Buc. Pray, give me favour, fir. This cunning cardinal 
The articles o'the combination drew, 
As himfelf pleas'd ; and they were ratify'd, 
As he cry'd, Thus let be : to as much end, 
As give a crutch to the dead : But our count cardinal 

io Henry VI1L 

Has done this, and 'tis well for worthy Wolfey, 
Who cannot err, he did it Now this follows, 
(Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy 
To the old dam, treason) Charles the emperor, 
Under pretence to fee the queen his aunt, 
(For 'twas, indeed, his colour ; but he came 
To whifper Wolfey} here makes visitation : 
His fears were, that the interview, betwixt 
England and France, might, through their amity* 
Breed him fome prejudice; for from this league 
Peep'd harms that menac'd him : He tfjmfoje privily 
Deals with our cardinal ; and, as I trow,~ 
(Which I do well ; for, I am fure, the emperor 
Pay'd, ere he promis'd; whereby his fuit was granted* 
Ere it was afk'd) but, when the way was made, 
And pav'd with gold, the emperor thus desir'd ; 
That he would please to alter the king's courfe, 
And break the forefaid peace. Let the king know, 
(As foon he (hall by me) that thus the cardinal 
Does buy and fell his honour as he pleases, 
And for his own advantage. 

NOR. I am forry, 

To hear this of him ; and could wifh, he were 
Something millaken in't. 

Buc. No, not a fyllable j 
I do pronounce him in that very fhape, 
He (hall appear in proof. 

Enter BRANDON;/Z Serjeant at Arms before him, 
andtnvo or three of the Guard. 

ERA. Your office, ferjeant; execute it. 

Sfr. Sir, 
My lord the duke of Buckingham^ and earl 

Henr/Vril. n 

Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, \ 
Arreft thee of high treason, in the name 
Of our moft fovereign king. 

Buc. Lo you, my lord, [/oNor. 

The net has fall'n upon me ; I fhall perifh 
Under devife and practice. 

BRA. I am forry, 

To fee you ta'en from liberty, to look on 
The husinefs present : 'Tis his highnefs' pleasure, 
You fhall to the tower. 

Buc. It will help me nothing, 
To plead mine innocence ; for that dye is on me, 
Which makes my whit'ft part black. The will of heaven 
Be done in this and all things ! _ I obey. _ 
O my lord Abergany, fare you well. 

BRA. Nay, he muft bear you company : _The king 
Is pleas'd, you fhall to the tower, 'till you know 
How he determines further. 

Asa.. As the duke faid, 

The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure 
By me obey'd. 

BRA. Here is a warrant from 
The king, to attach lord Montacute; and the bodies 
Of the duke's confeflbr, John de-la-Car, 
One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor, 

Buc. So, fo, 
These are the limbs o'the plot: No more, I hope. 

BRA. A monk o'the Chartreux- 

Buc. O , Nicholai Hopkim ? 

BRA. He. 

Buc. My furveyor is falfe ; the o'er great cardinal 
Hath fhew'd him gold : my life is fpan'd already : 

*5 Counfcllor *9 O Midael Hopkins. 

12 Henry VIII. 

I am the fhadow of poor Buckingham ; 

Whose figure even this inflant cloud puts on, 

By dark'ning my clear fun. _My lord, fare w el. [Exeunt. 

SCENEll. The Council-Chamber. 

Enter King HENRY, WOLSEY, Lords, 

and others of the Council, (Sir Thomas Lovel, one} 

Officers and Attendants. King enters leaning 

on the Cardinal's Shoulder. 
Kin. My life itfelf, and the bell heart of it, 
Thanks you for this great care : I flood i'the level 
Of a full-charg'd confed'racy ; and give thanks 
To you that chok'd it. _ Let be call'd before us 
That gentleman of Bucking ham's : in perfon 
I'll hear him his confefiions juftify ; 
And point by point the treasons of his mafter 
He fhall again relate. 

King lakes bis Seat under a Stale ; 
the Council theirs; the Cardinal placelh himfelf 

under the King's Feet, or. his right Side. 
Noise ^within of crying, Room for the Queen. 

Enter the Queen, ujher'd by the Dukes of 
NORFOLK and Suffolk. She kneels : King 
riseth from his State, and advances 
towards her. 

fue. Nay, we muft longer kneel ; I am a fuitor. 
in. Arise, and take place by us : Half your iuit 
Never name to us ; you have half our power : 
The other moiety, ere you afk, is given ; 
Repeat your will, and take it. 
Que. Thank your majefty. 
That you would love yourfelf ; and, in that love, 

3 Lords 

Henry Vlir. 1 13 

Not unconfider'd leave your honour, nor 
The dignity of your office, is the point 
Of my petition. 

Kin. Lady mine, proceed. 

Que. I am follicited, not by a few, 
And those of true condition, that your fubjec"ls 
Are in great grievance : There have been commiffions 
Sent down among them, which hath flaw'd the heart 
Of all their loyalties :_ wherein, although, 
My good lord cardinal, they vent reproaches 
Mod bitterly on you, as putter-On 
Of these exactions, yet the king our mafter [not 

(Whose honour heaven fhield from foil !) even he efcapes 
Language unmannerly, yea, fuch which breaks 
The fides of loyalty, and almoft appears 
In loud rebellion. 

NOR . Not almoft appears, 
It doth appear : for, upon these taxations, 
The clothiers all, not able to maintain 
The many to them 'longing, have put off 
The fpinfters, carders, fullers, weavers, who, 
Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger 
And lack of other means, in defperate manner 
Daring the event to the teeth, are all in uproar, 
And danger ferves among them. 

Kin. Taxation ! 

Wherein ? and what taxation ? My lord cardinal} 

You that are blam'd for it alike with us, 
Know you of this taxation ? 

WQL. Please you, fir, 
I know but of a fingle part, in ought 
Pertains to the itate ; and front but in that file 


H Henry VIII. 

Where others tell fteps with me. 

>ue. No, my lord, 

You know no more than others : but you frame 
Things, that are known alike ; which are not wholefome 
To those which would not know them, and yet muft 
Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions, 
Whereof my fovereign would have note, they are 
Moft peftilent to the hearing; and, to bear them, 
The back is facrifice to the load : They fay, 
They are devis'd by you ; or elfe you fuffer 
Too hard an exclamation. 

Kin. Still exaftion ! 

The nature of it ? in what kind, let's know, 
Is this exaftion ? 

$>ue. I am much too venturous, 
In tempting of your patience ; but am bolden'd 
Under your promis'd pardon. The fubjed's grief 
Comes through commifiions, which compel from each 
The fixth part of his fubftance, to be levy'd 
Without delay ; and the pretence for this 
Is nam'd, your wars in France: This makes bold mouths : 
Tongues fpit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze 
Allegiance in them ; nap, their curfes now 
Live where their prayers did ; and it's come to pafs, 
This traceable obedience is a flave 
To each incenfed will. I would, your highnefs 
Would give it quick confideration ; for 
There is no primer businefs. 

Kin. By my life, 
This is againft our pleasure. 

Wo i. And for me, 
I have no further gone in this, than by 

*8 compels *8 bafencfle 

Henry VII I. I 

A Jingle voice; and that not part me, but 

By learned approbation. If I am 

Traduc'd by ignorant tongues, which neither know 

My faculties, nor perfon, yet will be 

The chronicles of my doing, let me fay, 

'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake 

That virtue mull go through. We muft not Hint 

Our neceflary actions, in the fear 

To cope malicious cenfurers; which ever, 

As ravenous fifties, do a veflel follow 

That is new trim'd ; but benefit no further 

Than vainly longing. What we oft do beft, 

By fick interpreters (once weak ones) is 

Not ours, or not allow'd ; what worft, as oft, 

Hitting a grofler quality, is cry'd up 

For our belt aftion, If we mail ftand ftill, 

Jn fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, 

We fliould take root here where we fit, or fit 

State ftatues only. 

Kin. Things tf>at are done well, 
And with a care, exempt themfelves from fear; 
Things done without example, in their iffue 
Are to be fear'd. Have you a precedent 
Of this commiflion ? I believe not any. 
We muft not rend our fubje&s from our laws, 
And Hick them in our will. Sixth part of each ? 
A trembling contribution ! Why, we take, 
From every tree, lop, bark, and part o'the timber ; 
And, though we leave it with a root, thus hackt, 
The air will drink the fap. To every county, 
Where this is queftion'd, fend our letters, with 
Free pardon to each man that has deny'd 

* approbation of the Judges : If 

1.6 Henry VIII. 

The force of this commiffion: Pray, look to't; 
I put it to your care. 

WOL. " A word with you." [to an Att. 

" Let there be letters writ to every (hire," 
" Of the king's grace and pardon. The griev'd commons" 
" Hardly conceive of me; let it be nois'd," 
' That, through our intercefiion, this revokement" 
" And pardon comes : I (hall anon advise you" 
" Further in the proceeding." [Exit Alt. 

^Enter an Officer of the Council, 'with the 
Duke of Buckingham's Surveyor. 

$>ue. I am forry, that the duke of Buckingham 
Is run in your difpleasure. 

Kin. It grieves many : 

The gentleman is learn'd, a moft rare fpeaker, 
To nature none more bound ; his training fuch, 
That he may furnim and inftruft great teachers, 
And never feek for aid out of himfelf. 
Yet fee, 

When these fo noble benefits (hall prove 
Not well difpos'd, the mind growing once corrupt, 
They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly 
Then ever they were fair : This man, fo compleat, 
Who was enroll'd 'mongft wonders, and when we, 
Almoft with lift'ning ravifh'd, could not find 
His hour of fpeech a minute; he, my lady, 
Hath into monllrous habits put the graces 
That once were his, and is become as black 
As if befmear'd in hell. Sit by us ; you (hall hear 
(This was his gentleman in truft) of him 
Things to ftrike honour fad Bid him recount , 
The fore-recited practices ; whereof 

iJ Learn'd, and a 5 ravifli'd liftning 

Henry VIII. 1 7 

We cannot feel too little, hear too much. 

WOL . Stand forth ; and with bold fpirit relate what you, 
Moft like a careful fubjeft, have collected 
Out of the duke of Buckingham. 

Kin. Speak freely. 

Sur. Firft, it was usual with him, every day 
It would infect his fpeech, That, if the king 
Should without iflue dye, he'd carry it fo 
To make the fcepter his : These very words 
I've heard him utter to his fon-in-law, 
Lord Abergany ; to whom by oath he menac'd 
Revenge upon the cardinal. 

Wot . Please your highnefs, note 
His dangerous conception in this point : 
Not friended by his wiih, to your high perfon 
His will is moft malignant ; and it ftretches 
Beyond you, to your friends. 

Que. My learn'd lord cardinal, 
Deliver all with charity. 

Kin. Speak on : 

How grounded he his title to the crown, 
Upon our fail ? to this point haft thou heard him 
At any time fpeak ought ? 

Sur. He was brought to this 
By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Hopkins. 

Kin. What was that Hopkins ? 

Sur. Sir, a Cbartreux friar, 
His confeflbr; who fed him every minute 
With words of fovereignty. 

Kin. How know'ft thou this ? 

Sur. Not long before your highnefs fped to France, 
The duke being at the rose, within the parifh 

'4 This dan *5 Hcnion. 


1 8 Henry VIII. 

Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand" 

What was the fpeech among the Londoners 

Concerning the French journey : I reply'd, 

Men fear'd, the French would prove perfidious, 

To the king's danger: Presently the duke 

Said, 'Twas the fear, indeed; and that he doubted, 

'Twould prove the verity of certain words 

Spoke by a holy monk, that oft, fays he, 

Hath fent to me, ivijhing me to permit 

John de- la-Car, my chaplain, a choice hour 

To hear from him a matter ofjome moment : 

Whom after undtr the confeffion' 's feal 

tie Jolemnly hadf<worn, that, ivhat he fpoke y 

My chaplain to ns creature living, but 

To me, Jhould utter, 'with demure confidence 

This pausingly en/u'd, Neither the king, nor his heirs, 

Tell you the duke, Jhall pro/per : bid him ft rive 

To gain the love o'the commonalty ; the duke 

Shall govern England. 

Que. If I know you well, 

You were the duke's furveyor, and loft your office 
On the complaint o'the tenants : Take good heed, 
You charge not in your fpleen a noble perfon, 
And fpoil your nobler foul; I fay, take heed; 
Yes, heartily befeech you. 

Kin. Let him on : _ 
Go forward. 

8nr. On my foul, I'll fpeak but truth. 
I told my lord the duke, By the devil's illusions 
The monk might be deceiv'd ; and that 'twas dangerous 
To ruminate on this fo far, until [for him 

It forg'd him fome defign, which, being believ'd, 

4 fearc '* Conamiffions 3 For this 

Henry VIII. I 9 

It was much like to do : He anfwer'd, Tujh-f 
It can do me no damage: adding further, 
That, had the king in his laft ficknefs fail'd, 
The cardinal's and fir Thomas Lovel's heads 
Should have gone off. 

Kin. Ha what, fo rank ? Ah> ha ! 
There's mifchief in this man : Can'ft thou fay further? 

Sur. I can, my liege. 

Kin. Proceed. 

Sur. Being at Greenwich^ 
After your highnefs had reprov'd the duke 
About fir William B lamer, 

Kin. I remember 

Of fuch a time; e being my fvvorn fervant, 
The duke retain'd him his. _ But on ; What hence ? 

Sur. If, quoth he, I for this had been committed, 
To the tower, as I thought, I 'would have play'd 
The part my father meant to aft upon 
The usurper Richard : 'who, being at Salisbury, 
Made fuit to come in his pretence ; 'which if granted^ 
As he made j'emblance of his duty, would 
Have put his knife into him. 

Kin. A giant traitor ! 

WQL . Now, madam, may his highnefs live in freedom, 
And this man out of prison? 

%ue. God mend all ! [What fay'ft ? 

Kin. There's fomething more would out of thee ; 

Sur. After the duke his father, with the knife, 
He ftretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger, 
Another fpread on his breaft, mounting his eyes, 
He did difcharge a horrible oath ; whose tenor 
Was, Were he evil us'd, he would out-go 

7 As to the Tower, I thought 

20 Henry VIII. 

His father, by as much as a performance 
Does an irresolute purpose. 
Kin, There's his period, 
To (heath his knife in us. He is attach'd ; 
Call him to present trial : if he may 
Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none, 
Let him not feek't of us: By day and night, 
He's traitor to the height. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Anti-room in the Palace. 
Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord SANDS. 

Cba. Is't poflible, the fpells of France mould juggle 
Men into fuch ftrange mylteries ? 

SJN. New cuftoms, 
Though they be never fo ridiculous, 
Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd. 

Cha. As far as I fee, all the good, our Englijb 
Have got by the late voyage, is but meerly 
A fit or two o'the face ; but they are ftirew'd ones ; 
For, when they hold 'em, you would fwear diredtly, 
Their very noses had been counfellors 
To Pepin, or Clotbarius, they keep ftate fo. [take it, 

SJN. They have all new legs, and lameones; one would 
That never faw them pace before, the fpavin 
And fpring-halt reign'd among 'em. 

Cba. Death ! my lord, 
Their cloaths are after fuch a pagan cut too, 
That, fure, they have worn out chriftendom. _ How now ? 

Enter Sir Thomas LOVE L . 
What news, fir 'Jbomas Lovel ? 

Lov. 'Faith, my lord, 
I hear of none, but the new proclamation 

*4 fee 'em *S A Spring- *7 too't 

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That's clap'd upon the court gate. 

Cha. What is't for? 

Lor. The reformation of our travel'd gallants, 
That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. 

Cha. I am glad, 'tis there ; now I would pray our mon- 
To think an Engli/b courtier may be wise, [fieurs 

And never fee the Louvre. 

Lor. They muft either 

(For fo run the conditions) leave those remnants 
Of fool, and feather, that they got in France, 
With all their honourable points of ignorance 
Pertaining thereunto, (as fights, and fire-works ; 
Abusing better men than they can be, 
Out of a foreign wisdom) renouncing clean 
The faith they have in tennis, and tall ftockings, 
Short bolfter'd breeches, and those types of travel, 
And underftand again like honeft men ; 
Or pack to their old play-fellows: there, I take it, 
They may, cum privilegio, wear away 
The lag end of their lewdnefs, and be laugh'd at. 

SJN. 'Tis time to give 'em physick, their diseases 
Are grown fo catching. 

Cha. What a lofs our ladies 
Will have of these trim vanities ! 

Lov. Ay, marry, 

There will be woe indeed, lords: the fly whorfons 
Have got a fpeeding trick to lay down ladies ; 
A French fong, and a fiddle, has no fellow. 

SAN. The devil fiddle 'em ! I am glad, they're going; 
(For, fure, there's no converting of 'em) now 
An honeft country lord, as I am, beaten 
A long time out of play, may bring his plain-fong, 

'6 bliftered 

22 Henry VIII. 

And have an hour of hearing ; and, by'r-lady, 
Held current musick too. 

Cba. Well faid, lord Sandi\ 
Your colt's tooth is not caft yet. 

SAK. No, my lord ; 
Nor fhall not, while I have a ftump. 

Cha. Sir Thomaj, 
Whither were you a going ? 

Lor. To the cardinal's ; 
Your lord (hip is a gueft too. 

Cba. O, 'tis true : 

This night he makes a fupper, and a great one, 
To many lords and ladies; there will be 
The beauty of this kingdom, I'll affaire you. [deed, 

Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind in~ 
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us ; 
His dews fall every where. 

Cba. No doubt, he's noble ; 
He had a black mouth, that faid other of him. 

Sjtr. He may, my lord, he has where-withal ; in him, 
Sparing would fhew a worfe fin than ill doftrine : 
Men of his way fhould be moft liberal, 
They are fet here for examples. 

Cba. True, they are fo ; 

But few now give fo great ones. My barge ftays; 
Your lordfhip (hall along: _ Come, good fir Thomas, 
We (hall be late elfe; which I would not be, 
For I was fpoke to, with fir Henry Guil/brd, 
This night to be comptrollers. 

SjtN. 1 am your Jordfhip's. [Exeunt. 


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Mujici. Banquet fet out : Table under a State 

for the Cardinal. Enter a great Company of 'Lords, 

Ladies, &c. and ANNE BULLEN : to them, 

Sir Henry GUILFORD. 

GUI. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace 
Salutes you all : This night he dedicates 
To fair content, and you : none here, he hopes, 
In all this noble bevy, has brought with her 
One care abroad ; he would have all as merry, 
As firft-good company, good wine, good welcome, 
Can make good people. O, my lord, you're tardy; 
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord SANDS, 

and Sir Thomas LOVEL. 
The very thought of this fair company 
Clap'd wings to me. 

Cka. You are young, fir Harry GuilforJ. 

SJN. Sir Thomas Love/, had the cardinal 
But half my lay-thoughts in him, fome of these 
Should find a running banquet ere they refted, 
I think, would better please 'em : by my life, 
They are a fvveet fociety of fair ones. 

Lo v. O, that your lord(hip were but now confeflbr 
To one or two of these ! 

Sjif. I would, I were; 
They fhould find easy penance. 

Lor. 'Faith, how easy ? 

SAN. As easy as a down bed would afford it. 

Cha. Sweet ladies, will it please you fit: Sir Harry * 

Place you that fide, I'll take the charge of this; 
His grace is entring._Nay, you mult not freeze; 
Two women plac'd together makes cold weather : _ 
My lord Sandt, you are one will keep 'em waking, 

1 firft, good 

*4 Henry VIII. 

Pray, fit between these ladies. 

SJN. By my faith. 

And thank your lordlhip. __ By your leave, fweet ladies : 
[Jeating bimj elf between Anne Bullen, and another Lady. 
Jf I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me ; 
I had it from my father. 

dun. Was he mad, fir? 

SJN. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too: 
But he would bite none ; juft as I do ~[~ now, 
He would kifs you twenty with a breath. 

Cha. Well faid, my lord. _ 

So, now you're fairly feated: Gentlemen, 

The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies 
Pafs away frowning. 

SJN. For my little cure, 
Let me alone. 

Fkurijh. Enter Wo L s E Y , attended; 
and takes his State. 

WOL. You're welcome, my fair guefts; that noble lady, 
Or gentleman, that is not freely merry, 
]s not my friend : This, to confirm my welcome ; 
And to you all good health. [drinks, 

SJN. Your grace is noble: 

Let me have fuch a bowl may hold my thanks, 
And fave me fo much talking. 

WOL. My lord Sa<&, 

I am beholding to you : cheer your neighbours... 
Ladies, you are not merry ; _ Gentlemen, 
Whose fault is this ? 

SJN. The red wine firft muft rise 
Tn their fair cheeks, my lord ; then we fhall have 'em 
Talk us to filence. 

Henry VIII. 7, 

^jvy. You are a merry gamefter, 

My lord Sands. 

Sjir. Yes, if I may choose my play. 
Here's to your ladifhip : and pledge ic, madam; 
For 'tis to fuch a thing, 
ANN. You cannot (hew me. 
SJN. I told your grace, they would talk anon. 

[ Trumpet! within : Chambers difcbarg'd'. 
WOL. What's that? 

Cba, Look out there, fome of you. [Exit an Att. 
WOL. What warlike voice? 

And to what end is this ? Nay, ladies, fear not; 

By all the laws of war you're priviledg'd. 

Re-enter Attendant. 
Cba. How now? what is't? 
Att. A noble troop of Grangers; 
For fo they feem : they have left their barge, and landed ; 
And hither make, as great ambaffadors 
From foreign princes. 

WOL. Good lord chamberlain, 

Go, give 'em welcome, you can fpeak the French tongue; 
And, pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em 
Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty 
Shall (bine at full upon them : _ Some attend him. _ 
[Exit Chamberlain, attended. 
Company riit : Tables remold* 

You have now a broken banquet ; but we'll mend it. 
A good digeftion to you all : and, once more, 
I mower a welcome on you ; welcome, all. 

Flourijh. Enter King, and Others, as Mafiers, 

habited like Shepherds* ujher'd by the Lord Chamberlain : 

They pajs diredly before the Cardinal, 

J I make my 

26 Henry VIII. 

and gracefully falute him. 
A noble company : What are their pleasures ? 

Cba. Because they fpeak no Englijb, thus they pray'd 
To tell your grace; That, having heard by fame 
Of this fo noble and fo fair aflembly 
This night to meet here, they could do no lefs, 
Out of the great refpeft they bear to beauty, 
But leave their flocks ; and, under your fair conduct, 
Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat 
An hour of revels with them. 

WOL. Say, lord chamberlain, [them 

They have done my poor houfe grace ; for which I pay 

A thousand thanks, and pray them take their pleasures* 

\Musick. Dance form V : King chooses Anne Bullen. 

Kin. The faireft hand I ever touch'd ! O, beauty, 
'Till now 1 never knew thee. [Dance. 

WOL. My lord,- 

Cha. Your grace ? 

WOL. Pray, tell 'em thus much from me: 
There mould be one amongft 'em, by his perfon, 
More worthy this place than myfelf ; to whom, 
]f I but knew him, with my love and duty 
I would furrender it. 

Cha. J will, my lord. [fwhifpers the Ma/kers. 

WOL. What fay they? 

Cha. Such a one, they all confefs, 
There is, indeed ; which they would have your grace 
Find out, and he will take it. 

WOL . Let me fee then : \comes from his State. 

By all your good leaves, gentlemen; Here I'll make 

My royal choice. 

Kin. You have found him, cardinal : [unmc 

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You hold a fair aflembly ; you do well, lord : 
You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal, 
I Ihould judge now unhappily. 

WOL. I am glad, 
Your grace is grown fo pleasant. 

Kin. My lord chamberlain, 
Pr'ythee, come hither; What fair lady's that? [ghter, 

Cba, An't please your grace, fir Thomas Bullen* dau- 
Thevifcount Rochford, one of her highnefs' women. 

Kin. By heaven, me is a dainty one. Sweet heart, 

I were unmannerly, to take you out, 

And not to kifs you._ A health, gentlemen, 

Let it go round. 

WOL. Sir Thomas Love/, is the banquet ready 
I' the privy-camber? 

Lor. Yes, my lord. 

WOL. Your grace, 
I fear, with dancing is a little heated. 

Kin. I fear, too much. 

WOL. There's fremer air, my lord, 
In the next chamber. 

Kin. Lead in your ladies, every one:_Sweet partner 

I muft not yet forfake you : Let's be merry ; 

Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths 
To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure 
To lead 'em once again ; and then let's dream 
Who's beft in favour. Let the musick knock it. 

[Exeunt. Loud Mattel. 

ACf II. 

SCENE I. A Street. 

*& Henry VIII. 

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting. 

1. G. Whither away fo faft, Cr? 

2. G. O,~ God fave you ! 

Even to the hall, to hear what (hall become 
Of the great duke of Buckingham. 

I . G. I'll fave you 

That labour, fir. All's now done, but the ceremony 
Of bringing back the prisoner. 

2- G, Were you there ? 

1. G. Yes, indeed, was I. 

2. G. Pray, fpeak, what has happen'd ? 

1 . G. You may guefs quickly what. 

2. G. Is he found guilty ? 

1. G. Yes, truly, is he, and condemn'd upon't. 

2. G. I am forry for't. 

1. G. So are a number more. 

2. G. But, pray, how paff'd it ? 

1. G. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke 
Came to the bar; where, to his accusations 

He pleaded ftill, not guilty, and alledg'd 
Many iharp reasons to defeat the law. 
The king's attorney, on the contrary, 
Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confeffions 
Of divers witnefles; which the duke desir'd 
To have brought, viva <voce, to his face : 
At which appear'd againft him, his furveyor; 
Sir Gilbert Peck, his chancellor ; and John Car, 
Confeflbr to him ; with that devil-monk, 
Hopkins, that made this mifchief. 

2. G. That was h^> 

That fed him with Kis prophecies ? 

* 6 To him brought 

Henry VIII. * 9 

t.G. The fame. 

All these accus'd him ftrongly : which he fain 
Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could not; 
And fo his peers, upon this evidence, 
Have found him guilty of high treason. Much 
He (poke, and learnedly, for life ; but all 
Was either pity'd in him, or forgotten. 

2. G. After all this, how did be bear himfelf? 

i . G. When iie was brought again to the bar, to hear 
His knell rung oat, his judgment," he was ftir'd 
With fuch an agony, he fweat extreamly, 
And fomething fpoke in choler, ill, and hafty: 
But he fell to himfelf again, and, fweetly, 
Jn all the reft fhew'd a moft noble patience. 

2.G. I do not think, he fears death. 

1 . G. Sure, he does not, 

He never was fo womanifh ; the cause 
He may a little grieve at. 

2. G. Certainly, 

The cardinal is the end of this. 

i.G. 'Tis likely, 

By all conjectures : firfri*Kt/Jare J s attainder, 
Then deputy of Ire/and ; who remov'd, 
Earl Surrey was fent thither, and in haile too, 
Left he mould help his father. 

2. G. That trick of ftate 
Was a deep envious one. 

i.G. At his return, 

No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted, 
And generally; whoever the king favours, 
The cardinal inftantly will find employment, 
And far enough from court too. 

*i Attendura 


$0 Henry VIII. 

2. G. All the commons 
Hate him pernicioufly, and, o'my conference, 
Wifh him ten fathom deep : this duke as much 
They love and doat on ; call him, bounteous Butki>igbam t 
The mirror of all courtefy : 

1. G. Stay there, fir, 

And fee the noble rnin'd man you fpeak of. 

Enter BUCKINGHAM from bis Arraignment ; 

Yip-flawes before him, the Axe 'with the Edge 

towards him, Halberds on* each Bide : ivitb bin, 

Sir Thomas LOVEL, Sir Nicholas VAUX, 

and Others, and common People. 

2. G. Let's ftand clofe, and behold him. 
Sue. All good people, 

You that thus far have come to pity me, 

Hear what I fay, and then go home and lose me. 

I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment, 

And by that name muft die ; Yet heaven bear witnefs,. 

And, if I have a conference, let it fink me, 

Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful ! 

The law I bear no malice for my death, 

'T has done, upon the premises, butjuftice; 

But those, that fought it, I could wifli more chriftians: 

Be what they will, I heartily forgive 'em : 

But let 'em look they glory not in mifchief, 

Nor build their evils on the graves of great men ; 

For then my guiltlefs blood muft cry againft 'em. 

For further life in this world I ne'er hope, 

Nor will I fue, although the king have mercies 

More than I dare make faults. You few that lov'd me, 

And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, 

His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave 

Henry VIII. ^f 

Is only bitter to him, only dying, 

Go with me, like good angels, to my end ; 

And, as the long divorce of fteel falls on me, 

Make of your prayers one fweet facrifice, 

And lift my foul to heaven. Lead on, o'God's name. 

Lov. I do befeech your grace, for charity, 
If ever any malice in your heart 
Were hid againft me ? now to forgive me frankly. 

uc. Sir Thomas Lovely \ as free forgive you, 
As I would be forgiven : I forgive all ; 
There cannot be those numberlefs offences 
'Gainft me, I can't take peace with : no black envy 
Shall mark my grave. Commend me to his grace ; 
And, if he fpeak of Buckingham., pray, tell him, 
You met him half in heaven : my vows and prayers 
Yet are the king's ; and, 'till my foul forfake mP, 
Shall cry for bleffings on him : May he live 
Longer than I have time to tell his years! 
Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be! 
And, when old time (hall lead him to his end, 
Goodnefs and he fill up one monument! 

LQV. To the water fide I muft conduft your grace; 
Then give my charge up to fir Nicholas Vaux, 
Who undertakes you to your end. 

VAV. Prepare there, 

The duke is coming : fee, the barge be ready ; 
And fit it with fuch furniture, as fuits 
The greatnefs of his perfon. 

Buc, Nay, fir Nicholas, 

Let it alone ; my ftate now win but mock me. 
When I came hither, I was lord high conftable. 
And duke of Buckingham ; now, poor Edward Bohun : 

me, that I ' J make my 


5 Henry VIII. 

Yet I am richer than my bafe accusers, 

That never knew what truth meant : I now feal it ; 

And with that blood, will make 'em one day groan for't. 

My noble father, Henry of Buckingham, 

Who firft rais'd head againft usurping Richard, 

Flying for fuccour to his fervant Banijier, 

Being diftreff'd, was by that wretch betray'd, 

And without trial fell ; God's peace be with him! 

Henry the feventh fucceeding, truly pitying 

My father's lofs, like a moft royal prince, 

Reftor'd me to my honours, and, out of ruins, 

Made my name once more noble : Now his fon, 

Henry the eighth, life, honour, name, and all 

That made me happy, at one ftroke has taken 

For ever from the world. I had my trial, 

And, muft needs fay, a noble one; which makes me 

A little happier than my wretched father : 

Yet thus far we are one in fortunes, Both 

Fell by our fervants, by those men we lov'd moft ; 

A moft unnatural and faithlefs fervice ! 

Heaven has an end in all : Yet, you that hear me, 

This from a dying man receive as certain : 

Where you are liberal of your loves, and counfels, 

Be fure, you be not loofe ; for those you make friends, 

And give your hearts to, when they once perceive 

The leaft rub in your fortunes, fall away 

Like water from ye, never found again 

But where they mean to fink ye. All good people, 

Pray for me ; I muft now fdrfake ye ; the laft hour 

Of my long weary life is come upon me. 

Farewel : 

And when you would fay fomething that is fad. 

Henry Virr. 33 

Speak how I fell. I have done ; and God forgive me ! 
[ Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train. 

1 . G. O, this is full of pity ! _ Sir, it calls, 
I fear, too many curfes on their heads, 

That were the authors. 

2. G. If the duke be guiltlefs, 

J Tis full of woe : yet I can give you inkling 
Of an enfuing evil, if it fall, 
Greater than this. 

1. G. Good angels keep it from us ! 

What may it be i You do not dpubt my faith, fir ? 

2. G. This fecret is fo weighty, 'twill require 
A ftrong faith to conceal it. 

i.C. Let me have it; 
I do not talk much. 

2. G. I am confident; 

You mail, fir : Did you not of late days hear 
A buzzing, of a feparation 
Between the king and Catherine ? 

1 . G. Yes, but it held not : 

For when the king once heard it, out of anger 
He fent command to the lord mayor, ftraight 
To flop the rumour, and allay those tongues 
That durft difperfe it. 

2. G. But that flander, fir, 

Is found a truth now : for it grows again 
Freftier than e'er it was ; and held for certain, 
The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal, 
Or fome about him near, have, out of malice 
To the good queen, posseiT'd him with a fcruple 
That will undo her : To confirm this too, 
Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately; 


34 Henry VIII. 

,&s all think, for this businefs. 

1 . G. 'Tis the cardinal ; 

And merely to revenge him on the emperor, 

For not beftowing on him, at his afking, 

The arch-bifhoprick of Toledo, this is purposed. 

2. G. I think, you have hit the mark -.Butis't not cruel, 
That me fhould feel the fmart of this ? The cardinal 
Will have his will, and (he muft fall. 

i . G. 'Tis woeful. 
We are too open here, to argue this ; 
Let's think in private more. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. The King's Anti-clamber. 

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading. 
Cba. My lord, The horfei your krdfhip fent for, 

with all the care I bad, I fanu 'well chosen, ridden, and 
furnijh'd; They ivere young, and handjome ; and of the left 
breed in the north. When they 'were ready to fet out for 
London, a man of my lord cardinal's, by commijjion, and 
main power, took 'em from me ; 'with this reason, Hit 
mafter <would be fernj'd before a fubjefl, if not before tin 
king : 'which Jtop'd our mouths, Jir. 
I fear, he will, indeed : Well, let him have 'em ; 
He wil! have all, I think. 

Enter the Dukes O/~NORFOLK, and SUFFOLK. 
NOR* Well met, my (jootl 
Lord chamberlain. 

Cba. Good day to both your graces. 
SUF. How is the king employ'd r 
Cba. I left him private, 
Full of fad thoughts and troubles. 
NOR. What's the cause r 

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Cba. I* feems, the marriage with his brother's wife 
Has crept too near his confcience. 

SUF . No, his confcience 
Has crept too near another lady. 

Nox. 'Tis fo; 

This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal : 
That blind prieft, like the eldeft fon of fortune, 
Turns what he lifts. The king will know him one day. 

SUF. Pray God, he do ! he'll never know himfelf elfe. 

NOR. How holily he works in all this businefs ! 
And with what zeal ! For, now he has crack'd the league 
Between us and the emperor, the queen's great-nephew, 
He dives into the king's foul ; and there fcatters 
Dangers, doubts, wringing of the confcience, 
Fears, and defpairs, and all these for his marriage. 
And, out of all these to reftore the king, 
He counfels a divorce : a lofs of her, 
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years 
About his neck, yet never loft her luftre ; 
Of her, that loves him with that excellence 
That angels love good men with; even of her, 
That, when the greateft ftroke of fortune falls , 
Will blefs the king : And is not this courfe pious? 

Cha, Heaven keep me from fuch counfel ! 'Tis molt 


These news are every where ; every tongue fpeaks 'em, 
And every true heart weeps for't : All, that dare 
Look into these affairs, fee his main end, 
The French king's fifter. Heaven will one day open 
The king's eyes, that fo long have flept upon 
This bold bad man. 

SUF. And free us from his flavery. 

8 lift 10 all his *9 fee this 

36 Henry VIH. 

NOR. We had need pray, 
And heartily, for our deliverance; 
Or this imperious man will work us all 
From princes into pages : all men's honours 
Lye like one lump before him, to be fafhion'd 
Into what pinch lie please. 

SVF. For me, my lords, 

J love him not, nor fear him ; there's my creed : 
As I am made without him, fo I'll ftand, 
If the king please; his curies and his bleffings 
Touch me alike, they are breath I not believe in : 
I knew him, and I know him ; fo I leave him 
To him, that made him proud, the pope. 

NOR. Let's in ; 

And, with fome other businefs, pnt the king 
From these fad thoughts, that work too much upon him :. . 
My lord, you'll bear us company ? 

Cha. Excuse me ; 

The king hath fent me other-where : befides, 
You'll find a moft unfit time to difturb him : 
Health to your lordfhips. 

NQX. Thanks, my good lord chamberlain, 

[Exit Chamberlain. 
7 bey go toward; the Door : Door opens ; 
and the King /'/ difco-ve^ 'd, fitting to a Table ', 
penji-Tjely* and reading. 

SUF. How fad he looks ! fure, he is much afflicted. 

Kin. Who's there? ha ? [Jlarting up. 

NOR. 31 pray God, he be not angry. 

Kin. Who's there, I fay ? How dare you thruft your-- 

Into my private meditations ? 

7 pitch. 

Henry VIII. 37 

Who am I? ha? 

A r oj?. A gracious king, that pardons all offences 
Malice ne'er meant : our breach of duty, this way, 
Is businefs of eftate; in which, we come 
To know your royal pleasure. 

Kin. You're too bold : 

Go to ; I'll make ye know your times of businefs : 
Is this an hour for temporal affairs ? ha ?_ 

Who's there ? my good lord cardinal ? _ O my Wolfey* 
The quiet of my wounded confcience, 

Thou art a cure fit for a king. You're welcome, 

Mofl learned reverend fir, into our kingdom ; 
Use us, and it : My good lord, have great care 
1 be not found a talker. 

WOL. Sir, you cannot. 

I would, your grace would give us but an hour 
Of private conference. 

Kin. We are busy ; go. [to Nor. and Suf. 

JVo. " This prieft has no pride in him ?" 

SUF . " Not to fpeak of;" 
' I would not be fo fick though, for his place :" 
" But this can not continue." 

NOR. " If it do," 
" I'll venture one heave at him." 

SUF. "(another." [Exeunt NOR. and SUP. 

WQL. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom 
Above all princes, in committing freely 
Your fcruple to the voice of chriltendom : 
Who can be angry now ? what envy reach you ? 
The Spaniard, ty'd by blood and favour to her, 
Mull now confefs, if they have any goodnefs, 

23 Henry VIIL 

The trial juft and noble. All the clerks, 

1 mean, the learned ones, in chriftian kingdoms, 

Have their free voices : Rome, the nurfe of judgrnent> 

Invited by your noble felf, hath fent 

One general tongue unto us, this ~|~ good man, 

This juft and learned prieit, cardinal Campeius; 

Whom, once more, I present unto your highnefs. 

Kin. And.once mine arms I bid him welcome, 
And thank the holy conclave for their loves ; 
They have fent me fuch a man I would have wifh'd for. 

CAU. Your grace muft needs deserve all ftrangers' 
You are fo noble : To your highnefs' hand [loves, 
J tenuer my ^ commiflion ; by whose virtue, 

(The couit of Rome commanding) you, my lord 

Cardinal of Tcrk, are join'd with me their fervant, 
Jn the unpartial judging of this businefs. 

Kin. Two equal men : The queen fhall be acquainted, 
Forthwith, for what you come : Where's Gardiner ? 

WOL. 1 know, your majefty has always lov'd her 
So dear in heart, not to deny her that 
A woman of lefs place might afk by law, 
Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her. 

Kin. Ay, and the beft (he mail have ; and my favour 
To him that does belli God forbid elfe. Cardinal, 
Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new fecretary ; 
I find him a fit fellow. [Exit WOLSEY. 

Re-enter WOLSEY, with GARDINER. [you;" 

WOL. " Give me your hand : much joy and favour to 
' You are the king's now." 

GAU. '* But to be commanded" 
" For ever by your grace, whose hand has rais'd me." 

Kin. Come hither, Garainer. [talk apart. 

Henry VIII. 39 

CAM. My lord of Turk , was not one doftor Pact 
In this man's place before him ? 

fFoL. Yes, he was. 

CAM. Was he not held a learned man ? 

Woi. Yes, furely. 

CAM Believe me, there's an ill opinion fpread then 
Even of yourfelf, lord cardinal. 

Wot. How! of me ? 

CAM . They will not flick to fay, you envy'd him ; 
And, fearing he would rise, he was fo virtuous, 
Kept him a foreign man ftill : which fo griev'd him, 
That he ran mad, and dy'd. 

WOL. Heaven's peace be with him ! 
That's chriltian care enough: for living murmurers, 
There's places of rebuke. He was a fool; 
For he would needs be virtuous : That"j~ good fellow t 
If I command him, follows my appointment; 
1 will have none fo near elfe. Learn this, brother, 
We live not to be grip'd by meaner perfons. 

Kin. Deliver this with modefly to the queen. 


The moft convenient place that I can think of, 
For fuch receipt of learning, is Black-friars ; 
There ye mail meet about this weighty businefs : _ 
My Wolfey, fee it furnim'd. _ O my lord, 
Would it not grieve an able man, to leave 
So fweet a bed-fellow? But, confcience, confcience, 
O, 'tis a tender place, and I muft leave her. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. The Queen's Anti-chamber. 

Enter ANNE BULLEN, and an old Lady. [es : 
Ann. Not for that neither, Here's the pang that pinch' 

40 Henry VIII. 

His highnefs having liv'd fo long with her ; and fhe 
So good a lady, that no tongue could ever 
Pronounce difnonour of her,~ by my life, 
She never knew harm-doing ; o, now, after 
So many courfes of the fun enthron'd, 
Still growing in a majefty and pomp, the which 
To leave, '0 a thousand fold more bitter, than 
'Tis fweet at firft to acquire, after this procefs 
To give her the avant ! it is a pity 
Would move a monfter. 

o. L. Hearts of moil hard temper 
Melt and lament for her. 

ANN. O, God's will ! much better, 
She ne'er had known pomp: though't be temporal, 
Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce 
It from the bearer, 'tis a fufferance, panging 
As foul and body's fevering. 

o. L. Alas, poor lady ! 
She's ftranger now again. 

ANN. So much the more 
Muft pity drop upon her: Verily, 
I fwear, 'tis better to be lowly born, 
And range with humble livers in content, 
Than to be perk'd up in a glittering grief, 
And wear a golden forrow. 

o. L. Our content 
Is our beft having. 

ANN. By my troth, and maidenhead, 
I would not be a queen. 

o. L. Befhrew me, I would, 
And venture maidenhead for't; and fo would you, 
For all this fpice of your hypocrify : 

Henry VIII. 41 

You, that have fo fair parts of woman on you, 

Have too a woman's heart; which ever yet 

Affefted eminence, wealth, fovereignty; 

Which, to fay footh, are bleflings : and which gifts 

(Saving your mincing-) the capacity 

Of your foft cheveril confcience would receive, 

If you might please to ftretch it. 

JMM. Nay, good troth, [queen? 

o.L. Yes, troth, and troth, You would not be a 

jfKN. No, not for all the riches under heaven, [me, 

o. L. 'Tisftrange; a three-pence bow'd now would hire 
Old as I am, to queen it: But, I pray you, 
What think you of a dutchefs? have you limbs 
To bear that load of title ? 

ANN. No, in truth. 

o. L. Then you are weakly made : Pluck off a little ; 
I would not be a young count in your way, 
For more than blufhing comes to : if your back 
Cannot vouchfafe this burthen, 'tis too weak 
Ever to get a boy. 

J!NN. How you do talk! 
I fwear again, 1 would not be a queen 
For all the world. 

o. L. In faith, for little England 
You'd venture an emballing : I myfelf 
Would for Carnarvoajhire, although there 'longM 
No more to the crown but that. Lo, who comes here 
Enter the Lord Chamberlain. 

Cka. Good morrow,Iadies. What wer'tworth,to know 
The fecret of your conference ? 

JJNN. My good lord, 
Not your demand j it values not your aflcing : 

42 Henry VIII. 

Our miftrefs* fbrrows we were pitying. 

Cha. It was a gentle businefs, and becoming 
The aftion of good women : there is hope, 
All will be well. 

JNN. Now I pray God, amen! 

Cha. Yon bear a gentle mind, and heavenly bleffings 
Follow fuch creatures. That you may, fair lady, 
Perceive I fpeak fincerely, and tbat high note's 
Ta'en of your many virtues, The king's rriajelly 
Commends his good opinion of you, and 
Does purpose honour to you no lefs flowing 
Than marchionefs Q{ Pembroke ; to which title 
A thousand pound a year, annual fupport, 
Out of his grace he adds. 

uJNtr. I do not know, 

What kind of my obedience I mould tender; 
More than my all is nothing : nor my prayers 
Are not words duly hallow'd, nor my wifhes 
More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers, and wifhes, 
Are all I can return. 'Befeech your lordfhip, 
Vouchfafe to fpeak my thanks, and my obedience, 
As from a blulhihg handmaid, to his highnefs; 
Whose health, and royalty, 1 pray for. 

Cha. Lady, 

I (hall not fail to approve the fair conceit, 
The king hath of you. " I have perus'd her well ;" 
*' Beauty and honour in her are fo mingFd," 
' That they have caught the king : And who knows yet," 
" But from this lady may proceed a jem," 
' To lighten all this ifle?" I'll to the king, 
And fay, I fpoke with you. 

dsti. My honour'd lord, [Exit Chamberlain, 

<o of you, to you ; and! 

Henry VIII. 43 

o. I. Why, this it is ; fee, fee ! 
I have been begging fixteen years in court, 
(Am yet a courtier beggarly) nor could 
Come pat betwixt too early and too late, 
For any fuit of pounds : and you, (o fate !) 
A very frefli fifh here, (fie, fie upon 
This compell'd fortune !) have your mouth fill'd up, 
Before you open it. 

JNN, This is ftrange to me. 

o. L. How tafts it ? is it bitter? forty pence, no : 
There was a lady once, ('tis an old ftory) 
That would not be a queen, that would fhe not, 
For all the mud in Egypt; Have you heard it ? 

JJNN. Come, you are pleasant. 

o. L. With your theme, I could 
O'er-mount the lark. The marchionefs 0$ Pembroke! 
A thousand pounds a year ! for pure refpecV 
No other obligation- by my life, 
That promises more thousands: Honours train 
Is longer than hi* fore-fkirt. By this time, 
I know, your back will bear a dutchefs ; Say, 
Are you not ftronger than you were ? 

y/jvy. Good lady, 

Make yourfelf mirth with your particular fancy, 
And leave me out on't. 'Would I had no being, 
If this falute my blood a jot; it faints me, 
To think what follows. 
The queen is comfortlefs, and we forgetful 
In our long abfence : Pray, do not deliver, 
What here you have heard, to her. 

o. L. What do you think of me ? \Extnnt. 

Henry VIII. 

SCENE IV. A Hall in Black-friars. 

Trumpet! * &c. Enter two Mergers, 'with Jhort 

Jil-ver Wands ; next them, two Scribes, in the Habit 

ofDoftors; after them, the Bijhops of LINCOLN, 

Ely, Rochefter, and Saint Afaph ; after them, 

the Arch-bijhop of Canterbury, alone. 

Flourijh, and Enter a Gentleman, bearing 

the Purfe 'with the great Seal, and a Cardinal's Hat ; 

ihen, t<wo Pr lefts, bearing each a Jil-ver Crofs ; then, a 

Gent/eman-u/ber, bare-headed, accompany' 'd 'with 

a Serjeant at Arms ; then, t<wo Gentlemen, bearing 

two great fel<ver Pillars ; after them, Side by Side, 

the two Cardinals, Wo L s E Y, and C A M p E i u s . 

'The Cardinals take their Seats upon Benches prepared 

for them in the Front ; the Bijhops, theirs on each Side ; 

below them, the Scribes ; Cryer, and other Officers, 

Jlanding in convenient Order about the Court. 

flourijh. Enter the King, 

and his Train, and takes his Seat under a State 

upon the right Hand: then. Enter the Queen, and 

her Train, and takes hen under another State 

upon the left. The Court rises upon the Entry 

of the King and ^ueen; whofeated, they 

are fe ate d likewise. 

Wo i. Whilft our commiffion from Rome is read, 
Let filence be commanded. 
Kin. What's the need ? 
It hath already publickly been read, 
And on all iides the authority allow'd ; 
You may then fpare that time. 
WOL. Be it fo : Proceed. 

Henry VIIL 45 

Scr. Say, Henry, king of England, come into the 

Cry. Henry king of England, &c. 

Kin. Here. 

Scr. Say, Catherine, queen of England, come into 
the court. 

Cry. Catherine, queen of England, Sec. 

[Queen rises ; goes about the Court to<ward 
the King' s Chair, and kneels at bis Feet. 

<>>ue. Sir, I desire you, do me right and juftice ; 
And to bellow your pity on me : for 
I am a moft poor woman, and a ftranger, 
Born out of your dominions ; having here 
No judge indifferent, nor no more aflurance 
Of equal friendlhip and proceeding. Alas, fir, 
In what have I offended you ? what cause 
Hath my behaviour given to your difpleasure, 
That thus you (hould proceed to put me off 
And take your good grace from me ? Heaven witnefs, 
I have been to you a true and humble wife, 
At all times to your will conformable : 
Ever in fear to kindle your diflike, 
Yea, fubjeft to your countenance; glad, or fbrry, 
As I faw it indin'd. When was the hour, 
1 ever contradidled your desire ; 
Or made it not mine too ? Or which of your friends 
Have I not ftrove to love, although 1 knew 
He were mine enemy ? what friend of mine, 
That had to him deriv'd your anger, did I 
Continue in my liking r nay, gave notice, 
He was from thence difcharg'd. Sir, call to mind, 
That t have been your wife, in this obedience, 


46 Henry Vin. 

Upward of twenty years, and have been blert 

With many children by you : If, in the courfe 

And procefs of this time, you can report, 

And prove it too, againft mine honour ought, 

My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty 

Againft your facred perfon, In God's name, 

Turn me away ; and let the foul'ft contempt 

Shut door upon me, and fo give me up 

To the fharpeft kind of juftice. Please you, fir, 

The king, your father, was reputed for 

A prince moft prudent, of an excellent 

And unmatch'd wit and judgment; Ferdinand, 

My father, king of Spain, was reckon 'd one 

The wiseft prince, that there had reign'd by many 

A year before : it is not to be queftion'd, 

That they had gather'd a wise council to them 

Of every realm, that did debate this businefs, 

Who deem'd our marriage lawful : Wherefore I humbl; 

Befeech you, fir, to fpare me, 'till I may 

Be by my friends in Spain advis'd ; whose counfel 

I will implore: If not; i'the name of God, 

Your pleasure be fulfill'd. 

W*L. You have here, lady, 
(And of your choice) these reverend fathers; men 
Of fingular integrity, and learning, 
Yea, the cleft o'the land, who are aflembl'd 
To plead your cause : It (hall be therefore bootlefs, 
That longer you defer the court ; as well 
For your own quiet, as to rectify 
What is unfettl'd in the king. 

CAM. His grace 
Hath fpoken well, and juftly : Therefore, madam, 

*3 defire the 

Henry VIII. 47 

It's fit this royal feflion do proceed ; 
And that, without delay, their arguments 
Be now produc'd, and heard. 

>ue. Lord cardinal, 
To you I fpeak : 

WOL. Your pleasure, madam? 

$ue. Sir, 

I am about to weep ; but, thinking that 
We are a queen, (or long have dream'd fo) certain, 
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears 
I'll turn to fparks of fire. 

WQL. Be patient yet. 

Que. I will, when you are humble; nay, before, 
Or God will punifh me. I do believe, 
Induc'd by potent circumftances, that 
You are mine enemy ; and make my challenge, 
You fhall not be my judge : for it is you 
Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me, 

Which God's dew quench ! Therefore, I fay again, 

I utterly abhor, yea, from my foul 
Refuse you for my judge ; whom, yet once more, 
1 hold my mod malicious foe, and think not 
At all a friend to truth. 

Wot. I do profefs, 

You fpeak not like yourielf ; who ever yet 
Have ftood to charity, and difplay'd the effefts 
Of difposition gentle, and of wisdom 
O'er-topping woman's power. Madam,you dome wrong : 
I have no fpleen again (I you ; nor injuftice 
For you, or any : how far I have proceeded, 
Or how far further mail, is warranted 
By a commiflion from the confiftory, 


4* Henry VIII. 

Yea, the whole confiftory of Rome. You charge me, 

That I have blown this coal : I do deny it : 

The king is present ; If it be known to him, 

That I gainfay my deed, how may he wound, 

And worthily, my fallhood! yea, as much 

As you have done my truth : 2Jut if he know, 

That I am free of your report, he knows, 

I am not of your wrong. Therefore in him, 

It lies, to cure me; and the cure is, to 

Remove these thoughts from you : The which before 

His highnefs lhall fpeak in, I do befeech 

You, gracious madam, to unthink your fpeaking, 

And to fay fo no more. 

<%ue. My lord, my lord, 

I am a n'mple woman, much too weak [mouth'd; 

To oppose your cunning. You are meek, and humble- 
You fign your place and calling, in full feeming, 
With meeknefs and humility : but your heart 
Is cram'd with arrogancy, fpleen, and pride. 
You have, by fortune, and his highnefs' favours, 
Gone flightly o'er low fleps ; and now are mounted, 
Where powers are your retainers: and your words, 
Domefticks to you, ferve your will, as't please 
Yourfelf pronounce their office. 1 muft tell you, 
You tender more your perfon's honour, than 
Your high profeffion fpiritual : That again 
I do refuse you for my judge; and here, 
Before you all, appeal unto the pope, 
To bring my whole cause 'fore his holinefs, 
And to be judg'd by him. [curtjies to the Kng, and is going. 

CAM. The queen is obftinate, 
Stubborn to juftice, apt to accuse it, and 

Henry VIII. 49 

Difdainful to be try'd by't ; 'tis not well. 
She's going away. 

Kin. Call her again. 

Cry. Catherine, queen of England, come into the 

g. U. Madam, you are call'd back. 

Que . What need you note i t ? pray you, keep your way : 
When you are call'd, return. Now the Lord help, 
They vex me paft my patience ! _ pray you, pafs on : 
J will not tarry ; no, nor ever more, 
Upon this businefs, my appearance make 
In any of their courts. [Exeunt Queen, and her Train. 

Kin. Go thy ways, Kate : 
That man i'the world, who ftiall report he has 
A better wife, let him in nought be trufted, 
For fpeaking falfe in that : Thou art, alone, 
(If thy rare qualities, fweet gentlenefs, 
Thy meeknefs faint- like, wife-like government, 
Obeying in commanding, ~ and thy parts 
Sovereign and pious elie, coulJ fpeak thee out) 
The queen of earthly queens: She's noble born; 
And, like her true nobility, me has 
Carry'd herfelf towards me. 

WOL. Moft gracious fir, 
In humbleft manner I require your highnefs, 
That it (hall please you to declare, in hearing 
Of all these ears, (for where I am rob'd, and bound, 
There mult I be unloof'd ; although not there 
At once and fully fatiffy'd) whether ever I 
Did broach this businefs to your highnefs ; or 
Lay'd any fcruple in your way, which might 
Induce you to the queftion on't? or ever 

M 3 

50 Henry VIII. 

Have to you, -but with thanks to God for fuch 
A royal lady, fpoke one the leaft word, might 
Be to the prejudice of her present ftate, 
Or touch of her good perfon ? 

Kin. My lord cardinal, 
J do excuse you ; yea, upon mine honour, 
I free you from't. You are not to be taught 
That you have many enemies, that know not 
Why they are fo, but, like to village curs, 
Bark when their fellows do : by fome of these 
The queen is put in anger. You are excus'd : 
But will you be more juttify'd ? you ever 
Have wifh'd the fleeping of this businefs; never 
Desir'd it to be ftir'd; but oft have hinder'd, oft, 
The paflages made toward it : _ on my honour, 
I fpeak my good lord cardinal to this point, 
And thus far clear him. Now, what mov'd me to't, 
I will be bold with time, and your attention ; [to't: 
Then mark the inducement. Thus it came; give heed 
My confcience firft receiv'd a tendernefs, 
Scruple, and prick, on certain fpeeches utrer'd 
By the bifhop of Bay on ne, then French ambafTador ; 
Who had been hither fent on the debating 
A marriage, 'twixt the duke of Orleans and 
Our daughter Mary : 1'the progrefs of this businefs, 
Ere a determinate resolution, he 
(I mean, the bifhop) did require a refpite ; 
Wherein he might the king his lord advertise 
Whether our daughter were legitimate, 
Refpecling this our marriage with the dowager, 
Sometime our brother's wife. This refpite (hook 
The bosom of my confcience, enter'd me, 

word that might + And Mar- 3i Sometim 

HearyVIIl. 5 , 

Yea, with a fplitting power, and made to tremble 

The region of my breaft ; which forc'd fuch way, 

That many maz'd confiderings did throng 

And prefT'd in with this caution. Firfl, methoaght, 

I flood not in the fmile of heaven ; who had 

Commanded nature, that my lady's womb, 

If it conceiv'd a male child by me, fhould 

Do no more offices of life to't, than 

The grave does to the dead : for her male iflue 

Or dy'd where they were made, or fhortly after 

This world had air'd them : Hence I took a thought, 

This was a judgment on me; that my kingdom, 

Well worthy the beft heir o' the world, fhould not 

Be gladded in't by me: Then follows, that 

I wtigh'd the danger which my realms Hood in 

By this my ifTue's fail ; and that gave to me 

Many a groaning throw. Thus hulling in 

The wild fea of my confcience, I did fleer 

Toward this remedy, whereupon we are 

Now present here together ; that's to fay, 

I meant to rectify my confcience, which 

I then did feel full fick, and yet not well,"* 

By all the reverend fathers of the land, 

And do&ors learn'd Firft, I began in private 

With you, my lord of Lincoln; you remember 
How under my oppreffion I did reek, 
When 1 firit mov'd you. 

LIN. Very well, my liege. 

Kin. I have fpoke long ; be pleas'd yourfelf to fay 
How far you fatiffy'd me. 

LIN, So please your highnefs, 
The queflion did at firft fo ftagger me, 

52 Henry VIII. 

Bearing a ftate of mighty moment in't, 
And confequence of dread, that I committed 
The daring'ft counfel, which I had, to doubt ; 
And did entreat your highnefs to this courfe, 
Which you are running here. 

Kin. I then mov'd you, 
My lord of Canterbury ; and got your leave 
To make this present fummons : _ Unfolicited 
I left no r.everend perfon in this court ; 
But by particular confent proceeded, 
Under your hands and feals. Therefore, go on ; 
For no diflike i'the world againft the perlbn 
Of our good queen, but the (harp thorny points 
Of my alledged reasons, drives this forward : 
Prove but our marriage lawful, by my life, 
And kingly dignity, we are contented 
To wear our mortal ftate to come, with her, 
Catherine our queen, before the primeft creature 
That's paragon'd o'the world. 

CAM. So please your highnefs, 
The queen being abfent, 'tis a needful fitnefs 
That we adjourn this court 'till further day : 
Mean while muft be an earneft motion 
Made to the queen, to call back her appeal 
She intends unto his holinefs. 

Kin. " I may perceive," 
These cardinals trifle with me : I abhor" 
This dilatory floth, and tricks of Rome." 
' My learn'd and well-beloved fervant, Cranmtr" 
' Pr'ythee, return ! with thy approach, I know," 

' My comfort comes along." Break up the court; 

I fay, fet on. [Exeunt ', in Manner as they enttrj. 

Henry VIII. 53 


SCE NE I . A Room in the >ueen''t Apartment. 
Queen, and certain of her Women, at Work. 

[troubles ; 

Que . Take thy lute, wench : my foul grows fad with 
Sing, and difperfe them, if thou can'il : leave working. 


Orpheus luith his lute made trees, 
and the mountain tops, that freeze, 

bow themfelves, 'when he didjing : 
to his musick, plants, and flowers, 
ever fprung ; asj'un, and 'Jho-uuers, 
there had made a lafting jpring* 

II. St. 

Every thing that heard him play, 
e'en the billows of the fea, 

hung their heads, and then lay by. 
Infaueet musick is Juch art ; 
killing care, and grief of heart ', 
fall ajleep, or, hearing, dye. 
Enter a Gentleman. 
Que. How now ? 

Gen. An't please your grace, the two great cardinals 
Wait in the presence. 

Que. Would they fpeak with me? 
Gen. They will'd me fay fo, madam. 
Que. Pray their graces 

To come near. [Exit Gen.] What can be their businef* 
With me, a poor weak woman, fain from favour ? 
I do not like their coming, now I think on't. 

54 Henry VIII. 


They mould be good men ; their affairs are righteous : 
But, All hoods make not monks. 

Woi. Peace to your highnefs ! 

Que. Your graces find me here part of a huswife, 
(I would be all) againft the worft may happen : 
What are ymir pleasures with me, reverend lords ? 

WOL . May it please you, noble madam, to withdraw 
Into your private chamber, we fhall give you 
The full cause of our coming. 

Que. Speak it here ; 

There's nothing I have done yet, o'my confcience, 
Deserves a corner: 'Would all other women 
Could fpeak this with as free a foul as I do ! 
My lords, I care not, (fo much I am happy 
Above a number) if my actions 
Were try'd by every tongue, every eye faw 'em, 
Envy and bafe opinion fet againft 'em, 
I know my life fo even : If your businefs 
Seek me out, and that way I am wise in, 
Out with it boldly; Truth loves open dealing. 

WOL. Tanta eft ergo, te mentis integritas, Regina fere- 

Que. O, good my lord, no Latin ; 
I am not fuch a truant fince my coming, 
As not to know the language I have liv'd in : [ous; 
A flrange tongue makes my cause more ftrange, futpici- 
Pray, fpeak in Englijb : here are fome will thank you, 
If you fpeak truth, for their poor miftrefs' fake ; 
Believe me, me has had much wrong : Lord cardinal, 
The willing'ft fin I ever yet committed, 
May be absolv'd in Englijh. 

* Wife in 

Henry VIII. 55 

WOL. Noble lady, 

I am forry, my integrity (hould breed 
(And fervice to his majedy and you) 
So deep fufpicion, where all faith was meant. 
We come not by the way of accusation, 
To taint that honour every good tongue bleflcs; 
Nor to betray you any way to forrow ; 
You have too much, good lady : but to know 
How you ftand minded in the weighty difference 
Between the king and you ; and to deliver, 
Like free and honed men, our juft opinions, 
And comforts to your cause. 

CJM. Mod honour'd madam, 
My lord of Turk, out of his noble nature, 
Zeal and obedience he dill bore your grace ; 
Forgetting (like a good man) your late cenfure 
Both of his truth and him, (which was too far) " 
Offers, as I do, in a fign of peace, 
His fervice, and his counfel. 

QU. " To betray me."_ 
My lords, I thank you both for your good wills, 
Ye fpeak like honed men, (pray God, ye prove fo!) 
But how to make ye fuddenly an anfwer, 
In fuch a point of weight, fo near mine honour, 
(More near my life, I fear) with my weak wit, 
And to fuch men of gravity and learning, 
In truth, I know not. I was fet at work 
Among my maids ; full little, God knows, looking 
Either for fuch men, or fuch businefs: 
For her fake that I have been, (for I feel 
The lad fit of my greatneft) good your graces, 
Let me have time, and counfel, for my cause; 

56 Henry VIII. 

Alas, I am a woman, friendlefs, hopelefs. [ fears j 

WOL. Madam, you wrong the king's love with these 
Your hopes and friends are infinite. 

$ue. In England! 

But little for my profit : Can you think, lords, 
That any Englishman dare give me counfel ? 
Or be a known friend, 'gainft his highnefs' pleasure, 
(Though he be grown fo defperate to be honeft) 
And live a fubjeft ? Nay, forfooth, my friends, 
They that mult weigh out my affli&ions, 
They that my truft muft grow to, live not here; 
They are, as all my other comforts, far hence, 
In mine own country, lords. 

CAM. I would, your grace 
Would leave your griefs, and take my counfel. 

>ue. How, fir ? 

CAM. Put your main cause into the king's protection ; 
He's loving, and moft gracious : 'twill be much 
Both for your honour better, and your cause; 
For, if the trial of the law o'er-take you, 
You'll part away difgrac'd. 

ffoi. He tells you rightly. 

Que. Ye tell me what ye wifti for both, my ruin : 
Is this your chriftian counfel ? out upon ye ! 
Heaven is above all yet; there fits a judge, 
That no king can corrupt. 

CAM. Your rage miftakes us. 

Que. The more fhame for ye ; holy men I thought ye, 
Upon my foul, two reverend cardinal virtues ; 
But cardinal fins, and hollow hearts, I fear ye : 
Mend 'em for fhame, my lords. Is this your comfort? 
The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady ? 

Henry VIII. 57 

A woman loft among ye, laugh'd at, fcorn'd? 

I will not wifh ye half my miseries, 

I have more charity : But fay, I warn'd ye ; 

Take heed, for heaven's fake, take heed, left at once 

The burthen of my forrows fall upon ye. 

WOL. Madam, this is a meer diftraftion; 
You turn the good we offer into envy. 

Que. Ye turn me into nothing ; Woe upon ye, 
And all fuch falfe profeflbrs ! Would you have me 
(If you have any jultice, any pity; 
If you be any thing but churchmen's habits) 
Put my fick cause into his hands that hates me? 
Alas, he has banifti'd me his bed already ; 
His love, too long ago : I am old, my lords, 
And all the fellowfliip I hold now with him 
Is only my obedience. What can happen 
To me, above this wretchednefs ? all your ftudies 
Make me a curfe like this. 

CAM. Your fears are worfe. 

<j>ue. Have I liv'd thus long (let me fpeak myfelf, 
Since virtue finds no friends) a wife, a true one ? 
A woman (I dare fay, without vain-glory) 
Never yet branded with fufpicion ? 
Have I with all my full affeftions 
Still met the king ? lov'd him next heaven? obey'd him ? 
Been, out of fondnefs, fuperftitious to him ? 
Almoft forgot my prayers, to content him ? 
And am I thus rewarded ? 'tis not well, lords. 
Bring me a conftant woman to her husband, 
One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure ; 
And to that woman, when (he has done moft, 
Yet will I add an honour, a great patience. 

5 8 HenryVIII. 

Wot. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at. 

Que. My lord, I dare not make myfelf fo guilty, 
To give up willingly that noble title 
Your mailer wed me to : nothing but death 
Shall e'er divorce my dignities. 

WOL. Pray, hear me. 

Que. 'Would I had never trod this Englijh earth, 
Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it ! 
Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts. 
What will become of me now, wretched lady ? 

I am the mod unhappy woman living 

Alas, poor wenches, where are now your fortunes ? 
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, 
No friends, no hope ; no kindred weep for me, 
Almoft, no grave allow'd me : _ Like, 
That once was miftrefs of the field, and flourilh d, 
I'll hang my head, and perifh. 

WOL* If your grace 

Could but be brought to know our ends are honeft, 
You'd feel more comfort : Why (hould we, good lady, 
Upon what cause, wrong you ? alas, our places, 
The way of our profeffion is againft it; 
We are to cure fuch forrows, not to fow 'em. 
For goodnefs' fake, confider what you do; 
How you may hurt yourfelf, ay, utterly 
Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carnage : 
The hearts of princes kifs obedience, 
So much they love it ; but, to ftubborn fpirits, 
They fwell, and grow as terrible as ftorms. 
I know, you have a gentle, noble, temper, 
A foul as even as a calm ; Pray, think us 
Those we profefs, peace-makers, friends, and fervant. 

Henry VIII. 59 

CAM. Madam, you'll find it fo. You wrong your virtues 
With these weak women's fears : A noble fpirit, 
As yours was put into you, ever cafts 
Such doubts, as falfe coin, from it. The king loves you; 
Beware, you lose it not : For us, if you please 
To trult us in your businefs, we are ready 
To use our utmoft fludies in your fervice. [me, 

>ue. Do what ye will, my lords : And, pray, forgive 
If I have us'd myfelf unmannerly ; 
You know, I am a woman, lacking wit 
To make a feemly anfwer to fuch perfons. 
Pray, do my fervice to his majefty: 
He has my heart yet ; and fhall have my prayers. 
While I (hall have my life. Come, reverend fathers, 
Bellow your counfels on me : fhe now begs, 
That little thought, when fhe fet footing here, 
She mould have bought her dignities fo dear. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. A Room in the Kings Apartment. 
Enter the Dukes of NOR FOLK and SUFFOLK, the 

Earl of SURREY, and the Lord Chamberlain. 
NOR. If you will now unite in your complaints, 
And force them with a conftancy, the cardinal 
Cannot ftand under them : If you omit 
The offer of this time, I cannot promise, 
But that you (hall fultain more new difgraces, 
With these you bear already. 

SUK . I am joyful 

To meet the leaft occasion, that may give me 
Remembrance of my father-in-law> the duke, 
To be reveng'd on him. 
SUF. Which of the peers 

60 Henry VIII. 

Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at leaft 
Strangely neglefted r when did he regard 
The ftamp of noblenefs in any perfon, 
Out of himfelf ? 

Cha. My lords, you fpeak your pleasures : 
What he deserves of you and me, 1 know ; 
What we can do to him, (though now the time 
Gives way to us) I much fear. If you cannot 
Bar his accefs to the king, never attempt 
Any thing on him ; for he hath a witchcraft 
Over the king in his tongue. 

NOR. O, fear him not ; 
His fpell in that is out : the king hath found 
Matter againft him, that for ever mars 
The honey of his language. No, he's fettl'd, 
Not to come off, in his difpleasure. 

SUR . Sir, 

I fhould be glad to hear fuch news as this 
Once every hour. 

NOR. Believe it, this is true. 
In the divorce, his contrary proceedings 
Are all unfolded ; wherein he appears, 
As I would wifli mine enemy. 

SUR. How came 
His practices to light ? 

SUF. Moft flrangely. 

SVR. O, how, how ? 

SUF. The cardinal's letters to the pope mifcarry'd, 
And came to the eye o'the king : wherein was read. 
How that the cardinal did entreat his holinefs 
To Hay the judgment o'the divorce; For if 
It did take place, 1 do, quoth he, perceive, 

Henry VIII. 61 

My king is tangl'd In affefiion to 

A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen. 

SUR. Has the king this? 

SUF. Believe it. 

Sun. Will this work? 

Cba. The king in this perceives him, how he coafts, 
And hedges, his own way But in this point 
All his tricks founder, and he brings his physick 
After his patient's death ; the king already 
Hath marry'd the fair lady. 

SVK. 'Would he had! 

SUF . May you be happy in your wifli, my lord; 
For, I profefs, you have it. 

SUR. Now all my joy 
Trace the conj undlion I 

SUF. My amen to't. 

NOR. All men's. 

SUF. There's order given for her coronation : 
Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left 
To fome ears unrecounted But, my lords, 
She is a gallant creature, and compleat 
In mind and feature : I perfuade me, from her 
Will fall fome bleffing to this land, which (hall 
In it be memoriz'd. 

SUR . But, will the king 
Digeft this letter of the cardinal's ? 
The lord forbid ! 

NOR. Marry, amen! 

SUF. No, no; 

There be more wafps that buz about his nose, 
Will make this fting the fooner. Cardinal Campeitu 
Is ftolen away to Rome ; hath ta'cn no leave ; 


62 Henry VIIL 

Has left the caufe o'the king unhandl'd ; and 
Is polled, as the agent of our cardinal, 
To fecond all his plot. I do allure you, 
The king cry'd, ha ! at this. 

Cba. Now, God incenfe him, 
And let him cry, ha, louder! 

NOR. But, my lord, 
When returns Cranmer? 

SUF. He is return'd, in his opinions; which 
Have fatiffy'd the king for his divorce, 
Together with all famous colledges 
Almoft in chriftendom : (hortly, I believe, 
His fecond marriage mail be publifti'd, and 
Her coronation. Catherine no more 
Shall be call'd, queen ; but princefs dowager, 
And widow to prince Arthur. 

NOR. This fame Crattmer's 
A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain. 
In the king's businefs. 

SUF. He has; and we mail fee him, 
For it, an arch-bifhop. 

NOR. So I hear. 

SUF . 'Tis fo. 
The cardinal 

Eater, at a dtjlant Part of the Rcom^ 


NOR. Observe, observe, he's moody. 
WOL. The packet, Cromwel, 
Gave't you the king? 

CRO. To his own hand, in his bed-chamber. 
Wot. Look'd he o'the infide of the paper I 
C&Q. Presently 

Henry VHI. 63 

He did unfeal them : and the firft he view'd, 
He did it with a ferious mind^ a heed 
Was in his countenance : You, mt> lort, he bad 
Attend him here this morning. 

Wot. Is he ready 
To come abroad ? 

CRO. I think, by this he is. 

WOL. Leave me a while [Exit CROMWEL. 

It mall be to the dutchefs of Alenson, 
The French, king's filler : he ftiall marry her.~~ 
AnneEullen! No j I'll no Anne Bulkns for him: 
There's more in't than fair visage. Bullen! 
No, we'll no Battens. Speedily I wifh 
To hear from Rome. The marchionefs 'tiPemlrokt! 

NOR. He's difcontented. 

SVF. Maybe, he hears the king 
Does whet his anger to him. 

SUR, Sharp enough, 
Lord, for thy juftice! [daughter! 

WQL. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's 
To be her miftrefs' miftrefs; the queen's queen! 
This candle burns not clear: 'tis] muft fnuffit; 
Then, out it goes. What though I know hervertuous, 
And well deserving ? yet I know her for 
A fpleeny lutheran ; and not wholefome to 
Our cause, that me mould lye i'the bosom of 
Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is fprung up 
An heretick, an arch one, Cranmer; one 
Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king, 
And is his oracle. 

NOR. He is vex'd at fomething. [firing, 

SUR. I would, 'twere fomething that would fret the 

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64 Henry VIII, 

The matter cord oPs heart. 

Enter King, turning over feme Papers; 
Sir Thomas Lovel attending. 

SVF. The king, the king. 

Kin. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated 
To his own portion! and what expence by the hour 
Seems to flow from him ! How, i'the name of thrift, 
Does he rake this together! Now, my lords; 
Saw you the cardinal ? 

NOK. My lord, we have 

Stood here observing him : Some ftrange commotion 
Is in his brain: he bites his lip, and Harts; 
Stops on a fudden, looks upon the ground, 
Then, lays his finger on his temple; ftraight, 
Springs out into fait gait; then, (lops again, 
Strikes his breaft hard; and tljen, anon, he carts 
His eye againft the moon : in molt ftrange poftnres 
We have feen him fct himfelf. 

Kin. It may well be ; 
There is a mutiny in's mind. This morning 
Papers of ftate he fent me to peruse, 
As I reqnir'd ; And, wot you, what I found 
There ; on my confcience, put unwittingly ? 
Forfooth, an inventory, thus importing, 
The feveral parcels of his plate, his treasure, 
Rich fluffs, and ornaments of houftiold ; which* 
I find at fuch proud rate, that it out-fpeaks 
Posseffion of a fubjeft. 

NOR. It's heaven's will; 
Some fpirit put this paper in the packet, 
To blefs your eye withal. 

Kin. If we did think, 

Henry VIIL 65 

His contemplations were above the earth, 
And fix'd on fpiritual objeft, he fhould ftill 
Dwell in his musings; but, I am afraid, 
His thinkings are below the moon, not worth 
His ferious confidering. \takes his Seat ; and <wbijpers 
Lovel, <wbo goes to the Cardinal, 

WOL . Heaven forgive me ! _ 
Ever God blefs your highnefs ! 

Kin. Good my lord, 

You are full of heavenly fluff, and bear the inventory 
Of your befl graces in your mind; the which 
You were now running o'er: you have fcarce time 
To Ittal from fpiritual leisure a brief fpan, 
To keep your earthly audit : Sure, in that 
] deem you an ill husband ; and am glad 
To have you therein my companion. 

WOL. Sir, 

For holy offices I have a time ; a time, 
To think upon the part of businefs, which 
I bear i' the ftate ; and nature does require 
Her times of preservation, which, perforce, 
J her frail fon, amonglt my brethren mortal, 
Mu ft give my tendance to. 

Kin. You have faid well. 

U'OL. And ever may your highnefs yoke together, 
As I will lend you cause, my doing well 
With my well faying. 

Kin. 'Tis well faid again ; 
And 'tis a kind of good deed, to fay well : 
And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you : 
He faid, he did ; and with his deed did crown 
His word upon you. Since I had my office, 

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66 Henry VIIL 

I have kept you next my heart ; have not alone 
Employ d you where high profits might come home, 
But par'd my present havings, to beftow 
My bounties upon you. 

WOL. " What fliould this mean?" 

Sun. " The lord increafe this businefs!" 

Kin. Have I not made you 
The prime man of the ftate ? I pray you, tell me, 
If what 1 now pronounce you have found true : 
And, if you may confefs it, fay withal, 
If you are bound to us, or no. What fay you ? 

WOL. My fovereign, I confefs, your royal graces, 
Shower'd on me daily, have been more, than could 
My ftudy'd purposes requite ; which went 
Beyond all man's endeavours: my endeavours 
Have ever come too Ihort of my desires ; 
Yet fill'd with my abilities: Mine own ends 
Have been mine fo, that evermore they pointed 
To the good of your moft facred perfon, and 
The profit of the ftate. For your great graces 
Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, I 
Can nothing render but allegiant thanks; 
My prayers to heav'n for you ; my loyalty, 
Which ever has, and ever fhall be growing, 
'Till death, that winter, kill it. 

Kin. Fairly anfwer'd ; 
A loyal and obedient fubjedl is 
Therein illuftrated: the honour of it 
Does pay the aft of it; as, i'the contrary, 
The foulnefs is the punifhment. I presume, 
That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you, 
My heart drop'd love, my pow'r rain'd honour, more 

Henry VIII. 67 

On you, than any; fo your hand, and heart, 
Your brain, and every function of your power, 
Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty, 
As 'twere in love's particular, be more 
To me, your friend, than any. 

WOL. I do profefs, 

That for your highnefs' good I ever labour'd 
More than mine own; that am, have, and will be. 
Though all the world fhould crack their duty to you, 
And throw it from their foul; though perils did 
Abound as thick as thought could make 'em, and 
Appear in forms more horrid ; yet my duty, 
As doth a rock againft the chiding flood, 
Should the approach of this wild river break, 
And Hand unmaken yours. 

Kin. 'Tis nobly fpoken : 

Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breaft, 

For you have feen him open't Read o'er ^ this ; 

And, after, ^ this : and then to breakfaft, with 
What appetite you have. 

[Exit King, frowning upon the Cardinal; the Nobles 
throng after him, fmiling, and luhijpering* 

WOL. What mould this mean ? 
What futlden anger's this ? how have I reap'd it? 
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin 
Leap'd from his eyes: So looks the chafed lion 
Upon the daring huntsman, that has gall'd him ; 
Then makes him nothing. I muft read this ~j~ paper j 
I fear, the rtory of his anger. 'Tis fo ; 
This paper has undone me: 'Tis the account 
Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together 
For mine own ends; indeed, to gain the popcdom, 

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68 Henry VIII. 

And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence, 

Fit for a fool to fall by ! what crofs devil 

Made me put this main fecret in the packet 

I fent the king ? Is there no way to cure this? 

No new device to beat this from his brains ? 

I know, 'twill ftir him ftrongly ; Yet 1 know 

A way, if it take right, in fpight of fortune 

Will bring me off again. What's this "I" To the Pope? 

The letter, as I live, with all the businefs 

I writ to his holinefs. Nay then, farewel ! 

1 have touch'd the higheft point of all my greatnefs; 

And, from that full meridian of my glory, 

I hafte now to my fetting: I (hall fall 

Like a bright exhalation in the evening, 

And no man fee me more. 

Re-enter the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, the 
Earl of SURREY, and the Lord Chamberlain. 

NOR. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who corn- 
To render up the great feal presently [mands you. 
Into our hands ; and to confine yourfelf 
To Efler-houk, my lord of Winchejhr 1 ^ 
Till you hear further from his highnefc. 


Where's your commiflion, lords? words cannot 
Authority fo weighty. 

St/F. Who dare crofs 'em ? 
Bearing the king's will from his mouth expreffly ? 

Wot. 'Till I find more than will, or words, to do it, 
(I mean, your malice) know, ofiicious lords, 
1 dare, and mull deny it. Now J feel 
Of what bafe metal ye are molded, envy : 
How eagerly ye follow my difgraces, 

*' After 

Henry VIII. 69 

As ifit fed ye ? and how fleek and wanton 

Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin? 

Follow your envious courfes, men of malice; 

You have chriflian warrant for 'em, and, no doubt, 

In time will find their fit rewards. That feal, 

You aflt with fuch a violence, the king 

(Mine, and your matter) with his own hand gave me : 

Bad me enjoy it, with the place and honours, 

During my life ; and, to confirm his goodnefs, 

Ty'd it by letters patents : Now, who'll take it ? 

Sun . The king, that gave it. 

WOL. It muft be himfelf then. 

SUR. Thou'rt a proud traitor, prieft. 

WOL. Proud lord, thou ly'ft; 
Within these forty hours Surrey durft better 
Have burnt that tongue, than faid fo. 

SUR. Thy ambition, 

Thou fcarlet fin, rob'd this bewailing land 
Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law : 
The heads of all thy brother cardinals, 
(With thee, and all thy bed parts bound together) 
Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy ! 
You fent me deputy for Ireland; 
Far from his fuccour, from the king, from all 
TlArnight have mercy on the fault thou gav'ft him j 
Wmlft your great goodnefs, out of holy pity 
Absolv'd him with an axe. 

WOL. This, and all elfe 
This talking lord can lay upon my credit, 
I anfwer, is moft falfe. The duke by law 
Found his deserts : how innocent I wa& 
From any private malice in his end. 

7 Henry VIII. 

His noble jury and foul cause can witnefs. 
If I lov'd many words, lord, I fhould tell you, 
You have as little honefty as honour ; 
That 3f, i' the way of loyalty and truth 
Toward the king, my ever-royal mafter, 
Dare mate a founder man than Surrey can be, 
And all that love his follies. 

Sun. By my foul, 

Your long coat, prieft, protefls you ; thou fhould 'ft feel 
My fword i' the life-blood of thee elfe My lords, 
Can ye endure to hear this arrogance ? 
And from this fellow ? If we live thus tamely, 
To be thus jaded by a piece of fcarlet, 
Farewel nobility ; let his grace go forward t 
And dare us with his cap, like larks. 

Wo i. Allgoodnefs 
Is poison to thy ftomach. 

SUR. Yes, that goodnefs 
Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, 
Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion ; 
The goodnefs of your intercepted packets, 
You writ to the pope, againft the king : your goodnefs, 
Since you provoke me, mall be moft notorious. 
My lord of Norfolk,'' as you are truly noble, 
As you refpeft the common good, the ftate 
Of our defpis'd nobility, our iffues, 
Who, if he live, will fcarce be gentlemen,"- 
Produce the grand fum of his fins, the articles 
Collefted from his life : _I'll ftartle you 
Worfe than the facring bell, when the brown wench 
Lay kiffing in your arms, lord cardinal. 

WQL. Howmuch, raethinks, I could defpise this man, 

Henry VIII. 71 

But that I am bound in chanty againft it. 

NOR . Those articles, my lord, are in the king's hand j 
But, thus much, they are foul ones. 

WOL. So much fairer, 
And fpotlefs, (hall mine innocence arise, 
When the king knows my truth. 

SUR. This cannot fave you : 
I thank my memory, I yet remember 
Some of these articles ; and out they fhall. 
Now, if you can blulh, and cry guilty, cardinal, 
You'll fliew a little honefty. 

WOL. Speak on, fir; 
I dare your worft objections : if I blufh, 
It is, to fee a nobleman want manners. [y ou - 

SUR. I had rather want those, than my head. Have at 
Firft, that, without the king's afTent, or knowledge, 
You wrought to be a legate ; by which power 
You maim'd the jurifdiftion of all bimops. 

NOR. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or elfe 
To foreign princes, Ego ff Rex metis 
Was ftill infcrib'd; in which you brought the king 
To be your fervant. 

SUF . Then, that, without the knowledge 
Either of king or council, when you went 
Ambaflador to the emperor, you made bold 
To carry into Flanders the great feal. 

SUR. Item, you fent a large commiffion 
To Gregory de CaJJalis, to conclude, 
Without the king's will, or the date's allowance, 
A league between his highnefs and Ferrara. 

SUF. That, out of meer ambition, you have caus'd 
Your holy hat to be ftampt on the king's coin. 

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72 Henry VIII. 

SUK. Then, that you have fent innumerable fubftance, 
(By what means got, I leave to your own confcience) 
To furnifh Rome, and to prepare the ways 
You have for dignities ; to the meer undoing 
Of all the kingdom. Many more there are; 
Which, fmce they are of you, and odious, 
I will not taint my mouth with. 

Cba. O my lord, 

Prefs not a falling man too far ; 'tis virtue : 
His faults lye open to the laws ; let them, 
Not you, con-eft him. My heart weeps to fee him 
So little of his great felf. 

Sun. I forgive him. 

SUF. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is, 
Because all those things, you have done of late 
By your power legatine within this kingdom, 
Fall into the compafs of a Pr&munire, 
That therefore fuch a writ be fu'd againft you ; 
To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, 
Caftles, and whatfoever, and to be 
Out of the king's protection : This is my charge. 

NOR. And fo we'll leave you to your meditations 
How to live better. For your ftubborn anfwer, 
About the giving back the great feal to us, 
The king mall know it, and, no doubt, fhall thank you. 
So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal. 

[Exeunt Nobles. 

Wot . So farewel to the little good you bear me. 
Farewel, a long farewel, to all my greatnefs ! 
This is the ftate of man ; To-day he puts forth 
The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow bloflbms, 
And bears his bluflnng honours thick upon him ; 

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Henry VIIT. 73 

The third day, comes a froft, a killing froft ; 
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full furely 
His greatnefs is a ripening, nips his root, 
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, 
Like little wanton boys that fwim on bladders, 
These many fummers in a fea of glory ; 
But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride 
At length broke under me; and now has left me, 
Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy 
Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. 
Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; 
I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched 
Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! 
There is, betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, 
That fweet afpeft of princes, and their ruin, 
More pangs and fears than wars or women have; 
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, 
Never to hope again 

Enter C R o M w E L , amazed!}. 
Why, how now, Crom--wel? 

CRO. I have no power to fpeak, fir.' 

WOL. What, amaz'd 

At my miffortunes ? can thy fpirit wonder, 
A great man fhould decline ? Nay, an you weep, 
I am fain indeed. 

CRO. How does your grace? 

VOL. Why, well; 

Never fo truly happy, my good Crom-wel. 
I know myfelf now ; and I feel within me 
A peace above all earthly dignities, 
A rtill and quiet confcience. The king has cur'd me, 
I humbly thank his grace; and from these (boulders, 

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74 Henry VIII. 

These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken 

A load would fink a navy, too much honour : 

O, 'tis a burden, Crcmnuel, 'tis a burden, 

Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. [of it. 

Cxo. I am glad, your grace has made that right ufc 

WOL. I hope, I have: I am able now, methinks, 
(Out of a fortitude of foul I feel) 
To endure more miseries, and greater far, 
Than my weak- hearted enemies dare ofter. 
What news abroad? 

CRO. The heavieft, and the worft, 
Is your difpleasure with the king. 

ff'oi. God blefs him ! 

CRO. The next is, that fir Thomas More is chosen 
Lord chancellor in your place. 

ff^oL. That's fomewhat fudden: 
But he's a learned man. May he continue 
Long in his highnefs' favour, and do juftice 
For truth's fake and his confcience ; that his bones. 
When he has run his courle, and fleeps in bleflings, 
May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em. 
What more ? 

CRO. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, 
Jnftall'd lord arch-bifhop of Canterbury. 

WOL. That's news indeed. 

CRO. Laft, that the lady Anne, 
Whom the king hath in fecrecy long marry'd, 
This day was view'd in open, as his queen, 
Going to chapel ; and the voice is now 
Only about her coronation. [Cromwel, 

WQL. There was the weight that pull'd me down. O 
The king has gone beyond me; all my glories 

*i on him 

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In that one woman I have loft for ever : 

No fun (hall ever urtier forth mine honours, 

Or gild again the noble troops that waited 

Upon my fmiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwel; 

1 am a poor fain man, unworthy now 

To be thy lord and maiter: Seek the king; 

(That fun, I pray, may never fet!) I have told him 

What, and how true thou art: he will advance thee; 

Some little memory of me will ftir him, 

I know his noble nature, not to let 

Thy hopeful fervice perim too : Good Cromwel, 

Negleft him not ; make ufe now, and provide 

For thine own future fafety. 

CRO. O my lord, 
Muft I then leave you? muft I needs forego 

So good, fo noble, and fo true a mafter? 

Bear witnefs, all that have not hearts of iron, 
With what a forrow Cronrwel leaves his lord._ 
The king fhall have my fervice; but my prayers 
For ever, and for ever, mall be yours. 

WOL. Cromiudj 1 did not think to flied a tear 
In all my miseries ; but thou haft forc'd me, 
Out of thy honeft truth, to play the woman. 
Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromivel; 
And, when I am forgotten, as I mail be; 
And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention 
Of me more muft be heard of, fay, I taught thee, 
Say, Wo/fey, that once trod the ways of glory, 
And founded all the depths and fhoals of honour, 
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; 
A fare and fafe one, though thy mafter mifPd it. 
Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. 

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Cromivel, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; 

By that fin fell the angels, How can man then, 

The image of his maker, hope to win by't ? 

Love thyfelf laft: cherifti those hearts that hate thcej 

Corruption wins not more than honefty. 

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, 

To filence envious tongues. Be juft, and fear not: 

Let all the ends, thou aim'ft at, be thy country's, 

Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'ft, o Cromnue' t 

Thou fall'ft a blefled martyr. Serve the king; 

And, pr'ythee, lead me in : 

There take an inventory of all I have, 

To the laft penny; 'tis the king's : my robe, 

And my integrity to heaven, is all 

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwel, Cromwel, 

Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal 

I ferv'd my king, he would not in mine age 

Have left me naked to mine enemies. 

CKO. Good fir, have patience. 

WOL. So I have. Farewel 
The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. [Ex. 

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SCENE I. A Street. 

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting. 

1. G. You are well met once again. 

2. G. 3irt) fo are you. 

1 . G. You come to take your ftand here, and behold 
The lady Anne pafs from her coronation ? 

2. G. 'Tis all my businefs. At our laft encounter, 

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The duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 

1. G. 'Tis very true: But that time offer'd forrow; 
This, general joy. 

2. G. 'Tis well : the citi-.ens, 

I am fure, have (hewn at full their royal minds; 
As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward 
In celebration of this day with (hews, 
Pageants, and fights of honour. 

1 . G. Never greater, 

Nor, I'll aflure you, better taken, fir. 

2. G. May I be bold to a fit what that contains, 
That "j~ paper in your hand ? 

1. G. Yes; 'tis the lift 

Of those, that claim their offices this day 

By cuftom of the coronation. 

The duke of Suffolk is the firft, and claims 

To be high fteward; next, the duke of Norfolk, 

He to be earl marfhal : you may read the reft. 

2. G. I thank you, fir; had I not known these cuftoms, 
I mould have been beholding to your paper. 

But, I befeech you, what's become of Catherine, 
The princefs dowager ? how goes her businefs ? 

i. G. That I can tell you too, Or, The arch-bifhop 
Of Canterbury, accompany'd with other 
Learned and reverend fathers of his order, 
Held a late court at Dunftable, fix miles off 
From Ampthill, where the princefs lay ; to which 
She was often cited by them, but appear'd not : 
And, to be (hort, for not appearance, and 
The king's late fcruple, by the main aflent 
Of all these learned men me was divorc'd, 
And the late marriage made of none effect: 

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Since which, fhe was removed to Kymbohon; 
Where fhe remains now, fick. 

2. G. Alas, good lady! [Trumpett. 

The trumpets lound : itand clofe, the queen is coming. 

Order cf the Proceffion. 

A lively Flourijh of Trumpets. Then, Enter, 

1 . two Judges. 

2. Lord Chancellor, ivitb Purfe and Mace before him. 

3. Chorijiers fenging. [ Music t. 

4. Mayor of London, bearing the Mace: then, Garter, /' 
his Coat of Arms, on bis Head a gilt copper Crown. 

(J . Marquis Dorfet, bearing a Scepter of Go/a', OK his Head 
ademi-CoronalofGoU: with him, the Ear I of Surrey, 
bearing the Rod of Silver with the Dove, crooned with' 
an EarTs Coronet. Collars of SS. 

6. Duke of Suffolk, in bis Robe of Ejiate, his Coronet 
on his Head, bearing a long white Wand, as High 
Steward: with him, the Duke of Norfolk, with the 
Rod of Marjhaljhip , a Coronet on his Head. Cellar* 
cf SS. 

7. A Canopy, born by four of the Cinque- ports ; under 
it, the Queen, rob'd, in her Hair richly adorn d with 
Pearl, crown d: on each Side her, theBtJhcfs c/~ Lon- 
don and Winchefter. 

8. The old Dutchejs of Norfolk, in a Coronal of Gold 
wrought 'with Flowers, bearing tbe Queen s Train. 

9. Certain Laities, or Counteffes, with plain Circlets of 
Gold without Flowers. 

2. G. A royal train, believe me. These I know; 
Who's that, that bears the fcepter .' 

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1. G. Marquis Dorfet: 

And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. 

2. G. A bold brave gentleman. That nejct Ihould be 
The duke of Suffolk. 

1. G. 'Tis the fame; high fteward. 

2. G. And that my lord of Norfolk? 

1 . G. Yes. 

2. G. Heaven blefs thee! 

Thou haft the fweeteft face I ever look'd on 

Sir, as I have a foul, flie is an angel; 

Our king has all the Indies in his arms, 

And more, and richer, when he {trains that lady: 

I cannot blame his confcience. 

1 . G. They that bear 

The cloth of honour over her, are four barons 
Of the Cinque-ports. 

2. G. Those men are happy; and fo are all, are near 


I take it, me that carries up the train, 
Is that old noble lady, dutchefs of Norfolk. 

i. G. It is ; and all the reft are countefles. 

z. G. Their coronets fay fo. These are liars, indeed; 
And, fometimes, falling ones. 

1 . G. No more of that. 

[Exit Procejfion. A great Flourijb of Trumpets. 
Enter a third Gentleman. 

2. G. God fave you, fir! arrt) where have you been 

broiling ? 

3. G. Among the croud i'the abbey; where a finger 
Could not be wedg'd in more : I am ftiffled 

With the meer ranknefs of their joy. 
2. G. You faw 

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The ceremony ? 
3. G. That I did. 

1. G. How was it? 

3. G. Well worth the feeing. 

2. G. Good fir, fpeak it to us. 

3. G. As well as 1 am able. The rich ftream 
Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen 
To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off 

A diftance from her ; while her grace (at down 
To reft a while, fome half an hour, or fo, 
In a rich chair of ftate, opposing freely 
The beauty of her perfon to the people. 
Believe me, fir, fhe is the goodlieit woman 
That ever lay by man : which when the people 
Had the full view of, fuch a noise arose 
As the ftirouds make at fea in a ftiff tempeft, 
As loud, and to as many tunes : Hats, cloaks, 
(Doublets, I think) flew up ; and had their faces 
Been loofe, this day they had been loft : Such joy 
I never faw before. Great-belly'd women, 
That had not half a week to go, like rams 
In the old time of war, would make the preafr, 
And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living 
Could fay, That if my 'wife, there ; all were woven 
So ftrangely in one piece. 

2. G. But, prap, what fbllow'd ? 

3. G. At length, her grace rose, and with mode 


Came to the altar; where (he kneel'd, and, faint-like, 
Caft her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly. 
Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people ; 
When by the arch-bifhop of Canterbury 

4- this is 

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She had all the royal makings of a queen; 
As holy oil, Edward confeffor's crown, 
The rod, and bird of peace, and all fuch emblems 
Lay'd nobly on her : which perform'd, the choir, 
With all the choiceft musick of the kingdom, 
Together fung -Te Deam. So fhe parted, 
And with the iame full ftate pac'd back again 
To 1 'ork- place, where the feaft is held. 

1. G. -foot! fir, 

You mull no more call it T^r-i-place, that's paft 
For, fince the cardinal fell, that title's loft ; 
*Tis now the king's, and call'd ~ Whitehall. 

3. G. I know it; 

But 'tis fo lately alter'd, that the old name 
Is frefh about me. 

2. G. What two reverend bifhops 

Were those, that went on each fide of the queen ? 

3. G. Stokesly, and Gardiner \ the one, of WincbeJ}er t 
(Newly prefer'd from the king's fecretary) 

The other, London. 

2. G. He of Winckejler 

Is held no great good lover of the arch-bifhop's, 
The virtuous Cranmer. 

3. G. All the land knows that : 

However, yet there is no great breach ; when it comes, 
Cranmer will find a friend will not fnrink from him. 

2. G. Who may that be, I pray you. 

3 G. Ihmnas Cram^wel; 

A man in much efteem wi' the king, and truly 
A worthy friend. The king has made him matter 
O' the jewel-houfe, and one o' the privy-council. 

2. G. He will deserve more. 

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3. G. Yes, without all doubt. 
Come, gentlemen, ye fhall go my way, which 
Is to the court, and there fhall be my guefts ; 
Something I can command. As I walk thither, 
I'll tell ye more. 

1.2. You may command us, fir. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. Kymbolton. 

A Room in one of the royal Seats. 

Enter CATHARINE, Dowager, feck ; led between 

GRIFFITH her gent leman-UJher, and 

PATIENCE her Woman. 

GRI. How does your grace ? 

Or. O, Griffith, fick to death : 
My legs, like loaded branches, bow to the earth, 
Willing to leave their burthen : Reach a chair ; 
So, "f now, methinks, I feel a little ease. 
Didft thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'ft me, 
That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolfey, 
Was dead ? . 

GRI. Yes, madam ; but, I think, your grace, 
Out of the pain you fuffer'd, gave no ear to 't. 

CA*. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd : 
If well, he ftep'd before me, hapily, 
For my example. 

Gm. Well, the voice goes, madam. 
For after the (tout earl Northumberland 
Arrefted him at York, and brought him forward 
(As a man forely tainted) to his anfwer, 
He fell fick fuddenly, and grew fo ill 
He could not fit his mule. 

CAT:. Alas, poor man ! 

J there ye fliaU 

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GRI. At laft, with easy roads, he came to Leicefler, 
Lodg'd in the abbey ; where the reverend abbot, 
With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him ; 
To whom he gave these words, O father abbot t 
Jin old man, broken 'with thejiorms offtate y 
It come to lay his 'weary bones among ye; 
Give him a little earth for charity. 
So went to bed : where eagerly his ficknefs 
Purfu'd him ftill ; and, three nights after this, 
About the hour of eight, (which he himfelf 
Foretold, mould be his laft) full of repentance, 
Continual meditations, tears, and forrows, 
He gave his honours to the world again, 
His blefled part to heaven, and flept in peace. 

CAV. So may he relt ; his faults lye gently on him ! 
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to fpeak him, 
And yet with charity, He was a man 
Of an unbounded itomack, ever ranking 
Himfelf with princes; one, that by fuggelHon 
Tyth'd all the kingdom : fimony was fair play; 
His own opinion was his law : 1* the presence 
He would fay untruths; and be ever double, 
Both in his words and meaning : He was never. 
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful : 
His promises were, as he then was, mighty; 
But his performance, as he is now, nothing. 
Of his own body he was ill, and gave 
The clergy ill example. 

GKI. Noble madam, 

Men's evil manners live in brafs ; their virtues 
We write in water. May it please your highnefs 
To hear me fpeak his good now . ? 

*o Ty'de 

84 Henry VIII. 

CAT. Yes, good Griffith ; 
1 were malicious elfe. 

GRI. This cardinal, 

Though from an humble flock, undoubtedly 
Was fafhion'd to much honour. From his cradle 
He was a fcholar, and a ripe, and good one : 
Exceeding wise, fair fpoken, and perfuading : 
Lofty, and four, to them that lov'd him not; 
But, to those men that fought him, fweet as fummer 
And though he were unfatiffy'd in getting, 
(Which was a fin) yet in beftowing, madam, 
He was moft princely : Ever witnefs for him 
Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, 
Jpfiuich, and Oxford: one of which fell with him, 
Unwilling to out-live the good that did it ; 
The other, though unfinim'd, yet fo famous, 
So excellent in art, and ftill fo rising, 
That chriftendom fhall ever fpeak his virtue. 
His overthrow heap'd happinefs upon him ; 
For then, and not 'till then, he felt himfelf, 
And found the bleflednefs of being little : 
And, to add greater honours to his age 
Than man could give him, he dy'd, fearing God. 

C^T. After my death I wifh no other herald, 
No other fpeaker of my living adlions, 
To keep mine honour from corruption, 
But fuch an honed chronicler as Griffith. 
Whom I moft hated living, thou haft made me, 
With thy religious truth, and modefty, 
Now in his afhes honour: Peace be with him!.. 
Patience, be near me ftill ; and fet me lower : 
I have not long to trouble thee.Good Griffith, 

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Cause the musicians play me that fad note 

I nam'd nay knell, whilft I fit meditating 

On that celeftial harmony I go to. 

[Woman composes her. Sad and folemn Mustek. 
GRI. She is afleep : Good wench, let's fit down quiet, 

For fear we wake her : foftly, gentle Patience. 

Enter (at in Piston) folemnly, tripping one after ano- 
ther, fex Perjonages, clad in white Robes, wearing on their 
Heads Gar land i of 'Bays ; and go! den Vizards on their Facet; 
Branches of Bays, or Palm, in their Hands They firft con- 
gee unto her, then dance : and, at certain Changes, the two 
frft hold afpare Garland over her Head; at which, the 
other four make reverendCurtJies: Then the tivo, that held 
the Garland, deliver the fame to the other next tivo ; 'who 
observe the Jame Order in their Changes, and holding the 
Garland over her Head: Which done, they deliver the fame 
Garland to the lafl tivo ; who likewise observe the fame 
Order. At which, (as it were by Infpiration] Jhe makes, 
in her Sleep, Signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her Hands 
to Heaven. And Jo in their dancing they vanijb, carrying 
the Garland with them. 

CAT. Spirits of peace, {Jlarting out of her Sleep} where 
axe ye ? Are ye all gone ? 

And leave me here in wretchednefs behind yc? 
Gut. Madam, we are here. 
CAT. It is not you I call for : 

Saw ye none enter, fmce I flepc? 
GRI. None, madam. 
CAT:. No? Saw you not, even now, a blefled troop 

Invite me to a banquet: whose bright faces 

Caft thousand beams upon me, like the fun? 

They promis'd me eternal happineiii 

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And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel 
I am not worthy yet to wear: 1 (hall, 

G.RJ. I am moft joyful, madam, fuch good dreams 
Possefs your f?ncy. 

CAT, Bid the musick leave, 
They are harm and heavy to me. \Muslck ceafes. 

PAT:. " Do you note," 

" How much her grace is alter'd on the fudden ?" 
<l How long her face is drawn ? How pale me looks," 
* And of an earthy cold? Mark rou her eyes r" 

GUI. " Sne is going, wench ; pray, pray." 

P^r. " Heaven comfort her!" 

Enter a Gentleman. 

Gen. An't like your grace, 

C^r. You are a faucy fellow ; 
Deserve we no more reverence? 

CRT. You're to blame, 

Knowing (he will not lose her wonted greatnefs, 
To use (o rude behaviour: go to, kneel. 

Gen. I humbly do entreat your highnefs' pardon ; 
My hafte made me unmannerly: There is flaying 
A gentleman, fent from the king, to fee you. 

CAT. Admit him entrance, Griffith : Bat this fellow 
Let me ne'er fee again. [Exeunt GRI. and Gen. 

Re-enter GRIFFITH, nuith CAPUCIUS. 
If my fight fail net, 

You mould be lord ambaflador from the emperor, 
My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. 

CJP. Madam, the fame, yourfervant. 

C*r. O my lord, 
The times, and titles, now are alter'd ftrangely 

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With me, fince firft you knew me. But, I pray you, 
What is your pleasure with me? 

CAP. Noble lady, 

Firft, mine own fervice to your grace; the next, 
The king's requeft that I would visit you; 
Who grieves much for your weaknefs, and by me 
Sends you his princely commendations, 
And heartily entreats you take good comfort. 

CAT. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late; 
'Tis like a pardon after execution : 
That gentle physick, given in time, had cur'd me; 
But now I am part all comforts here, but prayers. 
How does his highnefs? 

CAP. Madam, in good health. 

CAT. So may he ever do ! and ever flourifh, 
When I (hall dwell with worms, and my poor name 
Banim'd the kingdom ! _ Patience, is that letter, 
I caus'd you write, yet fent awayr 4 

PAT. No, madam. [reaching it. 

CAT. Sir, I moil humbly pray you to deliver 
This =j= to my lord the king : 

CAP. Moft willingly, madam. 

CAT. In which I have commended to his goodnefs 
The model of our chart loves, his young daughter: 
The dews of heaven fall thick in bleflings on her! 
Befeeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; 
(She is young, and of a noble modeft nature; 
I hope, (he will deserve well) and a little 
To love her for her mother's fake, that lov'd him, 
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition 
Is, that his noble grace would have fome pity 
Upon my wretched women, that fo long 

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Have followed both my fortunes faithfully: 
Of which there is not one, I dare avow, 
(And now I (hould not lie) but will deserve, 
For virtue, and true beauty of the foul, 
For honefty, and decent carriage, 
A right good hufband; let him be a noble; 
And, fure, those men are happy that mail have 'em. 
The laft is, for my men ; they are the pooreft, 
But poverty could never draw 'em from me; 
That they may have their wages duly pay'd 'em, 
And fomething over to remember me by : 
If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, 
And able means, we had not parted thus. 
These are the whole contents : And, good my lord, 
By that you love the deareft in this world, 
As you wifh chriftian peace to fouls departed, 
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king 
To do me this laft right. 
, CAP. By heaven, I will ; 
Or let me lose the fafliion of a man. 

CAT. I thank you, honeft lord. Remember me 
In all humility unto his highnefs : 
Say, his long trouble now is paffing from Ijim 
Out of this world; tell him, in death I bleff'd him, 
For fo I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewel, 
My lord Griffith, farewel. Nay, Patience, 
You muft not leave me yet. I mult to bed ; 
Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench, 
Let me be us'd with honour ; ftrew me over 
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know 
I was a chaft wife to my grave : embalm me. 
Then lay me forth ; although unqueen'd, yet like 

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A queen, and daughter to a king, interr me. 

1 can no more. [Exeunt, leading Catherine. 

Acr v. 

S CENE I. Gallery in the Palace. 

Enter GARDINER Bijbop of Winchefter, a Page nvitb * 

Torch before him, met by Sir Thomas LOVEL, 

GAR. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not? 

Pag. It hath ftrook. 

GAR. These fhould be hours for neceflhies, 
Not for delights; times to repair our nature 
With comforting repose, and not for us 
To wafte these times Good hour of night, fir Thomas! 
Whither fo late? 

Lor. Came you from the king, my lord ? 

GAR. I did, fa Thomas; and left him at primero 
With the duke of Suffolk. 

Lor. 1 muft to him too, 
Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. 

GAR. Not yet, fir Thomas Level. What's the matter? 
It feems, you are in halle : an if there be 
No great offence belongs to't, give your friend 
Some touch of your late businefs: Affairs, that walk 
(As, they fay, fpirits do) at midnight, have 
In them a wilder nature, than the businefs 
That feeks difpatch by day. 

Lor. My lord, I love you; 
And durft commend a fecret to your ear 
Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labouT, 
They fay, in great extremity; and fear'd, 

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She'll with the labour end. 

GJR. The fruit, (he goes with, 
I pray for heartily ; that it may find 
Good time, and live: but for the ftock, fir Thomas, 
1 wi(h it grub'd up now. 

Lor. Methinks, I could 
Cry the amen; and yet my confcience fays 
She's a good creature, and, fweet lady, does 
Deserve our better wifties. 

GAR. But, fir, fir, 

Hear me, fir Thomas: you're a gentleman 
Of mine own way, I know you wise, religious; 
And let me tell you, it will ne'er be well, 
'Twill not, fir Thomas Lwel, take't of me, 
'Till Cranmer, Cromwel, her two hands, and me, 
Sleep in their graves. 

Lov. Now, fir, you fpeak of two 
The moft remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Cram-ive!," 
Befide that of the jewel-houfe, f>e is made matter 
O 'the rolls, and the king's fecretary ; further, fir, 
Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments, 
With which the time will load him : The arch-bifliop 
Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare fpeak 
One fyllable againft him ? 

GAR . Yes, yes, fir Thomas, 
There are that dare; and I myfelf have ventur'd 
To fpeak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day, 
Sir, ([ may tell it you) I think, I have 
Incenf 'd the lords o'tne council, that he is 
(For fo I know he is, they know he is) 
A moft arch heretick, a peftilence 
That does infeft the land: with which they moved, 

the Lime 

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Have broken with the king; who hath Co far 
Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace, 
And princely care; fore-feeing those fell mifchiefs, 
Our reasons lay'd before him) fje hath commanded, 
To-morrow morning to the council-board 
He be convented. He's a rank weed, fir Thomas, 
And we mult root him out. From your affairs 
I hinder you too long : good night, fir Thomas. 

Lov. Many good nights, my lord ; I reft your fervant. 
[Exeunt GARDINER, and Page. At Lovel it going out, 
Enter the King, and the Duke o/"SuFFOLK, 
as neiv risen from Play. 

Kin. Charles, I will play no more to-night ; 
My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. 

SUF. Sir, I did never win of you before. 

Kin. But little, Charles; 
Nor (hall not, when my fancy's on my play._ 
Now, Love/, from the queen what is the news? 

Lov. I could not perfonally deliver to her 
What you commanded me, but by her woman 
I fent your meflage; who return'd her thanks 
In the great'it humblenefs, and desir'd your highnefs 
Mod heartily to pray for her. 

Kin. Whatfay'ftthou?h a ! 
To pray for her? what, is (he crying out? [made 

Lor. So faid her woman ; and that her fufferance 
Almoft each pang a death. 

Km. Alas, good lady! 

Sue . God fafely quit her of her burthen, and 
With gentle travel, to the glading of 
Your highnefs with an heir! 

Kin. 'Tis midnight, Charles, 

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Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember 
The eilate of my poor queen. Leave me alone ; 
For I muft think of that, which company 
Would not be friendly to. 

SUF. I wifh your highnefs 
A quiet night, and my good miftrefs will 
Remember in my prayers. 

Kin. Charles, good night. [Exit SUFFOLK. 

Enter Sir Antony DENNY. 
Well, fir, what follows? 

DEN. Sir, I have brought my lord the arch-bifhop, 
As you commanded me. 

Kin. Ha! Canterbury? 

DEK. Ay, my good lord. 

Km. 'Tis true : Where is he, Denny ? 

DEK. He attends your highnefs' pleasure. 

Km. Bring him to us. [Exit DENNY. 

Lor. " This is about that which the bifhop fpake;" 
" I am happily come hither." 

Re-enter DENNY, <witb CRANMER. 

Kin. Avoid the gallery. [Lovel Jetmetb to flay .] Ha! 

I have faid. Begone. 
What! [Exeunt LOVEL, and DENNY. 

CRA. " I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus: " 
" 'Tis his afpeft of terror. All's not well." 

Kin. How now, my lord ? You do desire to know 
Wherefore I fent for you. 

CRA. It is my duty, 
To attend your highnefs' pleasure. 

Kin. Pray you, arise, 
My good and gracious lord of Canterbury. 
Come, you and I muft walk a turn together; 

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J have news to tell you : Come, come, give me your hand. 

Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I fpeak, 

And am right forry to repeat what follows : 

1 have, and moft unwillingly, of late 

Heard many grievous, I do fay, my lord, 

Grievous complaints of you ; which, being confider'd, 

Have mov'd us and our council, that you (hall 

This morning come before us ; where, i know, 

You cannot with fuch freedom purge yourfelf, 

But that, 'till further trial, in those charges 

Which will require your anfwer, you mult take 

Your patience to you, and be well contented 

To make your houfe our tower: you a brother of us, 

It fits we thus proceed, or elfe no witnefs 

Would come againft you. 

CRA. I humbly thank your highnefs ; 
And am right glad to catch this good occasion 
Moll throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff 
And corn (hall fly afunder : for, I know, 
There's none ftands under more calumnious tongues, 
Than I myfelf, poor man. 

Kin. Stand up, good Canterbury; 
Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted 
In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, ftand up; 
Pr'ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, 
What manner of man are you ? My lord, I look'd 
You would have given me your petition, that 
1 mould have ta'en fome pains to bring together 
Yourfelf and your accusers; and to have heard you, 
Without indurance, further. 

CRA. Moft dread liege, 
The good I ftand on is my truth, ?nd honefty ; 


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If they ftall fail, I, with mine enemies, 
Will triumph o'er my perfon ; which I weigh not, 
Being of those virtues vacant. 1 fear nothing 
What can be faid againft me. 

Kin. Know you not 

How your ftate ftands i'the world, with the whole world? 
Your enemies many, and not fmall; their practices 
Muft bear the fame proportion : and not ever 
The juflice and the truth o'the queftion carries 
The due o'the verdict with it : At what ease 
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt 
To fwear againft you? fuch things have been done. 
You are potently oppos'd, and with a malice 
Of as great fize: Ween you of better luck, 
I mean, in perjur'd witnefs, than your mafter, 
Whose minifter you are, whiles here he liv'd 
Upon this naughty earth ? Go to, go to ; 
You take a precipice for no leap of danger, 
And woo your own deflrudtion. 

CRA. God, and your majefty, 
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into 
The trap is lay'd for me. 

Kin. Be of good cheer ; 

They ftiall no more prevail, than we give way to. 
Keep comfort to you; and this morning fee 
You do appear before them : if they mail chance r 
In charging you with matters, to commit you, 
The beft perfuasions to the contrary 
Fail not to use, and with what vehemency 
The occasion mall inftruft you: if entreaties 
Will render you no remedy, this =}* ring 
Deliver them, and your appeal to us 

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Henry VIII. 95 

There make before them. Look, the good m*n weeps! 

He's honeft, on mine honour. God's bleft mother! 

I fwear, he is true-hearted ; and a foul 

None better in my kingdom. _ Get you gone, 

And do as I have bid you._ He has ftrangl'd 

His language in his tears. [Exit CR ANMER. 

Gen. [within] Come back ; What mean you ? 
Enter old Lady, Lo v E L following. 

o. L. I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring 
Will make my boldnefs manners Now, 
Fly o'er thy royal head, and fhade thy perfba 
Under their blefled wings! 

Kin. Now, by thy looks 
I guefs thy meflage. Is the queen deliver'd? 
Say, ay; and of a boy. 

o. L. Ay, ay, my liege; 
And of a lovely boy; The God of heaven 
Both now and ever blefs her ! 'tis a girl, 
Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen 
Desires your visitation, and to be 
Acquainted with this ftranger; 'tis as like you, 
As cherry is to cherry. 

Kin. Lo<vei,~ 

Lov. Sir. 

Kin. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen. 

[Exit King. 

o L. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll have more. 
An ordinary groom is for fuch payment. 
I will have more, or fcold it out of him. 
Said I for this, the girl was like to him? I'll 
Have more, or elfe unfay't : now, while 'tis hot, 
I'll put it to the iflue. [Exeunt. 

Ji unfay't: and now 

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SCENE II. The council-Chamber. 

Chair, under a State, for the King; beneath, 

aTable: Chamber-keeper attending. Servants 

at the Door without ; to ivhich, 

Enter C R A N M E R . 

CRA. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the gentleman, 
That was fent to me from the council, pray'd me 
To make great hafte. All faft ? what means this : _ Hoa I 
Who waits there? Sure, you know me? 

Kee. Yes, my lord ; 
But yet I cannot help you. 

CRA. Why? 

Enter Doff or BUTTS. 

Kee. Your grace 
Muft wait 'till you be call'd for. 

CRA. So. 

Bur. This is a piece of malice. I am glad, 
I came this way fo happily : The king 
Shall underftand it presently. [Exit Burrt. 

CRA. 'Tis Butts, 

The king's physician ; as he pafT'd along, 
How earneftly he caft his eyes upon me : 
Pray heaven, he found not my difgrace! For certain, 
This is of purpose lay'd, By fome that hate me, 
(God turn their hearts ! I never fought their malice) 
To quench mine honour : they would fhame to make me 
Wait elfe at door; a fellow counfellor, 
Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures 
Muft be fulfil'd, and I attend with patience. 

Enter the King, and BUTTS, at a Window above. 

JSvT. I'll (hew your grace the ftrangeft fight,~* 

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Kit. What's that, Butts ? 

Bur. I think, your highnefs faw this many a day. 
Kin. Body o' me, where is it ? 
Buf. There, ~J~ my lord : 

The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury ; 
Who holds his ilate at door, 'mongft purfuivants, 
Pages, and foot-boys. 

Kin. Ha ! 'Tis he, indeed : 
Is this the honour they do one another? 
'Tis well, there's one above 'em yet. I had thought, 
They had parted fo much honeily among 'em, 
(At leaft, good manners) as not thus to fuffer 
A man of his place, and fo near our favour, 
To dance attendance on their lordfhips' pleasures, 
And at the door too, like a poft with packets. 
By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery : 
Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain clofe ; 
We (hall hear more anon. [Curtain drawn. 

Enter the Lord Chancellor, Duke of 

SUFFOLK, Duke o/"N o R F o \. K , Earl o/~S u R R E Y, 

Lord Chamberlain, GARDINER, dWCROMWEL. 

The Lord Chancellor places himfelf at the upper End 

of the Table on the left Hand, a Seat being left void 

above him as for the Arch-bijhop ^/"Canterbury; 

the reft feat them/elves in Order on each Side> 

Cromwel at lower End, as Secretary. 
Chan. Speak to the businefs, Mr. fecretary; 
Why are we met in council ? 
CRO. Please your honours, 

The chiefeft cause concerns his grace of Canterbury. 
GJR. Has he had knowledge of it? 
CRO. Yes. 

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NOR. Who waits there ? 

Kee. Without, my noble lords ? 

GAR. Yes. 

Kee. My lord arch-bifliop ; 
And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures. 

Cba*. Let him come in. 

Kee. Your grace may enter now. 

Cranmer approaches the Council Table. 

Cba*. My good lord arch-bi(hop, I am very forry 
To fit here at this present, and behold 
That "{"chair ftand empty: But we all are men, 
In our own natures frail, and capable 
Of our flefh; few are angels: out of which frailty, 
And want of wisdom, you, that belt fhould teach us, 
Have mifdemean'd yourfelf, and not a little, 
Toward the king firft, then his laws, in filling 
The whole realm, by your teaching, and your chaplains', 
(For fo we are inform d) with new opinions, 
Divers, and dangerous ; which are herefies, 
And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious. 

GAS.. Which reformation mult be fudden too, 
My noble lords : for those, that tame wild horfes, 
Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle; 
But flop their mouths with ftubborn bits, and fpur 'em, 
'Till they obey the manage. If we fuffer 
(Out of our easinefs, and childifh pity 
To one man's honour) this contagious ficknefs, 
Farewel all physick : And what follows then ? 
Commotions, uproars, and a general taint 
Of the whole ftate: as, of late days, our neighbours, 
The upper Germany, can dearly witnefs, 
Yet freftily pity'd in our memories. 

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CRA My good lords, hitherto, in all the progrefs 
Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, 
And with no little ftudy, that my teaching, 
And the ftrong courfe of my authority, 
Mi^ht go one way, and fafely ; and the end 
Was ever, to do well : nor is there living 
(1 fpeak it with a (ingle heart, my lords) 
A man, that more detefts, more ftirs againft, 
Both in his private confdence, and his place, 
Defacers of a publick peace, than I do. 
Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart 
With lefs allegiance in it ! Men, that make 
Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment, 
Dare bite the belt. I do befeech your lordfhips, 
That, in this cafe of juftice, my accusers, 
Be what they will, may (land forth face to face, 
And freely urge againft me. 

SUF. Nay, my lord, 
That cannot be ; you are a counfellor, 
And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. [ment, 

GAR . My lord, because we have businefs of more mo- 
We will be mort with you. 'Tis his highnefs' pleasure, 
And our confent, for better trial of you, 
From hence you be committed to the tower; 
Where being bat a private man again, 
You (hall know many dare accuse you boldly, 
More than, I fear, you are provided for. 

CRA. Ah, my good lord of Wincbefler, I thank you, 
You are always my good friend ; if your will pafs, 
I (hall both find your lordfhip judge and juror, 
You are fo merciful: I fee your end, 
'Tis my undoing : Love, and meeknefs, lord, 

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Become a churchman better than ambition; 
Win ftraying fouls with modefty again, 
Call none away. That I fliall clear myfelf, 
Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience, 
J make as little doubt, as you do confcience 
]n doing daily wrongs. 1 could fay more, 
But reverence to your calling makes me modeft. 

GAR. My lord, my lord, you are a fe&ary, 
That's the plain truth; your painted glofs difcovers, 
To men that underftand you, words and weaknefs. 

CRO. My lord of Winchejier, you are a little, 
By your good favour, too fharp ; men lo noble, 
However faulty, yet fhould find refpeft 
For what they have been : 'tis a cruelty, 
To load a falling man. 

GAS.. Good Mr. fecretary, 
I cry your honour mercy ; you may, worft 
Of all this table, fay fo. 

CRO. Why, my lord? 

GAR . Do not I know you for a favourer 
Of this new feft ? ye are not found. 

CRO. Not found ? 

GAR. Not found, I fay. 

CRO. 'Would you were half fo honeft ! 
Men's prayers then would feek you, not their fears. 

GAR. I (hall remember this bold language. 

CRO. Do: 
Remember your bold life too. 

Cha n . This is too much ; 
Forbear, for fhame, my lords. 

GAR. I have done. 

CRO. And I. 

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Henry VIII. 101 

Chan. Then thus for you, my lord, It ftands agreed, 
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith 
You be convey'd to the tower a prisoner; 
There to remain, 'till the king's further pleasure 
Be known unto us : Are you all agreed, lords? 

all. We are. 

CRA. Is there no other way of mercy, 
But 1 muft needs to the tower, my lords? 

GAR. What other 

Would you expedl ? You're ftrangely troublefome : 
Let fome o'the guard be ready there. 

CRA. For me? 

Enter Guard. 
Muft I go like a traitor thither? 

GAR. Receive him, 
And fee him fafe i' the tower. 

CRA. Stay, good my lords, 
I have a little yet to fay. Look there, my lords; 
By virtue of that ^ ring, I take my cause 
Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it 
To a molt noble judge, the king my mafter. 

Cba. This is the king's ring. 

SUR. 'Tis no counterfeit. 

SUF . 'Tis the right ring, by heaven : I told ye all, 
When we firft put this dangerous ftone a rowling, 
'Twould fall upon ourfelves. 

NOR. Do you think, my lords, 
The king will fufFer but the little finger 
Of this man to be vex'd? 

Cha. *Tis now too certain : 
How much more is his life in value with him? 
'Would I were fairly out on't. 

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102 Henry VIII. 

CKO. My mind gave me, 
In feeking tales, and informations, 
Againft this man, (whose honefty the devil 
And his difciples only envy at) 
Ye blew the fire that burns ye : Now have at ye. 
Enter King, frowning on them ; taket bis Seat. 

GjtR. Dread fovereign, how much are we bound to 
In daily thanks, that gave us fuch a prince ; [heaven 
Not only good and wise, but moft religious : 
One that, in all obedience, makes the church 
The chief aim of his honour; and, to ttrengthen 
That holy duty, out of dear refpeft, 
His royal felf in judgment comes to hear 
The cause betwixkher and this great offender. 

Kin. You were ever good at fudden commendations, 
Bifhop of Wincbefter. But know, I come not 
To hear fuch flatteries now, and in my presence ; 
They are too thin and bafe to hide offences, 
To me you cannot reach : Yon play the fpaniel, 
And think with waging of your tongue to win me; 
But, whatfoe'er thon tak'ft me for, 1 am fure, 
Thou haft a cruel nature, and a bloody 
Good man, fit down. Now let me fee the proudeft 
He, that dares moft, but wag his finger at thee : 
By all that's holy, he had better ftarve, 
Than but once think this place becomes thee not. 

Sun . May it please your grace, 

Kin. No, fir, it does not please me. 
I had thought, I had had men of fome underftanding 
And wisdom of my council; but I find none. 
Was it difcretion, lords, to let this man, 
This good man, (few of you deserve that title) 

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Henry VIIT. ro3 

This honeft man, wait like a lousy foot -boy 
At chamber door? and one as great as you are? 
Why, what a fhame was this ? Did my commiflion 
Bid ye fo far forget yourfelves ? I gave ye 
Power as he was a counfellor to try him, 
Not as a groom : There's fome of ye, I fee, 
More out of malice than integrity, 
Would try him to the utmoft, had ye mean; 
Which ye fhall never have, while I live. 

Cba". Thus far, 

My moft dread fovereign, may it like your grace 
To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd, 
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather 
(If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, 
And fair purgation to the world, than malice; 
I am fure, in me. 

Kin. Well, well, my lords, refpefl him ; 
Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it: 
1 will fay thus much for him, If a prince ' 
May be beholding to a fubjedl, I 
Am, for his love and fervice, fo to him. 
Make me no more ado, but all embrace him ; 
Be friends, for fhame, my lords. _ My lord of Canterbury y 
I have a fuit which you muft not deny me: 
There is a fair young maid, that yet wants baptism ; 
You muft be godfather, and anfwer for her. 

CRA. The greateft monarch now alive may glory 
In fuch an honour; How may I deserve it, 
That am a poor and humble fubjefl to you ? 

Kin. Come, come, my lord, you'd fpare your fpoons : 

you mall have [folk, 

Two noble partners with you; the old dutchefs of Nor- 

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104 Henry VIII. 

And lady marquifs Dor/et; Will these please you ? 
Once more, my lord of Wincbefler, I charge you, 
Embrace, and love, this man. 

GAR. With a true heart, 
And brother's love, I do it. 

CRJ. And let heaven 
Witnefs, how dear I hold this confirmation. 

Kin. Good man, those joyful tears fliew thy true heart. 
The common voice, I fee, isverify'd 
Of thee, which fays thus, Do my lord of Canterbury 
A Jhreiud turn, and be is your friend for ever 
Come, lords, we trifle time away ; I long 
To have this young one made a chriftian. 
As I have made ye one, lords, one remain ; 
So I grow ftronger, you more honour gain. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Court of the Palace. 

Noise and Tumult within. Enter Porter, 

and hi i Man. 

Par. You'll leave your noise 
Anon, ye rafcals : Do you take the court 
For Paris-garden i ye rude flaves, leave your gaping. 

within. Good Mr. porter, I belong to the larder. 

For. Belong to the gallows, and be hang'd, you rogue : 
Is this a place to roar in ? 

Fetch me a dozen crab-tree ftaves, and ftrong ones ; 
These are but fwitches to 'em. 

I'll fcratch your heads : You muft be feeing chriftnings ? 
Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rafcals ? 

Man. Pray, fir, be patient; 'tis as much impoiTible, 
(Unlefs we fweep 'em from the door with cannons) 
To fcatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em fleep 

** Parifh Garden 

Henry VIII. 105 

On May-day morning, which will never be: 
We may as well pufh againft Paul's, as ftir 'em. 

Par. How got they in, and be hang'd? 

Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in? 
As much as one found cudgel of four foot 
(You fee'j' the poor remainder) could diitribute, 
1 made no fpare, fir. 

Par. You did nothing, fir. 

Man. I am not Samf/on, nor fir Gy, nor Colbrand, 
To mow 'em down before me: but, if I fpar'd 
Any, that had a head to hit, either young 
Or old, he or (he, cuckold or cuckold-maker, 
Let me ne'er hope to fee a chine again; 
And that I would not for a cow, God fave her. 

luittrim* Do you hear, Mr. porter? 

Par. I mall be with you presently, 
Good Mr. puppy Keep the door clofe, firrah. 

Man, What would you have me do ? 

Par. What (hould you do, 

But knock 'em down by the dozens ?_Is this MorejfeUs, 
To mufter in ? or have we fome ftrange Indian, [us ? 
Wi'the great tool, come to court, the women fo befiege 
Blefs me, 

What a fry of fornication is at door ! 
O'my chriltian confcience, this one chriftning will 
Beget a thousand ; here will be father, godfather, 
And all together. 

Man. The fpoons will be the bigger, fir. 
There is a fellow lomewhat near the door, 
He mould be a brazier by his face, 
For, o'my confcience, twenty of the dog-dajrs 
Now reign in his nose; all that ftand about him are 

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Under the line, they need no other penance : 

That fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, 

And three times was his nose difcharg'd againft me; 

He ftands there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us. 

There was a haberdaiher's wife of fmall wit 

Near him, that rail'd upon me, 

'Till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, 

For kindling fuch combuftion in the ftate : 

I miff'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, 

Who cry'd out, clubs! when I might fee from far 

Some forty trnncheoneers draw to her fuccour, [ter'd : 

Which were the hope o'the Strand where flie was quar- 

They fell on, I made good my place; at length 

They came to the broom-ftaff wi'me, I defy'd 'em ftillj 

When fuddenly a file of boys behind 'em, 

Loofe fhot, deliver'd fuch a (hower of pebbles, 

That I was fain to draw mine honour in, 

And let 'em win the work : 

The devil was amongft 'em, I think, furely. [houfe, 

For. These are the youths that thunder at a play- 
And fight for bitten apples ; that no audience, 
But the ftoett tribulation of Tower-hill, 
Or the limbs of Lime-houfe, their dear brothers, are 
Able to endure. I have fome of 'em in Limbo 
Pairum, and there they are like to dance these three days ; 
Befides the running banquet of two beadles, 
That is to come. 

Enter the Lord Chamberlain. 

Ct>a. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here! 
They grow ftill too, from all parts they are coming, 
As if we kept a fair! Where are these porters, 
These lazy knaves?_Ye've made a fine hand, fellows* 

8 fuch a com- '+ flaffe to me 

Henry VIII. 107 

There's a trim rabble let in- Are all these 
Your faithful friends o'the fuburbs? We fhail have 
Great Itore of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, 
When they pafs back from the chriftning- 

For. An't please your honour, 
We are but men ; and what fo many may do, 
Not being torn a pieces, we have done : 
An army cannot rule 'em. 

Cba. As I live, 

If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all 
By the heels, and fuddenly; and on your heads 
Clap round fines, for negleft: Y'are lazy knaves; 
And here ye lye baiting of bombards, when 
Ye mould do fervice. Hark, the trumpets found; 
They're come already from the chriftening : 
Go, break among the preafe, and find a way out 
To let the troop pafs fairly; or I'll find 
A Marjbalfea, (hall hold you play these two months. 

[Exit Chamberlain. 

For. Make way there for the princefs. 

Man. You great fellow, 
Stand clofe up, or I'll make your head ake. 

Par. You i'the chamblet, 
Get up o'the rail, I'll peck you o'er the pales elfe. 

[Exeunt, forcing back the Croud f 

SCENEIV. The fame. 
Enter 'Trumpets, founding ; then fwo Alder 'men, 
Lord Mayor, Garter, C R A N M E R , Duke of Nor- 
foik with his Mar/baft Staff, Duke of Suffolk, 
tnuo Noblemen bearing great Jlanding Bowls for 
the chriftning Gifts; then four Noblemen bearing 

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a Canopy, under which theDutchefs of Norfolk* 
Godmother i tearing the Child richly habited in a 
Mantle &c. Train torn by a Lady : then follow 
the Marchionefi Dorfet, the other Godmother, and 
Ladies. Troop halts, and Garter advances. 

Gar. Heaven, from thyendlefs goodnefs, fend prof- 
perous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty 
princefs of England, Elizabeth ! 

Flour ijh. Enter King, and Train. 

CRA. And to your royal grace, and the good queen, 
My noble partners, and myfelf, thus pray; 
All comfort, joy, in this mod gracious lady, 
Heaven ever lay'd up to make parents happy, 
May hourly fall upon ye! 

Kin. Thank you, good lord arch-bifhop : 
What is her name? 

CRA. Elizabeth. 

Kin. Stand op, lord._^ 

With this-fkifs take my blefling: God protea thee! 
Into whose hand I give thy life. 

CRA. Amen ! 

Kin. My noble goflips, ye have been too prodigal: 
I thank ye heartily; fo fhall this lady, 
When (he has fo much Englijh. 

CRA. Let me fpeak, fir, 

For heaven now bids me ; and the words I utter 
Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth. 
This royal infant, (heaven ftill move about her!) 
Though in her cradle, yet now promises 
Upon this land a thousand thousand bieflings, 
Which time fhall bring to ripenefs: She (hall be 
(But few now living can behold that goodnefs) 

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A pattern to all princes living with her, 

And all that fhali fucceed : Sheba was never 

More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, 

Than this pure foul (hall be: all princely grace?, 

That mould up fuch a mighty piece as this is, 

With all the virtues that attend the good, 

Shall llill be doubl'd on her: truth mall nurfe her, 

Holy and heavenly thoughts (till counfel her: 

She (hsll be lov'd, and fcar'd: her own (hall blefs her; 

Her foes {hake like a field of beaten corn, 

And hang their heads withforrow: Good grows with her: 

In her days, every man fhall eat in fafety, 

Under his own vine, what he plants; and fing 

The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours : 

God mall be truly known; and those about her 

From her mall read the perfect way of honour, 

And by that claim their greatnefs, not by blood. 

[Nor thall this peace fieep with her: But as when 

The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, 

Her afhes new create another heir, 

As great in admiration as herfelf; 

So (hall (he leave her bleflednefs to om?, 

(When heaven ihall call her from this cloud of darknefs) 

Who, from the facred aflies of her honour, 

Shall liar- like rise, as great in fame as (he was, 

And fo ftand nx'd : peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, 

That were the fervants to this chosen infant, 

Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him ; 

Wherever the bright fun of heaven (hall mine, 

His honour, and the greatnefs of his name, 

Shall be, and make new nations: he ihall flourifh, 

And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches 

* Sal-a 17 by thofe 


I io Henry VIII. 

To all the plains about him : Our children's children 
Shall fee this, and blefs heaven. 

Kin. Thou fpeakeft wonders.] 

CRJ. She (hall he, to the happinefs of England, 
An aged princefs ; many da)s lhall fee her, 
And yet no day without a deed to crown it. 
'Would 1 had known no more ! but (he muft die, 
She muft, the faints muft have her; yet a virgin, 
A pure unfpotted liily (hall fhe pafs 
To the ground, and all the world fhall mourn her. 

Kin. O lord arch-bifhop, 
Thou haft made me now a man ; never, before 
This happy child, did I get any thing: 
This oracle of comfort has fo pleas'd me, 
That, when I am in heaven, 1 ihall desire 
To fee what this child does, and praise my maker 
I thank ye all. To you, my good lord mayor, 
And your good brethren, I am much beholding; 
I have receiv'd much honour by your presence, 
And ye fhall find me thankful Lead the way, lord;_ 
Ye muft all fee the queen, and fhe muft thank ye, 
She will be fick elfe. This day, no man think 
He has businefs at his houfe ; for all fhall flay, 
This little one lhall make it holiday. [Exeunt. 


'Tis ten to one, this play can never please 
All that are here: Some come to take their ease, 
And fleep an al or two ; bat those, we fear, 
We have frighted with our trumpets ; fo, 'tis clear, 

8 you good 

Henry VIII. 1 1 1 

They'll fay, 'tis naught : others, to hear the city 
Abus'd extremely, and to cry, that's witty; 
Which we have not done neither: that, I fear, 
All the expefted good we are like to hear 
For this play at this time, is only in 
The merciful conftruftion of good women ; 
For fuch a one we (hew'd 'em : ff they fmile, 
And fay, 'twill do, I know, within a while 
All the heft men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, 
If they hold, when their ladies bid 'em clap. 


Perfons represented. 

Caius Marcius Coriolanus, a noble Roman, 

bated by the common People. 

Cominius, 1 Generals again/1 the Volcians, 
Titus Lartius, \ and Friend* to Coriolanus. 
Menenius Agrippa, Friend to Coriolanus. 
Sicinius Velutus, 7 Tribunes of the People, and 
Junius Brutus, j Enemies to Coriolanus. 
Boy, Son to Coriolanus. 

Senators, two ; Officers of the Senate, fwo ; Citizens* 
Jix; Soldiers, three; a Patrician, JEdile, Herald, 
Officer, Spy, and eight MeJJengers, Romans. 
Tullus Aufidius, General of the Volcians. 
Senators of Corioli, tnvo; efAntium, three: Ser<vantt 
tf Aufidius, three; Friends of the fame, Confpirators 
againft Marcius, three; a Citizen o^Antium, Officer* 
Soldier, Spy, and two Guards, Volcians. 

Volumnia, Mother to Coriolarms : 
Virgilia, his Wife. 
Valeria, Friend to Virgilia. 
fientlenueman, attending Virgilia. 

Roman Ladies, Patricians, .fiLdilts, Li 3 or s, &c. 

Senators, and Citizens, Officers, Soldiers, 

&c. Roman and Volcian. 

Scene, difperfd: in Rome, Antium, and Corioli j and 
in the Roman and Vofcian Ytrrittntt* 



SCENE I. Rome. A Street. 

Enter a Company of mutinous Citizens, tuitb 

Staves, Clubs, and other Weapons. 

l. C. Before we proceed any farther, hear me (peak, 
-.peak, fpeak. 
'ou are all resolv'd rather to die than to fam- 

alL Speak, fpeak. 
i. C. You 


all. Resolv'd, resolv'd. 

i. C. Firft, you know, CaiusMarciut is chief enemy 
to the people. 

all. We know't, we know't. 

1 . C. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our 
own price. Is't a verdift ? 

all. No more talking on't ; let it be done : away, 

2. C. One word, good citizens. 

i. C. We are accounted poor citizens; the patrici- 
ans, good What authority furfeits on, would relieve us : 
If chey would yield us but the fupcrfluity, while it were 

4 Coriolanus. 

wholfome, we might guefs they relieved us humanely: 
but they think, we are too dear: the leannefs that 
afflifts us, the objeft of our misery, is as an inventory 
to particularize their abundance ; our fufferance is a gain 

to them : Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we 

become rakes: for the gods know, I fpeak this in hunger 
for bread, not in thirft for revenge. 

2. C. Would you proceed efpecially againft Caius 
Martiui ? 

ail. Againft him firfl; he's a very dog to the com- 

2. C. Confideryou what fervices he has done for his 

i. C. Very well ; and could be content to give him 
good report for't, but that he pays himfelf with being 

*U. Nay, but fpeak not malicioufly. 

1 . C. I fay unto you, what he hath done famoufly, 
he did it to that end . though foft-confcienc'd men cnn 
be content to fay, it was for his country, he did it partfy 
to please his mother, and to be proud ; which he is, even 
to the altitude of his virtue. 

2. C. What he cannot help in his nature, you ac- 
count a vice in him : You muft in no way fay, he is co- 

i.C. If I muft not, I need not be barren of accu- 
sations; he hath faults, with furplus, to tire in repeti- 
tion [ Shouts --within.] What ihouts are these. ''The 

other fide o'th' city is risen : Why Itay we prating here 
to th' capitol. 

all. Come, come. 

i . C. Soft j who comes here ? 

Coriolanus. * 


z. C. Worthy Menenius dgrippa ; one that hath al- 
ways lov'd the people. 

i . C. He's one honeft enough ; 'Would, all the reft 
were fo ! 

MEN. What work's, my countrymen, in hand I Where 

go you 
With hats, and clubs ? The matter? Speak, I pray you. 

i. C. Our businefs is not unknown to the fenate; 
they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we intend 
to do, which now we'll (hew them in deeds : They fay, 
poor fuiters have ftrong breaths; they mail know, we 
have Itrong arms too. 

MEN. Why, mafters, my" good friends, mine honeft 

Will you undo yourfelves ? 

i . C. We cannot, fir, we are undone already. 

MEN. I tell you, friends, moil charitable care 
Have the patricians of you. For your wants, 
Your fuffering in this dearth, you may as well 
Strike at the heaven with your ftaves, as lift them 
Againft the Roman (late ; whose courfe will on 
The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs 
Of more Itrong link afunder, than can ever 
.Appear in your impediment : For the dearth, 
The gods, not the patricians, make it ; and 
Your knees to them, not arms, mutt help. Alack, 
You are tranfported by calamity 
Thither where more attends you ; and you flander 
The helms o'the ilate, who care for you like fathers. 
When you curfe them as enemies. 

i . C. Care for us ! True, indeed- they ne'er car'd for 

9 z Cit. Our 

6 Coriolanus. 

us yet. Suffer us to famifh, and their ftore -houses, cram'd 
with grain ; make edifts for usury, to fupport usurers : 
repeal daily any wholefome aft eitablifhed againft the 
rich ; and provide more piercing ftatutes daily, to chain 
up and reftrain the poor : If the wars eat us not up, they 
will ; and there's all the love they bear us. 

MEN. Either you muft 
Confefs yourfelves wond'rous malicious, 
Or be accus'd of folly. 1 (hall tell you 
A pretty tale ; it may be, you have heard it, 
But, fince it ferves my purpose, I will venture 
To ftale't a little more. 

i. C. Well, I'll hear it, fir: yet you muft not think 
to fob off our difgrace with a tale : but, an't please you, 

MEN. There was a time, when all the body's members 
Rebell'd againft the belly; thus accus'd it: 
That only like a gulf it did remain 
J'the midft o'the body, idle and unaftive, 
Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing 
Like labour with the reft ; where the other inftrumenU 
Did fee, and hear, devise, inftruft, walk, feel, 
And mutually participate, did minifter 
Unto the appetite and affeftion common 
Of the whole body. The belly anfwer'd, 

i . C. Well, fir, 
What anfwer made the belly ? 

MEN. Sir, I fhall tell you : With a kind of fmile, 
Which ne'er came from the lungs, hut even thus, 
(For, look you, 1 may make the belly fmile, 
As well as fpeak) it tauntingly reply'd 
To the discontented members, the mutinous parta 

- fcale't 

Coriolanus. 7 

That envy'd his receit ; even fo moft fitly 
As you malign our fenators, for that 
They are not fuch as you. 

i. C. Your belly's anfwer: What! 
The kingly crowned head, the vigilant eye, 
The counfellor heart, the arm our foldier, 
Our Iteed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter, 
With other muniments and petty helps 
]n this our fabrick, if that they 

MEN. What then ?_ 
'Fore me, this fellow fpeaks ! what then ? what then ? 

i. C. Should by the cormorant belly be reftrain'd, 
Who is the fink o'the body, 

MEN. Well, what then? 

i. C The former agents if they did complain, 
What could the belly anfwer? 

Mf.v. I will tell you; 

If you'll beftow a fmall (of what you have little) 
Patience, awhile, you'll hear the belly's anfwer. 

i . C. You're long about it. 

MEN. Note me this, good friend ; 
Your moft grave belly was deliberate, 
Not rafh like his accusers, and thus anfwer'd: 
True is it, my incorporate friends, quoth he, 
That I receive the general food at fir ft, 
V hick you do live upon : and Jit it is; 
Because 1 am the ftore-houje, and the /hop 
Of the whole body : But, if you de rfmfik f>>r, 
I fend it through the riven of your blood 
f.-vfn to the court, the heart, to the feat o'the brain ; 
dnd, through the cranks and offices of man, 
V be Jlrtngeft nerves, and Jmall inftritr vri*t, 

19 vou'ft 

8 Coriolanus. 

From me restive that natural competency 

Whereby they live : And though that all at once, 

You, my good friends, this fays the belly; mark me, 

i. C. Ay, fir; well, well. 

MEN. Though all at once cannot 
See nvhat I do deliver out to each ; 
Yet I can make my audit up, that all 
From me do back receive thefonuer of all, 
And leave me but the bran. What fay you to't ? 

i.C. It was an anfwer: How apply you this ? 

MEN. The fenators of Rome are this good belly, 
And you the mutinous members : For examine 
Their counfels, and their cares ; digeft things rightly, 
Touching the weal o'the common ; you fhall find, 
No publick benefit, which you receive, 
But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, 
And'no way from yourfelves What do you think ? 
You, the great toe of this aflembly f 

i.C. 1 the great toe! Why the great toe ? 

MEN. For that, being one o'the loweft. bafeft, pooreft, 
Of this moft wise rebellion, thou go'ft foremoft ; 
Thou, rafcal, that art firft in blood to run, 
Lead'ft firft, to win fome vantage. 
But make you ready your ftiff bats and clubs ; 
Rome and her rats are at the point of battle, 

The one fide mult have ba!e._Hail, noble Marcius. 

MAR. Thanks. What's the matter, you diffentious 


That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, 
Make yourfelves fcabs. 

I . C. We have ever your good word. 

a* art worft Kaile 

Coriolanus. 9 

MAR . He that will give good words to thee, will flatter 
Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, 
That like nor peace, nor war? the one affrights you, 
The other makes you proud. He that trulls to you, 
Where he fhould rind you lions, finds you hares; 
Where foxes, geefe : You are no furer, no, 
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, 
Or hailftone in the fun. Your virtue is, 
To make him worthy, whose offence fubdues him, 
And curfe that jultice did it. Who deserves greatnefs, 
Deserves your hate: and your affeclions are 
A fick man's appetite, who desires molt that 
Which would encreafe his evil. He that depends 
Upon your favours, fwims with fins of lead, 
And hews down oaks with rufhes. Hang ye! Truft ye? 
With every minute you do change a mind ; 
And call him noble, that was now your hate, 
Him vile, that was your garland. What's the matter, 
That in these feveral places of the city 
You cry againft the noble fenate, who, 
Under the gods, keep you in awe, which elfe 
Would feed on one another ?_What's their feeking? 

MEN. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they fay, 
The city is well llor'd. 

MAR. Hang 'em! They fay? 
They'll fit by the fire, and presume to know 
What's done i'thecapitol : who's like to rise, 
And who declines : fide factions, and give out 
Conjectural marriages; making parties ftrong, 
And ieebling fuch as iland not in their liking, 
Below theircobl'd (hoes. They fay, there's grain enough? 
Would the nobility lay afide their ruth, 

18 Who thrives, And 

io Coriolanus. 

And let me use my fword, I'd make a quarry 
With thousands of these quarier'd Haves, as high 
As I could pitch my lance. 

MEN. Nay, these are almoft thoroughly perfuaded ; 
For though abundantly they lack difcretion, 
Yet are they paffing cowardly. But, I befeech you, 
What fays the other troop ? 

MAR. They're dissolv'd: Hang 'em! 
Theyfaid, they were an-hungry; figh'd forth proverbs ; 
That, hunger broke ftone walls ; that, dogs muft eat; 
That, meat was made for mouths ; that, the gods fent not 
Corn for the rich men only : With these fhreds 
They vented their complainings ; which being anfwer'd, 
And a petition granted them, a ftrange one, 
(To break the heart of generality, 
And make bold power look pale) they threw their caps 
As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, 
Shooting their emulation. 

MEN. What is granted them? 

MAR. Five tribunes, to defend their vulgar wisdoms, 
Of their own choice : One's Junius Brutus, 
Sicinius Velutus, and I know not - S'death ! 
The rabble mould have firft unroof'd the city, 
Ere fo prevail'd with me : it will in time 
Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes 
For infurre&ion's arguing. 

MEN. This is ftrange. 

MAR. Go, get you home, you fragments. 
Enter a Meflenger, hajiiiy. 

Me/. Where's Caius Marcius ? 

MAR . Here : What's the matter ? 

Mef. The news is, fir, the Vokian* are in arms. 

3 pickc -I unroo'ft 

Coriolanus. j 1 

MAR . T am glad on't ; then we (hall have means to vent 
Our mufty fuperfluity : _See, our bell elders- 
Eater certain Senators, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, 
BRUTUS, and Si c i N i u s . 

i. 5. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us, 
The yolcians are in arms. 

MAR. They have a leader, 
Tullui /litfidius, that will put you to't. 
I fin in envying his nobility: 
And were 1 any thing but what I am, 
I would wifh me only he. 

COM. You have fought together. 

MJR. Were half to half the world by the ears, and he 
Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make 
Only my wars with him : He is a lion 
That I am proud to hunt. 

i . S. Then, worthy Marcius, 
Attend upon Cominius to these wars. 

COM. It is your former promise. 

MJR . Sir, it is ; 

And I am conftant. _ Titus Larttus, thou 
Shalt fee me once more ftrike at TulIuS face: 
What, art thou ftiff? ftand'lt out? 

TiT. No, Caius Marcius; 

I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight wi' the other, 
Ere ftay behind this businefs. 

ME N. O, true bred! 

i . 5. Your company to the capitol ; where, I know, 
Our grcateft friends attend us. 

TIT. Lead you on : 
Follow, Cominius ; we muft follow you; 
Right worthy you priority. 

12 Coriolanus. 

COM. Noble Lartius ! 

i . 5. Hence, to your homes* [fo the Cit.] be gone. 

MAR. Nay, let them follow : 
The Vclc'iam have much corn ; take these rats thither, 

To gnaw their garners: Worihipful mutineers, 

Your valour puts well forth : pray, follow. 

[Exeunt Senators, COM. MAR. TIT. and 
MENENIUS ; Citizens Jieal away. 

Sic . Was ever man fo proud as is this Mardus ? 

BRU. He has no equal. 

Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people, 

BRU. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes ? 

Sic. Nay, but his taunts! 

BR u. Being mov'd, he will not fpare to gird the gods : 

Sic. Bemock the model! moon. 

BRU* The present wars devour him ! he is grown 
Too proud to be fo valiant. 

Sic. Such a nature, 

Tickl'd with good fuccefs, difdains the fhadow 
Which he treads on at noon : But I do wonder, 
His infolence can brook to be commanded 
Under Cominius. 

BRU. Fame, at the which he aims, 
In which already he is well grac'd, cannot 
Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by 
A place below the firft : for what mifcarrk-h 
Shall be the general's fault, though he perform 
To the utmoit of a man; and giddy cenfure 
Will then cry out on Marcius, O, if be 
Had born the bminefs ! 

Sic. Befides, if things go well, 
Opinion, that fo (licks on Marcius, mall 

1 Mart tut *+ In whom 

Coriolanus. 13 

Of his demerits rob Cominius. 

BRU Come: 

Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, 
Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults 
To Marcius (hall be honours, though, indeed, 
In ought he merit not. 

Sic. Let's hence, and hear 
How the difpatch is made; and in what fafhion, 
More than his fingularity, he goes 
Upon this present a&ion. 

BRU. Let's along. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. Corioli. The Senate-Houfe. 
Enter certain Senators, and A u F i D i u s . 
1 . 5. So, your opinion is, Avfidim, 
That they of Rome are enter'd in our counfels, 
And know how we proceed. 
, AUF. Is it not yours? 
What ever hath been thought on in this ftate, 
That could be brought to bodily aft ere Rome 
Had circumvention r 'Tis not four days gone, 
Since I heard thence ; these are the words : I think 
I have the letter here ; yes, here ~j~ it is : [reads. 

They have prejfd a power, but it is not kno<wn 
Whether for eaft, or <wejt: The dearth is great ; 
The people mutinous : and it is rumour* 'd, ~~ 
Cominius, Marcius your old enemy, 
(Who is of Rome wor/e hated than of you) 
And Titus Lartius, a moji "valiant Roman, 
"These three lead on this preparation 
Whither 'tis bent : mojt likely, 'tis for you ; 
Confider of it. 


14 Coriolanus. 

1 . 5. Our army's in the field : 

We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready 
To anfwer us. 

Avf. Nor did you think it folly, 
To keep your great pretences veil'd, 'till when 
They needs muft (hew themfelves ; which in the hatching, 
It feem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the difcovery, 
We lhall be Ihorten'd in our aim ; which was, 
To take in many towns, ere, almoft, Rome 
Should know we were afoot. 

2. 5. Noble Aufidius, 

Take your commiflion^; hye you to your bands; 
Let us alone to guard Corioli : 
If they fet down before us, for the remove 
Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find 
They have not prepar'd for us. 

" Auf. O, doubt not that ; 
I fpeak from certainties. Nay, more, 
Some parcels of their power are forth already, 
And only hitherward. I leave your honours. 
If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet, 
'Tis fworn between us, we mall ever ftrike 
'Till one can do no more. 

all. The gods affift you ! 

Avr. And keep your honours fafe ! 

1 . 5. Farewel. 

2. S. Farewel. 

all. Farewel. [Exeunt, 

SCENE III. Rome. A Room in Marcius' Hou/e. 

Enter VOLUMNIA, and VIRGILIA : They feat 

them/ehes upon Stools, and fo<w. 

Coriolanus. i g 

VOL. I pray you, daughter, fing; or exprefs yourfelf 
in a more comfortable fort: If my fon were my husband, 
I fhould freelier rejoice in that abfence wherein he won 
honour, than in the embracements of his bed, where he 
would mew moll love. When yet he was but tender- 
body'd, and the only fon of my womb ; when youth with 
comelinefs pluck'd all gaze his way; when, for a day of 
kings' entreaties, a mother mould not fell him an hour 
from her beholding; I, confidering how honour would 
become fuch a perfon ; that it was no better than pidlure- 
like to hang by the wall, if renown made it not ftir, 
was pleas 'd to let him feek danger where he was like to 
find fame. To a cruel war i fent him ; from whence he 
return'd, his brows bound with oak: 1 tell thee, daugh- 
ter, I fprang not more in joy at firft hearing he was a 
man-child, than now in firft feeing he had proved him- 
felf a man. 

ViK. But had he dy'd in the businefs, madam ? how 
then ? 

VOL . Then his good report mould have been my fon ; 
I therein would have found i/Tue. Hear me profefs fin- 
cerely ; Had I a dozen fons, each in my love alike, and 
none lefs dear than thine and my good Marcius, 1 had 
rather had eleven die nobly for their country, than one 
voluptuoufly furfeit out of aftion. 

Enter a Gentlewoman. 

Gen. Madam, the lady Valeria is come to visit you. 

VIR. 'Befeech you, give me leave to retire myfclf. 

VOL. Indeed, you mail not. 
Methinks, 1 hither hear your husband's drum ; 
31 fee him pluck Aufidius down by the hair; 
As children from a bear, the Volciam fhuning him : 

3 heare hither 

R 2 

1 6 Coriolanus. 

Methinks, I fee him ftamp ~[~ thus, and call thus,-* 
Cents on, you cowards ; you 'were got in fear^ 
Though ycu ivere born in Rome: His bloody brow 
With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes ; 
Like to a harveftman, that's taflt'd to mow 
Or all, or lose his hire. 

VIR . His bloody brow ! o, Jupiter, no blood ! 
VOL. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man, 
Than gilt his trophy : The breafls of Hecuba, 
When me did fuckle He8or, look'd not lovelier 
Than Heflor's forehead, when it fpit forth blood 
At Grecian fwords' contending Tell Valeria, 
We are fit to bid her welcome. [Ex't Gen. 

VIR. Heavens blefs my lord from fell Aufidius! 
VOL. He'll beat Aufidiuf head below his knee, 
And tread upon his neck. 

Enter VALERIA, attended, 
VAL. My ladies both, good day to you. 
VOL. Sweet madam, 
VIR. 1 am glad to fee your ladyfhip. 
VAL. How do you both? you are manifeft houfe- 
keepers. What, are you fowing here r A fine fpot, in good 
faith. How does your little fon? 

VIR. 1 thank your ladyfhip; well, good madam. 
VOL . He had rather fee the fwords, and hear a drum, 
Than look upon his fchool-mafter. 

VAL. O my word, the father's fon: I'll fwear, 'tis a 
very pretty boy. O' my troth, I look'd upon him o* 
\vednefday half an hour together: h'as fuch a confirm'd 
countenance. I faw him run after a gilded butterfly ; and 
when he caught it, he let it go again ; and after it again ; 
and over and over he comes, and up again ; catch'd it 

Coriolanus. j 

again : or whether his fall enrag'djiim, or how 'twas, 
he did ib fet his teeth, and tear it; o, I warrant, how he 
mamock'd it ! 

VOL, One of's father's moods. 

VAL. Indeed la, 'tis a noble child. 

VIR. A crack, madam. 

VAL. Come, lay afide your ftitchery; I muft have you 
play the idle huswife with me this afternoon. 

VIR. No, good madam; I will not out of doors. 

VAL . Not out of doors ! 

VOL. She (hall, me (hall. 

VIR. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not over 
the threfliold, 'till my lord return from the wars. 

VAL. Fye, you confine yourfelf moll unreasonably: 
Come, you mull go visit the good lady that lyes in. 

VIR. I will wifh her fpeedy ftrength, and visit her 
with my prayers ; but I cannot go thither. 

VOL. Why, I pray you ? 

VIR. "Tis not to fave labour, nor that I want love. 

VAL. You would be another Penelope: yet, they fay, 
all the yarn, (he fpun in Vly/ei" abfence, did but fill 
Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambrick were 
fenfible as your finger, that you might leave pricking it 
for pity. Come, you (hall go with us. 

VIR. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will 
not forth. 

VAL. In truth la, go with me; and I'll tell you ex- 
cellent news of your husband. 

VIR. O, good madam, there can be none yet. 
VAL . Verily, I do not jeft with you ; there came news 
from him laft night 

Vm. Indeed, madam? 


J 8 Coriolanus. 

VAt. In earneft, it's true ; I heard a fenator fpeak it. 
Thus it is : The Volcians have an army forth ; againft 
whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of 
our Roman power : your lord, and Titus Lartius, are fet 
down before their city Corioli ; they nothing doubt pre- 
vailing, and to make it brief wars. This is true, on mine 
honour; and fo, I pray, go with us. 

Vi* . Give me excufe, good madam ; I will obey you 
in every thing hereafter. 

VOL. Let her alone, lady; as me is now, me will but 
disease our better mirth. 

VAL. In troth, I think me would: Fare you well 

then Come, good fweetlady Pr'ythee, Virgilia, turn 
thy folemnnefs out o'door, and go along with us. 

VIR. No : at a word, madam; indeed, I mull not. I 
wifh you much mirth. 

VAL . Well, then farewel. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. Trenches before Corioli. 
Enter, with Drum and Colours* MARCIUS, TITUS, 

Officers, Soldiers, &C. to them, a Meffenger. 
MAR. Yonder comes news: A wager, they have met. 
Tit. My horfe to yours, no. 
MAR.- 'Tis done. 
7/r. Agreed. 

MAR. Say, has our general met the enemy? 
Mef. They lye in view, but have not ipoke as yet. 
7/r. So, the good horfe is mine. 
MAR. I'll buy him of you. 
TIT. No, I'll nor fell, nor give him : lend you him 

I will, 
For half a hundred years. _ Summon the town. 

Corlolanus. 19 

MJK. How far off lye these armies ? 

Mef. Within this mile and half. 

MAR. Then (hall we hear their 'larum, and they 


Now. Mars, I pr'ythee, make us quick in work ; 
That we with fmoking fwords may march from hence, 
To help our fielded friends !_ Come, blow thy blaft 
They found a Parley. Enter, upon the Walls t 

fame Senators, and o/^rVolcians. 
Tullus Aujldius, is he within your walls ? 

i.5. No, nor a man that fears you lefs than he, 
That's letter than a little. Hark, our drums 

[Alarums heard, 

Are bringing forth our youth : We'll break our walls, 
Rather than they ihall pound us up : our gates, 
Which yet feem (hut, we have but pin'd with rufhes; 
They'll open of themfelves. Hark you, far off; 

[other Alarums. 

There is Aufidius : lift, what work he makes 
Amongft your cloven army. 
MAR. O, they are at it. 
7/r. Their noise be our inftru&ion._ Ladders, ho! 

TjfcrVelcUNU enter, and paj$ over. 
MAR. They fear us not, but iflue forth their city. 
Now put your fhields before your hearts, and fight 
With hearts more proof than fhields Advance, brave 

Titus : 

They do difdain us much beyond our thoughts, 
Which makes me fweat with wrath. _ Come on, my 

fellows ; 

He that retires, I'll take him for a Volcian^ 
And he fhall feel mine edge. [Exeunt, as to the Fight. 

20 Coriolanus. 

Alarums. *Tbe Romans are beat back. Re-enter 


MAR. All the contagion of the fouth light on you, 
You (names of Rome, you ! Herds of boils and plague* 
Flatter you o'er; that you may be abhor'd 
Farther than feen, and one infeft. another 
Againft the wind a mile ! You fouls of geefe, 
That bear the fliapes of men, how have you run 
From flaves that apes would beat ? Pluto and hell ! 
All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale 
With flight and agu'd fear ! Mend, and charge home, 
Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe, 
And make my wars on you : look to't : Come on ; 
If you'll ftand faft, we'll beat them to their wives, 
As they us to our trenches followed. [Exeunt. 

Alarum*. 2 'be Fight renew 1 d. Enter, in Retire 
towards their City, /? Volcians; MARCIUS, and 

the Romans, prejjing them. 
MAR. So, now the gates are ope :_Now prove good 

feconds : 

'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, 
Not for the fliers : Mark me, and do the like. 

[charges the flying Enemy : Enters the 
Gates with them ; and is jhat i*. 

1 . R. Fool-hardinefs ; not I. 

2. R. Nor I. 

i. R. See, they have fhut him in. 

all. To the pot, I warrant him. [Alarum continues 

TiT. What is become of Marcius ? 
all. Slain, fir, dottbtlefs. 
i. R. Following the fliers at the very heels, 

4 Rome : you Heard of 

Coriolanus. zi 

With them he enters : who, upon the fudden, 
Clapt to their gates ; he is himfelf alone, 
To anfwer all the city. 

Tir. O noble fellow ! 
Who, fenfible, out- dares his fenfelefs fword, 
And, when it bows, ftands up ! Thou art left, Marciui: 
A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, 
Were not fo rich a jewel. Thou waft a foldier 
Even to Cato's wifh : not fierce and terrible 
Only in ftrokes ; but, with thy grim looks, and 
The thunder-like percuflion of thy founds, 
Thou mad'ft thine enemies fhake, as if the world 
Were feverous, and did tremble. 

Re-enter M A R c i u s bleeding^ ajfaulted by the Enemy* 

i . R. Look, fir. 

TiT. O, 'tis Marcius : 
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. 

\Theyfigbty and all enter the City. 

SCENE V. Within the Town. A Strett. 
Enter certain Romans, with Spoils. 

1. R. This will I carry to Rome. 

2. R. And I this. 

3. R. A murrain on't! I took this for filver. 

Enter MARCIUS, TITUS, Officers, Sec. and 

a ^Trumpet. Alarum afar c{f. 

MAR. See here these movers, that do prize their hours 
At a crack'd drachm ! Cufhions, leaden fpoons, 
Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would 
Bury with those that wore them, these bafe flaves, 
Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :_Down with them 
And hark, what noise the general makes! To him,: 

5 fenfibly & ftand'ft 9 Cal-va 

zi Coriolanus. 

There is the man of my foul's hate, 
Piercing our Romans: Then, valiant Titus , take 
Convenient numbers to make good the city ; 
Whil'ft I, with those that have the fpirit, will hafle 
To help Ccminius. 

TiT. Worthy fir, thou bleed'ft ; 
Thy exercise hath been too violent for 
A fecond courfe of fight. 

MAR. Sir, praise me not: 

My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well. 
The blood I drop is rather physical 
Than dangerous to me : To Aufdius thus 
I will appear, and fight. 

TIT. Now the fair goddefs, fortune, 
Fall deep in love with thee ; and her great charms 
Mifguide thy opposers' fwords ! Bold gentleman, 
Profperity be thy page ! 

MAR. Thy friend no lefs 
Than those (he placeth higheft ' So, farewel. 

TIT. Thou worthieft Marcius /_ [Exit MARCIUS. 
Go, found thy trumpet in the market-place; 
Call thither all the officers of the town, 
Where they fhall know our mind : Away. [ Exeunt. 

5 CENE VI. Near the Camp a/Cominius. 
Enter ', as in Retire, COMINIUS, and his Forces. 
COM. Breathyou,myfriends;well fought: wearecome 


Like Romans, neither foolifh in our {lands, 
Nor cowardly in retire : believe me, firs, 
We fliall be charg'd again. Whiles we have ftrook, 
By interims, and conveying gufts, we have heard 

Coriolanus. 23 

The charges of our friends : Ye Roman gods, 

Lead their fuccefles as we wifti our own ; 

That both our powers, with fmiling fronts encount'ring, 

Enter a Meflenger. 
May give you thankful facrifice ! Thy news ? 

Mef. The citizens of Corioli have iflu'd, 
And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle : 
I faw our party to their trenches driven, 
And then I came away. 

COM. Though thou fpeak'ft true, 
Methinks, thou fpeak'ft not well. How long is't fmce? 

Mef. Above an hour, my lord. 

COM . 'Tis not a mile ; briefly we heard their drums: 
How could'ft thou in a mile confound an hour, 
And bring thy news fo late ? 

Mef. Spies of the Volciam 
Held me in chace, that I was forc'd to wheel 
Three or four miles about ; elfe had I, fir, 
Half an hour fmce brought my report. 

COM. Who's yonder, 

That does appear as he were flea'd? O gods! 
He has the ftamp of Marcius; and I have 
Before-time feen him thus. 

MAR. Come I too late? 

COM. The fhepherd knows not thunder from a tabor, 
More than-I know the found of Marcius' tongue 
From every meaner man'a. 

MAR. Come I too late? 

COM . Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, 
But mantl'd in your own. 

MJR. O, let me clip you, 

* The Roman 

24 Coriolanus. 

In arms as found, as when I woo'd ; jn heart- 
As merry, as when our nuptial day was done, 
And tapers burnt to bedward. 

COM. I' lower of warriors, 
How is't with Titus Lartius ? 

MAR. As with a man busy'd about decrees : 
Condemning fome to death, and fbme to exile; 
Ranfoming him, or pitying, threat'ning the other; 
Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, 
Even like a fawning greyhound in the leafh, 
To let him flip at will. 

COM . Where is that flave, 

Which told me they had beat you to your trenches ? 
Where is he r call him hither. 

MAR. Let him alone, 

He did inform the truth : But for our gentlemen, 
The common file, (A plague ! Tribunes for them !) 
The moufe ne'er fhunn'd the cat, as they did budge 
From rafcals worfe than they. 

COM . But how prevail'd you ? 

MAR. Will the time ferve to tell ? I do not think- 
Where is the enemy ? Are you lords o'the field ? 
If not, why ceafe you 'till you are fo ? 

COM Marcius, 

We have at difadvantage fought ; and did 
Retire, to win our purpose. 

MAR. How lyes their battle? Know you on what fide 
They have plac'd their men of truft t 

COM. As I guefs, Marcius, 
Their bands i'the vaward are the jfjitiat&i 
Of their beft truft : o'er them Aufidius, 
Their very heart of hope. 

30 Antient* 


= 5 

MAR . I do befeech you, 
By all the battles wherein we have fought, 
By the blood we have ftied together, by the vows 
We have made to endure friends, that you diretlly 
Set me againfl Aufidius, and his Antiatei : 
And that you not delay the present; but, 
Filling the air with fwords advanc'd, and darts. 
We prove this very hour. 

COM. Though I could wifh 
You were conduced to a gentle bath, 
And balms apply'd to you, yet dare 1 never 
Deny your afking ; take your choice of those 
That belt can aid your adtion. 

MAR. Those are they 

That are moft willing: If any fuch be here, 
(As it were fin to doubt) that love this painting 
Wherein you fee me fmear'd ; if any fear 
Letter his perfon than an ill report ; 
Jf any think, brave death outweighs bad life, 
And that his country's dearer than himfelf i 
Let him, alone, or many, if fo minded, 
Wave thus ~j~, to exprefs his difposition, 
And follow Marcitti. 

[They all jhout, and wave their Swords", take 
him up in their Arms, and cajt up their Caps. 
O me, alone! Make you a fword of me? 
If these (hews be not outward, which of you 
But is four Volcians? None of you, but is 
Able to bear againft the great Aufidius 
A fhield as hard as his. A certain number 
(Though thanks to all) muft I feleft ; the reft 
Shall bear the businefs in fome other fight, 

* s Leica *i Or fo many fo J 1 feleft from all :| The reft 

z6 Coriolanus. 

As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march ; 
And four fhall quickly draw out my command, 
Which men are belt inclin'd. 

COM . March on, my fellows : 
Make good this oftentation, and you fhall 
Divide in all with us. [Drums. Exeunt. 

SCENE VII. the Gates of Cono\\. 

TITUS LARTIUS, having fit a Guard upon 

Corioli, going 'with Drum and Trumpet toward Cominius, 

and Caius Marcius, Enters <witb an Officer of the 

Guard, his own Party, and a Scout. 
TiT. So, let the ports be guarded : keep your duties, 
As I have fet them down. If I do fend, difpatch 
Those centuries to our aid ; the reft will ferve 
For a fhort holding : if we lose the field, 
We cannot keep the town. 
Of. Fear not our care, fir. 
TIT. Hence, and fhut your gates upon us. __ 
Ourguider, come, to the Roman camp conducl us. [Ex. 

SCENE VIII. Field of Bank, 

between the Roman and Volcian Camps. Alarums, 

as of a Battle -joined: Enter, from opposite Sides, 


MAR. I'll fight with none but thee j for 1 do hate thec 
Worfe than a promise-breaker. 

AVT. We hate alike; 
Not Africk holds a ferpent, I abhor 
More than thy fame and envy : Fix thy foot. . 

MAR . Let the firft budger die the other's flave, 
And the gods doom him after. 

Coriolanus. 27 

dvf. If I fly, Marcius, 
Halloo me like a hare. 

MAR . Within these three hours, Tuflui, 
Alone I fought in your Coriolt walls, 
And made what work I pleas'd : 'Tis not my blood, 
Wherein thou fte'ft me mafk'd ; for thy revenge, 
Wrench up thy power to the higheft. 

Avt. Wert thou the Heflor, 
That was the whip of your brag'd progeny, 
Thou mould'fl not 'fcape me here. 

[They fight; and certain Volcians 
come to the Aid of Aufidius. 
Officious, and not valiant, you have fham'd me 
In your condemned feconds. 

[ Exeunt fighting, driven in by M A R - 
C I o s . Alarum. Retreat. 

SCENE IX. The Roman Camp. 

Flourijh. Enter, from opposite Sides, Co MINI us, and 

Romans ; MARCIUS, with bis Arm in a Scarf, 

and other Romans. 

COM. If I mould tell thee o'er this thy day's work, 
Thou'lt not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it, 
Where fenators (hall mingle tears with fmiles; 
Where great patricians mall attend, and fhrug, 
I' the end, admire; where ladies (hall be frighted, 
And, gladly quak'd, hear more; where the dull tribunes, 
That, with the fufty plebeians, hate thine honours, 
Shall fay, againft their hearts, We thank the gods, 
Our Rome hath fucb a Jbldier ! 
Yet cam'ft thou to a morfel of this fealt, 
Having fully din'd before. 

*8 Coriolanus. 

Enter TITUS, and Power, from the Pur/ait. 

TIT. O general, 

Here is the deed, we the caparifons ! 
Had'ft them beheld - 

MAR . Pray now, no more : my mother, 
Who has a charter to extol her blood, 
When (he does praise me, grieves me. I have done, 
As you have done; that's what 1 can: induc'd, 
As you have alfo been ; that's for my country : 
He, that has but effefted his good will, 
Hath overta'en mine aft. 

COM. You mall not be 

The grave of your deserving ; Rome muft know 
The value of her own : 'twere a concealment 
Worfe than a theft, no lefs than a traducement, 
To hide your doings ; and to filence that, 
Which, to the fpire and top of praises vouch'd, 
Would feem but modeft : Therefore, I befeech you, 
(In fign of what you are, not to reward 
What you have done) before our army hear me. 

MAR. I have fome wounds upon me, and they fmart 
To hear themfelves remember'd. 

COM. Should they not, 
Well might they fefter 'gain ft ingratitude, 
And tent themfelves with death. Of all the horfes, 
(Whereof we have ta'en good, and good ftore) of all 
The treasure, in this field atchiev'd, and city, 
We render you the tenth ; to be ta'en forth, 
Before the common distribution, 
At your own choice. 

MAR . I thank you, general ; 
But cannot make my heart confent to take 

30 your only choyfe 

Conolanus. 25 

A bribe, to pay my fword : I do refuse it ; 
And ftand upon my common part with those 
That have upheld the doing. 

[Along Flourijh. They all cry, Marcius, Marcius ! 
caft up their Caps, and Launces : Cominius, and 
Titus Lartius, ftand bare. 

May these fame inftruments, which you profane, 
Never found more ! When drums and trumpets (hall 
I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be 
Made all of falfe-fac'd foothing ! When fteel grows 
Soft as the parafite's filk, let hymns be made 
An overture for the wars ! No more, I fay : 
For that I have not wafli'd my nose that bled, 
Or foil'd fome debile wretch, which, without note, 
Here's many elfe have done, you fliout me forth. 
In acclamations hyperbolical ; 
As if I lov'd, my little mould be dieted 
With praises fauc'd with lies. 
COM. Too modeit are you ; 
More cruel to your good report, than grateful 
To us that give you truly : by your patience, 
If 'gainft yourfelf you be incenf'd, we'll put you 
(Like one that means his proper harm) in manacles, 
Then reason fafely with you Therefore, be it known, 
As to us, to all the world, that Cains Marcius 
Wears this war's garland : in token of the which, 
My noble deed, known to the camp, I give him, 
With all his trim belonging; and, from this time, 
For what he did before Corioli, call him, 
With all the applause and clamour of the hoft, [er! 
Caius Marcius Coriolanus Bear the addition nobly ev- 
[Flourijh. Trumpets found, and Drums. 

3 beheld " Let him be 3> Marcus Caiut 


30 Coriolanus. 

all. Coins Mar dm Coriolanus ! 

MX*. I will go wafh; 

And when my face is fair, you (hall perceive 
Whether I blu(h, or no: Howbeit, I thank you:_ 
I mean to ftride your fleed ; and, at all times, 
To undercreft your good addition, 
To the fairnefs of my power. 

COM. So, to our tent : 
Where, ere we do repose us, we will write 
To Rome of our fuccefs You, 'Titus Lartius, 
Muft to Corioli back : fend us to Rome 
The beft, with whom we may articulate, 
For their own good, and ours. 

Tir. I mall, my lord. 

MA*. The gods begin to mock me: I, that but now 
Refus'd moft princely gifts, am bound to beg 
Of my lord general. 

COM . Take't ; 'tis yours : What is't ? 

MAR. I fometime lay, here in Corioli, 
At a mod poor man's houfe; he us'd me kindly: 
He cry'd to me ; I faw him prisoner ; 
But then Aufdim was within my view, 
And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I requeft you 
To give my poor hoft freedom. 

COM. O, well beg'd ! 
Were he the butcher of my fon, he mould 
Be free, as is the wind : _ Deliver him, Titus, 

TiT. Marcius, his name/* 

MAR. By Jupiter, forgot: 
I am weary ; yea, my memory is tir'd : _ 
Have we no wine here ? 

COM. Go we to our tent : 


Coriolanus. 31 

'he blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time 

t fhould be look'd to : come. \Exeunt. 

SCENE X. The Volcian Camp. 

A Flour ijh. Cornets,* Enter AUFIDIUS, bloody t 

e with two or three Soldiers. 

dvf. The town is ta'en. 

i. S. 'Twill be deliver'd back 
>n good condition. 

/#7F, Condition! 

would, I were a Roman; for I cannot, 
feing a fake, be that I am'. Condition! 
IThat good condition can a treaty find 
1 the part that is at mercy ? _ Five times, Marcius t 
have fought with thee; fo often haft thou beat me; 
tad would'ft do fo, I think, fhould we encounter 
Is often as we eat._By the elements, 
f e'er again I meet him beard to beard, 
?e's mine, or I am his : Mine emulation 
lath not that honour in't, it had ; for where 
thought to crufh him in an equal force, 
Prue fword to fword, I'll potch at him fome way ; 
)r wrath, or craft, may get him. 

1 . 5. He's the devil. [son'd 

Av?. Bolder, though not fo fubtle : My valour's poi- 
Vith only fufFering ftain by him ; for him 
hall fly out of itfelf- nor fleep, nor fan&uary, 
eing naked, fick ; nor fane, nor capitol, 
'he prayers of priefts, nor times of facrifice, 
tnbankments all of fury, lhall lift up 
'heir rotten priviledge and cuftom 'gainft 
ly hate to Marciut : where I find him, were it 

J Embarquements 

S 2 

32 Coriolanus. 

At home, upon my brother's guard, even there, 
Againft the hofpitable canon, would I 
Wafh my fierce hand in his heart. Go you to the city 
Learn, how 'tis held; and what they are, that muft 
Be hoftages for Rome. 

i. 5. Will not you go? 

Aur. I am attended at the cyprefs grove : 
I pray you, 

('Tis fouth the city mills) bring me word thither 
How the world goes ; that to the pace of it 
I may fpur on my journey. 

I. S. I mall, fir. [Exeut 


SCENE I. Rome. ApullickPlace. 

MEN. The augurer tells me, we fhall have news tp 

Bnu. Good, or bad? 

MEN. Not according to the prayer of the people, fo 
they love not Marcius. 

Sic. Nature teaches beads to know their friends. 

MEN. Pray you, who does the wolf love ? - 

Sic. The lamb. 

MEN. Ay, to devour him ; as the hungry plebeian 
would the noble Marcius. 

BRU. He's a lamb, indeed, that baes like a bear. 

MEN. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a lamb. Yo 
two are old men ; tell me one thing that I fhall afk you 

Tri. Well, fir. 

Coriolanus. 33 

MEN. In what enormity is Mar rim poor, that you two 
have not in abundance? 

BRU. He's poor in no one fault, but ftor'd with all. 

Sic. Efpecially, in pride. 

BRU. And topping all others in boaft. 

MEN. This is ftrange now : Do you two know how 
you are cenfured here in the city, I mean of us o' the 
rifht hand file, do you/ 

Tri. Why, how are we cenfur'd ? 

MEN. Because you talk of pride now, Will you not 
be angry ? 

-fri. ' Well, well, fir, well. 

MEN. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief 
of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience : 
give your difpositions the reins, and be angry at your 
pleasures; at the leaft, if you take it as a pleasure to you, 
in being fo. You blame Marcius for being proud ? 

BRU. We do it not alone, fir. 

MEN. I know, you can do very little alone; for your 
helps are many ; or elfe your aftions would grow won- 
drous fingle : your abilities are too infant-like, for doing 
much alone. You talk of pride : O, that you could turn 
your eyes toward the napes of your necks, and make 
but an interior lurvey of your good felves ! o, that you 

Tri. What then, fir? 

MEN. Why, then you fhould difcover a brace ofa0 un- 
meriting. proud, violent, tefty magiftrates, (alias, fools) 
as any in Rome. 

Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too. 

MEN. I am known to be a humorous patrician, and 
one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of al- 

poore in, 

34 Coriolanus. 

laying Tiler in't: faid to befomething imperfect, in fa- 
vouring the firft complaint; hafty, and tinder-like, upon 
too trivial motion : one that converfes more with the but- 
tock of the night, than with the forehe-id of the morn- 
ing. What I think, 1 utter; and fpend my malice in my 
breath: Meeting two fuch weal's-mena&you are, (1 can- 
not call you Lycurgujfes) if the drink you give me touch 
jriy palate adverfly, f make a crooked face at it. I can- 
not fay, your worships have deliver'd the matter wel 
when I find the afs in compound with the major part of 
yourfyllables : and though I muft be content to bear with, 
those, that fay, you are reverend grave men; yet they 
lie deadly, that tell you, vou have good faces : If you fee 
this in the map of my microcosm, follows it that I am 
known well enough too ? What harm can your billon con- 
fpeftuities glean out of this character, if 1 be known well 
enough too: 

BRU. Come, fir, come, we know you well enough. 

MEN. You know neither me, yourfelves, nor any 
thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs : 
you wear out a good wholefome forenoon, in hearing a 
cause between an orange-wife and a foflet-feller ; and 
then rejourn the controverfy of three-pence to a fecond 
day of audience. When you are hearing a matter between 
party and party, if you chance to be pinch'd with the 
cholick, you make faces like mummers ; fet up the bloody 
flag again it all patience, and, in roaring for a chamber- 
pot, difhjifs the controverfy bleeding, the more entangl'd 
by your hearing : all the peace you make in their cause, 
is, calling both the parties knaves : You are a pair of 
ftrange ones. 

ts.u. Come, come, you are well understood to be a 

15 beeforae 

Coriolanus. 35 

perfe&er giber for the table, than a neceflary bencher in 
the capitol. 

MEN Our very priefts muft become mockers, if 
they (hall encounter fuch ridiculous fubjefb as you are. 
When you fpeak beft unto the purpose, it is not worth 
the waging of your beards ; and your beards deserve not 
fo honourable a grave, as to Huff a botcher's cumion, or 
to be entomb'd in an afs's pack-faddle. Yet you muft be 
faying, Marcius is proud ; who, in a cheap eftimation, 
is worth all your predeceflbrs, fince Deucalion; though, 
peradventure, fome of the beft of them were hereditary 
hangmen. Good e'en to your worfhips: more of your 
converfation would infeft my brain, being the herdsmen 
of the beaitly plebeians : I will be bold to take my leave 
of you. 

Enter, bajlily, Vo L u M N I A , V r i R G i L I A , 
V A L E R i A , c.nd a great Crowd of People : 

Tribunes join the Crowd. 

How now, my as fair as noble ladies, (and the moon, 
were (he earthly, no nobler) whither do you follow your 
eyes fo fall ? 

foi. Honourable Aleacniia, my boy Marcius ap- 
proaches ; for the love of Juno, let's go. 

MEN. Ha! Marcius coming home? 

VOL. Ay, worthy Menenius ; and with moftprofperous 

MEK. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee : Ho, 
Marcius coming home ! 

VIR. VAL. Nay, 'tis true. 

f-'oL . Look, here's ~\~ a letter from him ; the ftate hath 
another, his wife another, and, I think, there's one at 
home for you. 

ii God den 


$6 Coriolanus. 

MEN. I will make my very houfe reel to-night:_A 
letter for me ? 

VIR. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you ; I faw it. 

MEN, A letter for me? It gives me an eftate of feven 
years' health ; in which time, I will make a lip at the 
physician : the moft fovereign prefcription in Galen is 
but emperic, and, to this preservative, of no better re- 
port than a horfe-drench : Is he not wounded? he was 

wont to come home wounded. 

FIR. O, no, no, no. 

VOL. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't. 

MEN. So do I too, if it be not too much : _ Brings a r 
viftory in his pocket? The wounds become him. 

VOL . On's brows, Menenius; he comes the third time 
home with the oaken garland. 

MEN. Has he diiciplin'd Aufidius foundly ? 

VOL . 'Titus Lartiui writes, they fought together, but 
Jlufidius got off. 

MEN. And 'twas time for him too, I warrant him that : 
an' he had ftay'd by him, I would not have been foJUimfd, 
for all the chefts in Corio/i, and the gold that's in them. 
Is the fenate possefs'd of this ? 

VOL. Good ladies, let's go:_Yes, yes, yes: the fe- 
nate has letters from the general, wherein he gives my 
fon the whole name of the war : he hath in this action 
outdone his former deeds doubly. 

VAL. In troth, there's wondrous things fpoke of him. 

MEN. Wondrous ? ay, I warrant you, and not with- 
out his true purchafing. 

VIR. The gods grant them true ! 

VOL. Truer pow, wow. 

. True: I'll be fworn they are true: Where is he 

Coriolanus. 37 

wounded ? God faveyour good worfhips f [to tbeTribunes] 
Mardus is coming home : he has more cause to be proud : 
Where is he wounded ? 

f'oL. Pthe (boulder, and i'the left arm: There will 
be large cicatrices to (hew the people, when he fliall ftand 
for his place : He received, in the repulfe of Tarquin, 
feven hurts i'the body. 

MEN One i'the neck, and two i'the thigh, There's 
nine that I know. 

VOL, He had, before this laft expedition, twenty five 
wounds upon him. 

MEN. Now it's twenty feven : every gam was an ene- 
my's grave : [Shout, and Flourijh, within.] Hark, the 

VOL . These are the ufliers of Martins : before him he 
carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears : 
Death, that dark fpirit, in's nervy arm doth lye; 
Which being advanc'd, declines, and then men die. 
A Sennet. 'Trumpets. 

Enter COMINIUS the General, and T. LARTIUS ; 

between them, CORIOLANUS, crown* d luith an oaken 

Garland; with Captains, and Soldiers, and a 


Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Mardus did fight 
Within Coriol? gates : where he hath won, 
With fame, a name to Caius Mardus ; these 

In honour follows note, Ccriolanus : 

Welcome to Rome, renown'd Coriolanus ! 

Shout. Flourijh. 

all. Welcome to Rome, renown'd Coriolanus ! 

Cox. No more of this, it does offend my heart; 
Pray now, no more. 

38 Coriolanus. 

COM. Look, fir, your mother : 

COR. O, 

You have, I know, petition'd all the gods 
For my profperity. [kneels* 

Pot. Nay, my good foldier, up; 
My gentle Martins, worthy Caius, and 
By deed atchieving honour newly nam'd, 
What is't, Coriolanus, muft 1 call thee ? 
But, o, thy wife- 
Co*. My gracious filence, hail! 

Would'ft thou have laugh'd, had 1 come coffin'd home, 
That weep'ft to fee me triumph r Ah, my dear, 
Such eyes the widows in Cerioli wear, 
And mothers that lack fons. 

MEN. Now the gods crown thee ! 

Co* . And live you yet ?_O, my fweet lady, [to Val.] 

VOL. I know not where to turn :_O,welcome home; 
And welcome, general : And your welcome all. 

MEN. A hundred thousand welcomes : 1 could weep, 
And I could laugh; I am light, aiid heavy: Welcome: 
A curfe begin at very root of's heart, 
That is not glad to lee thee ! You are three, 
That Rome Ihould dote on : yet, by the faith of men, 
We have fome old crab-trees here at home, that will not 
Be grafted to your relifh. Yet welcome, warriors: 
We call a nettle, but a nettle; and 
The faults of fools, but folly. 

COM. Ever right. 

Co*. Menenius, ever, ever. 

Her. Give way there, and go on. 

Co* . Your hand , and y o urs : [to his Wife, and Mother. 

Coriolanus. 39 

Ere in our own houfe I do (hade my head, 
The good patricians mult be visited ; 
From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings, 
But with them change of honours. 

VOL. \ have liv'd 
To fee inherited my very wifhes, 
And the buildings of my fancy: 
Only there's one thing wanting, which, I doubt not, 
But our Rcme will cafl upon thee. 

COR. Know, good mother, 
I had rather be their fervant in my way, 
Than fway with them in theirs. 

COM. On, to the capitol. \FlouriJb. Ex. in State, as be- 

fore. Tribunes come forward. 
of him,; 

BRU. All tongues fpeak of him, and the bleared fights 
Are fpeftacl'd to fee him : Your pratling nurfe 
Into a rapture lets her baby cry, 
While (he chats him : the kitchen malkin pins 
Her richeft lockram 'bout her reechy neck, 
Clamb'ring the walls to eye him : ftalks, bulks, windowi 
Are fmother'd up, leads fill'd, aad ridges horf'd 
With variable complexions ; all agreeing 
In earneftnefs to fee him : feld-fhown flamens 
Do prefs among the popular throngs, and puff 
To win a vulgar ftation : our veil'd dames 
Commit the war of white and damafk, in 
Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton fpoil 
Of Pbcebus' burning kifles -. fuch a pother, 
As if that whatfoever god, who leads him, 
Were flily crept into his human powers, 
And gave him graceful aftion. 

5/c. On the fudden, 

4 Coriolanus. 

I warrant him conful. 

BRU. Then our office may, 
During his power, go fleep. 

Sic. He cannot temperately tranfport his honours 
From where he ftiould begin, and end ; but will 
Lose those he hath won. 

BRU. In that there's comfort. 

Sic. Doubt not, 

The commoners, for whom we ftand, but they, 
Upon their ancient malice, will forget, 
With the leaft cause, these his new honours ; which 
That he will give them, make I as little queftion 
As he is proud to do't. 

BRU. 1 heard him fwear, 
Were he to ftand for conful, never would he 
Appear i'the market-place, nor on him put 
The naplefs vefture of humility ; 
Nor, fliewing (as the manner is) his wounds 
To the people, beg their Itinking breaths. 

Sic. 'Tis right. 

RU. It was his word : O, he would mifs it, rather 
Than carry it, but by the fuit of the gentry, 
And the desire of the nobles. 

Sic. I wim no better, 

Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it 
In execution. 

BRU. 'Tis moft like, he will. 

Sic. It (hall be to him then, as our good wills, 
A fure deftruftion. 

BRU. So it muft fall out 
To him, or our authorities. For an end,~~ 
We muft fuggeft the people, in what hatred 

** Gentry to him, 

Coriolanus. * i 

He dill hath held them ; that, to his power, he would 

Have made them mules, filenc'd their pleaders, and 

Difproperty'd their freedoms : holding them, 

In human a&ion and capacity, 

Of no more foul, nor fitnefs for the world, 

Than camels in their war; who have their provender 

Only for bearing burthens, and fore blows 

For finking under them. 

Sic. This, as you fay, fuggefted 
At fome time when his foaring infolence 
Shall reach the people, (which time mail not want, 
If he be put upon't ; and that's as easy, 
As to fet dogs on fheep) will be as fire 
To kindle their dry ftubble ; and their blaze 
Shall darken him for ever. 

Enter a Meflenger. 

BRU. What's the matter ? 

Mef. You are fent for to the capitol; 'tis thought, 
That Marcius (hall be conful : I have feen 
The dumb men throng to fee him, and the blind 
To hear him fpeak : ?Cfje matrons flung t&eir gloves, 
Ladies and maids their fcarfs and handkerchiefs, 
Upon him as he pafs'd : the nobles bended, 
As to Jove's flatue ; and the commons made 
A (bower, and thunder, with their caps, and fhouts: 
I never faw the like. 

BRU. Let's to the capitol ; 
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time, 
But hearts for the event. 

Sic. Have with you. [Exeunt. 

SCE NE II. The fame. The Senate-Houfe. 
6 Provand " teach *i be bis fire 

42 Coriolanus. 

Enter two Officers, laying Cujhiont. 

\. O. Come, come, they are almoil here : How many 
(land for confulfhips? 

2. O. Three, they fay: but 'tis thought of every one, 
Coriolanus will carry it. 

1. O. That's a brave fellow ; but he's vengeance 
proud, and loves not the common people. 

2. O. 'Faith, there have been many great men, that 
have flatter'd the people, who ne'er loved them ; and 
there be many that they have loved, they know not 
wherefore : fo that, if they love they know not why, 
they hate upon no better a ground : Therefore, for Co- 
riolanus neither to care whether they love or hate him, 
manifefts the true knowledge he has in their difpositi- 
on ; and, out of his noble careleflhefs, J>e lets them plainly 

1 . O. If he did not care whether he had their love, 
or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither 
good, nor harm : but he feeks their hate with greater 
devotion than they can render it him ; and leaves no- 
thing undone, that may fully difcover him their oppo- 
site : Now, to feem to affeft the malice and difpleasure 
of the people, is as bad as that which he diflikes, to flat- 
ter them for their love. 

2. O. He hath deserved worthily of his country : And 
his afcent is not by fuch easy degrees as theirs, who 
have been fupple and courteous to the people, bonnet- 
ted, without any further deed to heave them at all into 
their eftimation and report : but he hath fo planted his 
honours in their eyes, and his actions in their hearts, 
that for their tongues to be filent, and not confefs fo 
much, were a kind of ingrateful injury; to report other- 

*6 a* thole *7 who having becne *s to have them 

Coriolanus. ^.j 

wise, were a malice, that, giving itfelf the lie, would 
pluck reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it. 
i. O. Nomoreofhimj he's a worthy man: Make way, 
they are coming. 

Sennet. Enter, nuith Lifiors before them* 
Senators, BRUTUS, and SICINIUS : Senators take their 

Sean; Tribunes theirs by themselves. 
MEN. Having determin'd of the Volcians, and 
To fend for Titus Lartius, it remains, 
As the main point of this our after-meeting, 
To gratify his noble fervice, that 
Hath thus flood for his country: Therefore, please you, 
Moft reverend and grave elders, to desire 
The present conful, and laft general 
In our well-found fucceffes, to report 
A little of that worthy work perform'd 
By Caiui Marcius Coriolanus ; whom 
We art met here, both to thank, and to remember 
With honours like himfelf. 

I. 5. Speak, good Cominius: 
Leave nothing out for length ; and make us think, 
Rather our Hate's defective for requital, 
Than we to ftretch it out Mailers o'the people, 
We do requell your kindeft ear; and, after, 
Your loving motion toward the common body, 
To yield what pafTes here. 
S/c. We are convented 
Upon a pleasing treaty ; and have hearts 
Inclinable to honour and advance 
The theme of our affembly. 
BK.U. Which the rather 

44 Coriolanus. 

We fhall be bleft to do, if he remember 
A kinder value of the people, than 
He hath hereto priz'd them at. 

MEN. That's off, that's off; 
I would you rather had been filent : Please you 
To hear Cominius fpeak ? 

RU. Moft willingly : 
But yet my caution was more pertinent, 
Than the rebuke you give it. 

MEN. He loves your people ; 
But tye him not to be their bedfellow. __ 

Worthy Cominius, fpeak: Nay, keep your place. 

[to Cor. fwbo rises, and is going out* 

\ . 5. Sit, Coriolanus ; never fhame to hear 
What you have nobly done. 

Co*. Your honours' pardon ; 
I had rather have my wounds to heal again, 
Than hear fay how I got them. 

BRU. Sir, I hope, 
My words dif-bench'd you not ? 

Co*. No, fir: yet oft, 

When blows have made me (lay, I fled from words. 
You footh'd not, therefore hurt not: But, your people, ~ 
I love them as they weigh. 

MEN. Pray now, fit down. 

Co* . I had rather have one fcratch my head i'the fun, 
When the alarum were ftruck, than idly fit 
To hear my nothings monfter'd. [Exit CORIOLANUS. 

MEN. Matters o'the people, 
Your multiplying fpawn how can he flatter, 
(That's thousand to one good one) when you now fee, 
He had rather venture all his limbs for honour, 


Than one of's ears to hear it ?_ Proceed, Cominius. 
COM. I fliall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanut 
Should not be utter'd feebly It is held, 
That valour is the chiefeft virtue, and 
Mod dignifies the haver: if it be, 
The man I fpeak of cannot in the world 
Be finely counterpois'd. At fixteen years, 
When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought 
Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator, 
Whom with all praise J point at, faw him fight, 
When with his Amazonian chin he drove 
The briitl'd lips before him : he beftrid 
An o'er-preft Roman, and i'the conful's view 
Slew three opposers ; Tarquiri's felf he met, 
And ftruck him on his knee : in that day's feats, 
When he might aft the woman in the fcene, 
He prov'd beft man i'the field, and for his meed 
Was brow- bound with the oak. His pupil age . 
Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a fea ; 
And, in the brunt of feventeen battles lince, 
He lurch'd all fwords o'the garland. For this faft, 
Before and in Corioli, let me faf, 
I cannot fpeak him home : He ftopt the fliers ; 
And, by his rare example, made the coward 
Turn terror into fport : as waves before 
A veflel under fail, fo men obey'd, 
And fell below his flern : his fword, death's ftamp, 
Where it did mark, it took from face to foot : 
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion 
Was tim'd with dying cries : alone he enter'd 
The mortal gate o'the city, which he painted 
With fhunlefs deftiny j aidlefs came off, 

1 Than on ones Eares Sfcinne *7 ftemi 

VOL. VII. 1 


46 Corlolanus. 

And with a fudden re-inforcement (truck 
Corioli, like a planet: Now all's his : 
When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce 
His ready fenfe: then ftraight his doubl'd fpirit 
Re-quicken'd what in flefh was fatigate, 
And to the battle came he ; where he did 
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if 
'Twere a perpetual fpoil : and, 'till we call'd 
Both field and city ours, he never flood 
To ease his breaft with panting. 

MEN. Worthy man ! 

i . 5. He cannot but with measure fit the honours 
Which we devise him. 

COM. Ourfpoils he kick'd at; 
And look'd upon things precious, as they were 
The common muck o'the world : he covets lefs 
Than misery itfelf would give ; rewards 
His deeds with doing them ; and is content 
To fpend the time, to end it. 

MEN. He's right noble; 
Let him be call'd for. 

i . 5. Call Coriolanus. 

i . O. He doth appear. 


MEN. The fenate, Coriolanus, are well pleas'd 
To make thee conful. 

Cox. I do owe them ftill 
My life, and fer vices. 

MEN. It then remains, 
That you do fpeak to the people. 

COR. I do beleech you, 
Let me o'er-leap that cuftom ; for I cannot 

Coriolanus. A-* 

Put on the gown, ftand naked, and entreat them, 
For my wounds' fake, to give their fuffrage : please you, 
That I may oafs this doing. 

Sic. Sir, the people 

Mult have their voices; neither will they bate 
One jot of ceremony. 

MEN. Put them not to't : _ 
Pray you, go fit you to the cuftom ; and 
Take to you, as your predeceflbrs have, 
Your honour with your form. 

COR. It is a part 

That I mall blufh in acting, and might well 
Be taken from the people. 

ERU. Mark you that ? 

COR. To brag unto them, Thus I\did, and thus; 
Shew them the unaking fears, which 1 fliould hide, - 
As if I had receiv'd them for the hire 
Of their breath only: 

MEN. Do not ftand upon't 

We recommend to you, tribunes of the people, 

Our purpose to them ; and to our noble conful 

Wilh we all joy and honour. 

Sea. To Coriolanus come all joy and honour ! 

[Flourijh. Exeunt Senators. 

BRV. You fee how he intends to use the people. 

Sic. May they perceive his intent! He.will require 


As if he did contemn what he requefted 
Should be in them to give. 

BR u. Come, we'll inform them 
Of our proceedings here : on the market-place, 
1 know, they do attend us. [Exeunt, 

T 2 

48 Coriolanus. 

SCENE III. 'The fame. The Forum. 
Enter a Number of Citizens. 

1 . C. Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not 
to deny him. 

2. C. We may, fir, if we will. 

3. C. We have power in ourfelves to do it, but it is 
a power that we have no power to do : for if he (hew 
us his wounds, and tell us his deeds, we are to put our 
tongues into those wounds, and fpeak for them ; fo, if 
he tell us his noble deeds, we muft alfo tell him our no- 
ble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is monftrous : and 
for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a mon- 
fterof the multitude; of the which we being members, 
mould bring ourfelves to be monftrous members. 

1 . C. And to make us no better thought of, a little 
help will ferve : for once, fallen we ftood up about the 
corn, he himfelf ftuck not to call us the many-headed 

3. C. We have been call'd fo of many; not that our 
heads are fome brown, fome black, fome auburn, fome 
bald, but that our wits are fo diverfly colour'd : and 
truly, I think, if all our wits were to iflue out of one 
fculi, they would fly eaft, weft, north, fouth ; and their 
confent of one direft way mould be at once to all the 
points o'the compafs. 

2. C. Think you for Which way do you judge my 
wit would fly? 

3. C. Nay, your wit will not fo foon out as another 
man's will, 'tis ftrongly wedg'd up in a block-head; but 
if it were at liberty, 'twould, fure, fouthward. 

2. C. Why that way ? 

*' Abram, fome 

Coriolanus. ^.Q 

3. C. To lose itfelf in a fog ; where being three parts 
melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return 
for confcience fake, to help to get thee a wife. 

2. C. You are never without your tricks : you may, 
you may. 

3. C. Are you all resolv'd to give your voices r But 
that's no matter, the greater part carries it. 1 fay, if he 
would incline to the people, there was never a worthier 
man. Here he comes, and in the gown of humility ; 

mark his behaviour : We are not to ftay all together, but 
to come by him where he Hands, by one's, by two's, 
and by three's : he's to make his requefts by particulars; 
wherein every one of us has a fingle honour, in giving 
'him our own voices with our own tongues : therefore 
follow me, and I'll direft you how you mail go by him. 

all. Content, content. [Exeunt Citizens. 

MEN. O, fir, you are not right; Have you not known, 
The worthieft men have don't ? 

Co*. What mufti fay ?- 
I pray, fir,-~ Plague upon't! I cannot bring 
My tongue to fuch a pace -.-Look, fir ; my wounds ; 
J got them in my country's fervice, when 
Some certain of your brethren roar'd, and ran 
From the noise of our own drums. 

MEN. O me, the gods ! 

You mud not fpeak of that ; you muft desire them 
To think upon you. 

Co*. Think upon me? Hang 'em 1 
T would they would forget me, like the virtues 
Which our divines lose by them. 
MEN. You'll mar all ; 

T 3 

50 Coriolanus. 

I'll leave you : Pray you, fpeak to 'em, I pray you, 

In wholfome manner. [Exit MENENIUS. 

Enter two of the Citizens. 
Co*. Bid them warn their faces, 

And keep their teeth clean. _So, here comes a brace: 
You know the cause, fir, of my (landing here. 

1 . C. We do, fir; tell us what hath brought you to't. 
COR. Mine own desert. 

2. C. Your own desert ? 
Co*. Ay, not 

Mine own desire. 

i. C. How! not your own desire ? 

Co*. No, fir; 'twas never my desire yet 
To trouble the poor with begging. 

i. C. You muft think, 
If we give you any thing, we hope to gain by you. 

Co*. Well then, 1 pray, your price o'the confulfhip? 

1 . C. The price is, fir, to afk it kindly. 
Co*. Kindly? 

Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to {hew you, 
Which (hall be yours in private. _Your good voice, fir; 
What fay you ? 

2. C. You (hall have it, worthy fir. [beg'd:_ 
Co* . A match, fir :_There's in all tvvoworthy voices 

I have your alms ; Adieu. 

1. C. But this is fomething odd. 

2. C. An 'twere to give again, But 'tis no matter. 

[Exeunt thae: 
Enter t<wo other Citizens. 

Co*. Pray you now, if it may (land with the tune of 
your voices, that I may be conful, I have here the cul- 
tomary gown. 

Coriolanus. M 

i . C. You have deserv'd nobly of your country, and 
you have not deserv'd nobly. 
Co*. Your aenigma ? 

1 . C. You have been a fcourge to her enemies, you 
have been a rod to her friends; you have not, indeed, 
loved the common people. 

COR. You mould account me the more virtuous, that 
I have not been common in my love. I will, fir, flatter 
my fworn brother the people, to earn a dearer eftimation 
of them; 'tis a condition they account gentle: and fince 
the wisdom of their choice is rather to have my hat than 
my heart, I will praclife the infinuating nod, and be off 
to them mod counterfeitly ; that is, fir, I will counter- 
feit the bewitchment of lome popular man, and give it 
bountifully to the desirers : Therefore, befeech you, I 
may be conful. 

2. C. We hope to find you our friend; and therefore 
give you our voices heartily. 

i. C. You have received many wounds for your coun- 

COR. I will not feal your knowledge with fhewing 
them. I will make much of your voices, and fo trouble 
you no further. 

i . 2. The gods give you joy, fir, heartily ! [Exeunt. 

COR . Moft fweet voices I 
Better it is to die, better to ftarve, 
Than crave the hire which firft we do deserve. 
Why in this wolfifti gown ftiould I Hand here, 
To beg of Ho6, and Dick, that does appear, 
Their needlefs voices? Cuftom calls me to't: 
What cuftom wills, in all things mould we do't, 
The duft on antique time would lye unfwept, 

jo Vouches 


52 Coriolanus. 

And mountainous error be too highly heapt 
For truth to over-peer. Rather than fool it fo, 
Let the high office and the honour go 
To one that would do thus. I am half through; 
The one part fuffer'd, the other will I do. 

Enter other Citizens. 
Here come more voices 
Your voices: for your voices I have fought, 
Watch'd for your voices ; for your voices, bear 
Of wounds two dozen anfc odd ; battles thrice fix 
I have feen, and heard of; for your voices, have 
Done many things, fome lefs, fome more: your voices: 
Indeed, J would be conful. 

i.C. Me has done nobly, and cannot go without any 
honeft man's voice. 

2. C. Therefore let him be conful : The gods give 
him joy, and make him & good friend to the people ! 

all. Amen, amen God fave thee, noble conful! 

COR. Worthy voices ! [Exeunt Citizens. 


jlfW. You have flood your limitation ; and the tri- 

Endue you with the people's voice : Remains, 
That, in the official marks inverted, you 
Anon do meet the fenate. 

COR. Is this done: 

Sic. The cuflom of requeft you have difcharg'd: 
The people do admit you; and are fummon'd 
To meet anon, upon your approbation. 

COR. Where? at the fenate-houfe ? 

Sic. There, Coriolanus. 

COR. May I tfjftt change these garments ? 



Sic. You may, fir. 

Cox. That I'll ftraight do; and, knowing myfelf a- 

Repair to the fenate-houfe. 

MEN. I'll keep you company Will you along? 
BRU. We ftay here for the people. 
Sic. Fare you well. 

He has it now; and by his looks, methinks, 
'Tis warm at his heart. 

BRU. With a proud heart he wore 
His humble weeds: Will you difmifs the people? 

Re-enter Citizens. 

Sic, How now, my matters? have you chose this 

1. C. He has our voices, fir. 

BRU. We pray the gods, he may deserve your loves. 

2. C. Amen, fir: To my poor unworthy notice, 
He mock'd us, when he beg'd our voices. 

3. C. Certainly, 

He flouted us down-right. 

1 . C. No, 'tis his kind of fpeech, he did not mock us. 

2. C. Not one amongft us, fave yourfelf, but fays, 
He us'd us fcornfully : he fliould have fhew'd us 
His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for his country. 

Sic. Why, fo he did, I am fure. 
ad. No, no man fawthem. 

3. C. He faid, he had wounds, which he could fhew 

in private; 

And with his hat, thus waving it in fcorn, 
/ 'would be conjul, fays he : aged cujiom, 
But by your 'voices, will not Jo permit me ; 

54 Coriolanus. 

Tour 'voices therefore: When we granted that, 
Here was, I thank you for your voice*, thank you, 
Your moft J<wect voices: now you have left your voices, 
I have no further with you: ^Nzs not this mockery? 

Sic. Why, either, were you ignorant to fee't? 
Or, feeing it, of fuch childiih friendlinefs 
To yield your voices r 

BK.V. Could you not have told him, 
As you were leffon'd, When he had no power, 
But was a petty fervant to the ftate, 
He was your enemy; ever fpake againft 
Your liberties, and the charters that you bear 
I'the body of the weal : ami now, arriving 
A place of potency, and fway o'the ftate, 
If he mould ftill malignantly remain 
Faft foe to the Pleteii, your voices might 
Be curfes to yourfelves : You mould have faid, 
That, as his worthy deeds did claim no lefs 
Than what he flood for; fo his gracious nature 
Would think upon you for your voices, and 
Tranflate his malice towards you into love, 
Standing your friendly lord. 

Sic. Thus to have faid, 

As you were fore-advis'd, had touch'd his fpirit, 
And try'd his inclination ; from him pluck'd 
Either his gracious promise, which you might, 
As cause had call'd you up, have held him to ; 
Or elfe it would have gall'd his furly nature, 
Which easily endures not article, 
Tying him to ought ; fo, putting him to rage, 
You ftiould have ta'en the advantage of his choler, 
And paff'd him unelefted. 

Coriolanus. 55 

BRU. Did you perceive, 
He did folicit you in free contempt, 
When he did need your loves ; and do you think, 
That his contempt (hall not be bruising to you, 
When he hath power to crum ? Why, had your bodies 
No heart among you? Or had you tongues, to cry 
Againft the reftorfhip of judgment ? 

Sic. Have you, 

Ere now, deny'd the aflcer ? and, now again, 
On him, that did not aflc, but mock, bellow 
Your tongues unfu'd-for ? 

3. C. He is not confirm'd, 
We may deny him yet. 

2. C. And will deny him : 
I'll have five hundred voices of that found. 

i. C. I twice five hundred, and their friends to piece 

BR u. Get you hence inftantly; and tell those friends, 
They have chose a conful, that will from them take 
Their liberties; make them of no more voice 
Than dogs, that are as often beat for barking, 
As therefore kept to do fo. 

Sic. Let them aflemble ; 
And, on a fafer judgment, all revoke 
Your ignorant election: Enforce his pride, 
And his old hate unto you : befides, forget not 
With what contempt he wore the humble weed ; 
How in his fuit he fcorn'd you : but your loves. 
Thinking upon his fervices, took from you 
The apprehenfion of his present portancc, 
Which gibingly, ungravely, he did falhion 
After the inveterate hate he bears you. 

1 of him " your fu'd-for Tongues 3' Which moft gi- 

56 Coriolanus. 

BRV. Lay 

A fault on us, your tribunes ; that we labour'd, 
(No impediment between) but that you muft 
Caft your election on him. 

Sic. Say, you chose him 
More after our commandment, than as guided 
By your own true affections : and that, your minds 
Pre-occupy'd with what you rather muft do 
Than what you mould, made you againft the grain 
To voice him conful : Lay the fault on us. 

BRU. Ay, fpare us not : Say, we read leftures to you, 
How youngly he began to ferve his country, 
How long continu'd : and what ftock he fprings of, 
The noble houfe o'the Marcii ; from whence came 
That Ancus Marcius, Numa's daughter's fon, 
Who, after great Hoftilius, here was king: 
Of the fame houfe Pbliuf and >uintus were, 
That our befl water brought by conduits hither; 
3ittt liEenfortmjc, Harlinc of the people, 
And nobly nam'd fo fttf twice being cenfor, 
Was his great anceftor. 

Sic. One thus defcended, 
That hath befide well in his perfon wrought 
To be fet high in place, we did commend 
To your remembrances : but you have found, 
Scaling his present bearing with his part, 
That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke 
Your fudden approbation. 

BRU. Say, you ne'er had don't, 
(Harp on that ftill) but by our putting on : 
And presently, when you have drawn your number, 
Repair to the capitol. 

'4 Martiant 

Coriolanu*. 57 

all. We will To : almoft all 
Repent in their elefton. [Exeunt Citizens. 

BRU. Let them go on; 
This mutiny were better put in hazard, 
Than ftay, pad doubt, for greater: 
If, as his nature is, he fall in rage 
With their refusal, both observe and anfwer 
The vantage of his anger. 

Sic. To the capitol, come ; 
We will be there before the rtream o'the people; 
And this mall feem, as partly 'tis, their own, 
Which we have goaded onward. [Exeunt. 


SCENE I. r be fame. A Street. 

TITUS LARTIUS, Senators, and Patricians. 

Co*. Tullus Aufidiui then had made new head? 

TIT. He had, my lord ; and that it was, which caus'd 
Our fwifter composition. 

COR. So then the Volciant ftand but as at firft; 
Ready, when time mall prompt them, to make road 
Upon us again. 

COM. They are worn, lord conful, fo, 
That we (hall hardly in our ages fee 
Their banners wave again. 

Co R . Saw you Aufidius ? 

TIT. On fafe-guard he came to me ; and did curfe 
Againfl the Vokians, for they had fo vilely 
Yielded the town : he is retir'd to Antium. 

58 Coriolanus. 

COR. Spoke he of me? 

T'jf. He did, my lord. 

COR. How? what? 

Tit. How often he had met you, fword to fword: 
That, of all things upon the earth, he hated 
Your perfon moft : that he would pawn his fortunes 
To hopelefs reftitution, fo he might 
Be call'd your vanquifher. 

COR. At Antium lives he ? 

TiT. At Antium. 

COR. I wifh I had a cause to feek him there, 
To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home. 

Behold! these are the tribunes of the people. 
The tongues o'the common mouth. I do defpise them: 
For they do prank them in authority, 
Againft all noble fufferance. 

Sic. Pafs no further. 

COR . Ha ! what is that ? 

BRU. It will be dangerous to go on : no further. 

COR. What makes this change? 

MEN. The matter? 

COM. Hath he not pafTd the nobles, and the com- 
mons ? 

BRU. Cominius, no. 

COR. Have 1 had children's voices ? 

I . S. Tribunes, give way; he fhall to the market-place. 

BRU. The people are incenf'd againil him : 

Sic. Stop, 
Or all will fall in broil. 

Co*. Are these your herd?_ 
Muft these have voices, that can yield them now, 

n Noble 

Coriolanus. ey 

And ftraight difclaim their tongues ? What are your 

offices ? 

You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth? 
Have you not fet them on .' 

MEN. Be calm, be calm. 

Co*. It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by plot, 
To curb the will of the nobility : _ 
Suffer't, and live with fuch as cannot rule, 
Nor ever will be rul'd. 

BRU. Call't not a plot: 

The people cry, you mock'd them; and, of late, 
When corn was given them gratis, you repin'd, 
Scandal'd the fuppliattts for the people, call'd them-". 
Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to noblenefs. 

COR. Why, this was known before. 

BRU. Not to them all. 

Co*. Have you inform'd them iince? 

BRU. How! 1 inform them ! 

Co*. You are like to do fuch businefs. 

BRU. Not unlike, 
Each way, to better yours. 

Co* . Why then mould I be conful ? By yon' clouds, 
Let me deserve fo ill as you, and make me 
Your fellow tribune. 

Sic. You (how too much of that, 
For which the people ftir: If you will pafs 
To where you are bound, you mud enquire your way, 
Which you are out of, with a gentler fpirit ; 
Or never be fo noble as a conful, 
Nor yoak with him for tribune. 

MEN. Let's*be calm. 

COM. Thepeopleareabus'd: Set on. This palt'ring 

>7 fuhence if Com. You 

60 Coriolanus. 

Becomes not Rome ; nor has Coriolanus 
Deserv'd this fo dilhonour'd rub, lay'd falfly 
J'the plain way of his merit. 

COR, Tell me of corn! 
This was my (peech, and I will fpeak't again. 

MEN. Not now, not now. 

I . S. Not in this heat, fir, now. 

COR. Now, as I live, 1 will. My nobler friends, 
I crave their pardons : 

For the mutable, rank-fcented many, let them 
Regard me as I do not flatter, and 
Therein behold themfelves :_I fay again, 
In foothing them, we nourim 'gainll our fenate 
The cockle of rebellion, infolence, fedition, 
Which we ourfelves have plow'd for, fow'd and fcatter'd, 
By mingling them with us, the honour'd number; 
Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that 
Which they have given to beggars. 

MEN. Well, no more. 

I. S. No more words, we befeech you. 

COR. How! no more? 
As for my country I have fhed my blood, 
Not fearing outward force, fo mall my lungs 
Coin words 'till their decay, againft those meazels. 
Which we difdain mould tetter us, yet fought 
The very way to catch them. 

BRU. You fpeak o'the people, 
As if you were a god to puni(h, not 
A man of their infirmity. 

5/c. 'Twere well, 
We let the people know't. 

Mxit. What, what? his choler? 

' Mrynif, 

Coriolanus, 6 1 

COR. Choler! 

Were I as patient as the midnight fleep. 
By "Jove, 'twould be my mind. 

Sic. It is a mind, 

That mall remain a poison where it is, 
Not poison any further. 

COR. Shall remain! 

Hear you this Triton of the minnows ? mark you 
His abfolute />*///* 

COM. 'Twas from the canon. 

COR. Shall!-. 

O good, but moft unwise patricians, why, 
You grave, but recklefs fenators, have you thus 
Given Hyc'ra here to choose an officer, 
That with his peremptory^*//, being but 
The horn and noise o'the monfter, wants not fpirit 
To fay, he'll turn your current in a ditch, 
And make your channel his ? If they have power, 
Let them have cufh'ons by you ; if none, awake 
Your dangerous lenity: if you are learned, 
Be not as common fools ; if you are not, 
Then vail your ignorance. You are plebeians, 
If they be fenators : and they are no lefs, 
When, both your voices blended, the great'ft tafte 
Moft palates theirs. They choose their magiftrate} 
And fuch a one as he who puts \nsjball, 
His popular Jkall, againft a graver bench 
Than ever frown'd in Greece. By "Jo*ve himfelf, 
It makes the confuls bafe: and my foul akes, 
To know, when two authorities are up, 
Neither fupream, how foon confusion 
May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take 

ii O God ! '8 If he have v. Mtf, 

Vot. VII. XJ 

6z Coriolanus. 

The one by the other. 

COM. Well, on -to the market-place. 

COR. Whoever gave that couniei, to give forth 
The corn o'the flore-houfe gratis, as 'twas us'd 
Sometime in Greece^ 

MEN. Well, well, no more of that. 

COR. (Though there the people had more abfolute 


1 fay, they nourim'd difobedience, fed 
The ruin of the ftate : 

.5* tf. Why, (hall the people give 
One, that fpeaks thus, their voice ? 

COR. I'll give my reasons, 

More worthier than their voices. They know, the corn 
Was not our recompence; refting well aflur'd 
They ne'er did fervice for't : Being preff'd to the war, 
Even when the navel of the ftate was touch'd, 
They would not thread the gates,: this kind of fervice 
Did not deserve corn gratis : Being in the war, 
Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they fhew'd 
Moft valour, fpoke not for them : The accusation 
Which they have often made againft the fenate, 
All cause unborn, could never be the native 
Of our fo frank donation. Well, what then ? 
How {hall this bosom multiply'd digeft 
The fenate's courtefy ? Let deeds exprefs 
What's like to be their words : We did requeft it ; 
We are the greater poll, and in true fear 
They gave us our demands : Thus we debafe 
The nature of our feats, and make the rabble 
Call our cares, fears : which will in time 
Break ope the locks o'the fenate, and bring in 

Coriolanus. 63 

The crows to peck the eagles. 

MEN. Come, enough. 

BRU. Enough, with over-measure. 

COR. No, take more: 

What may be fworn by, both divine and human, 
Seal what I end withall ! This double worfhip, 
Where one part does difdain with cause, the other 
Infult without all reason ; where gentry, title, wisdom 
Cannot conclude, but by the yea and no 
Of general ignorance, it mult omit 
Real neceffities, and give way the while 
To unftable flightnefs : purpose fo bar'd, it follows, 
Nothing is done to purpose : Therefore, befeech you, 
You that will be lefs fearful than difcreet; 
That love the fundamental part of ftate, 
More than you doubt the change oft ; that prefer 
A noble life before a long, and wim 
To vamp a body with a dangerous physic, 
That's fure of death without it, at once pluck out 
The multitudinous tongue, let them not lick 
The fweet which is their poison : Your dimonour 
Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the ftate 
Of that integrity which mould become't; 
Not having power to do the good it would, 
For the ill which doth controul't. 

BRU. He has faid enough. 

Sic. He has fpoken like a traitor, and mall anfwer 
As traitors do. 

Co*. Thou wretch! defpight o'er-whelm thee!_ 
What mould the people do with these bald tribunes ? 
On whom depending, their obedience fails 
To the greater bench : In a rebellion, 

7 Whereon part 18 To jumpe a 

U 2 - 

64 Coriolanus. 

When what's not meet, but what muft be, was law, 
Then were they chosen ; in a better hour, 
Let what is meet, be faid, it muft be meet, 
And throw their power i'the duft. 

BRU. Manifeft treason : 

Sic. This a confulr no. 

BRU. The sediles, ho! Let him be apprehended. 

Sic. Go, call the people -.[Exit BRUTUS.] in whose 

name, myfelf 

Attach thee, as a traitorous innovator, 
A foe to the publick weal : Obey, I charge thee, 
And follow to thine anfwer. 

Co*. Hence, old goat. 

all. We'll furety him. 

COM. $te aged fir, hands off. 

COR. Hence, rotten thing, or I mall fhake thy bones 
Out of thy garments. 

Sic. Help me, citizens. 

Re-enter BRUTUS, ivitb JEdiles, and 
a 'whole Rabble of Citizens. 

MEN. On both fides more refpeft. 

Sic. Here's he, that would 
Take from you all your power. 

BRU. Seize him, aediles. 

Cit. Down with him, down with him ! 

2. S. Weapons, weapons, weapons ! 

\tbty all buftle about Coriolanus. 

t . S. Tribunes, patricians, citizens ! what ho ! 
Sicinius, Brutus, Corio/aaus, citizens ! 

all. Peace, peace, peace, flay, hold, peace ! 

MEN. What is about to be? 1 am out of breath; 
Confusion's near; I cannot fpeak :_ You, tribunes 

>8 Helpe ye Citizens 

Coriolanus. 65 

To the people, Coriolanus, patience : _ 
Speak, good Sicinius, 

Sic. Hear me, people ; peace. [fpeak. 

Cit. Let's hear our tribune ; peace : _ Speak, fpeak, 

Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties : 
Martius would have all from you ; Martins, 
Whom late you chose for conful. 

MEN. Fie, fie, fie! 
This is the way to kindle, not to quench. 

i. S. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat. 

Sic. What is the city, but the people r 

Cit. True, 
The people are the city. 

BRU. By the confent of all, we were eftablim'd 
The people's magiftrates. 

Sen. You fo remain. 

ME N. And fo are like to do. 

COR . That is the way to lay the city flat ; 
To bring the roof to the foundation ; 
And bury all, which yet diftinclly ranges, 
In heaps and piles of ruin. 

Sic. This deserves death. 

BRU. Or let us (land to our authority, 
Or let us lose it : _ We do here pronounce, 
Upon the part o'the people, in whose power 
We were elefted theirs, Marcius is worthy 
Of present death. 

Sic. Therefore, lay hold of him; 
Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence 
Into deftru&ion caft him 

BRU. Mdiles, feize him. 

Cit. Yield, Marcius, yield. 

U 3 

66 Coriolanus. 

MEN. Hear me one word, befeech you, 
oot) tribunes, hear me but a word. 

JEJi. Peace, peace. 

MEN. Be that you feem, truly your country's friend, 
And temperately proceed to what you would 
Thus violently redrefs. 

RU. Sir, those cold ways, 
That feem like prudent helps, are very pois'nous 
Where the disease is violent: Lay hands upon him, 
And bear him to the rock. 

Co*. No; I'll die here. [dr&utiiig his Snuord. 

There's fome among you have beheld me fighting ; 
Come, try upon yourfelves what you have feen me. 

MEAT. Down with that fword ; Tribunes, withdraw 
a while. 

BRV. Lay hands upon him. 

MEN. Help, Ijelp Mardus! help, 
You that be noble ; help him, young, and old ! 

Cit. Down with him, down with him ! 

[A great Mutiny: Tribunes, ^Ediles, and 
People are beat in. 

MEN. Go, get you to your houfe ; be gone, away, 
All will be naught elfe. 

COM. Get you gone. 

2. S. Stand faft ; 
We have as many friends as enemies'. 

MEN. Shall it be put to that? 

i. S. The gods forbid! 
I pry'thee, noble friend, home to thy houfe; 
Leave us to cure this cause. 

MEN. For 'tis a fore, 
You cannot tent yourfelf : Be gone, befeech you. 

z* to our *4 v. Ntte. 3 1 Sore upog us. 

Coriolanufi. 67 

COM. Come, fir, along with us. 

MEN. I would they were barbarians, (as they are, 
Though in Rome litter' d;) not Romans, (as they are not, 
Though calv'd i'the porch o'the capitol.)_Be gone; 
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue ; 
One time will owe another. 

COR. On fair ground, 
I could beat forty of them. 

MEN. I could myfelf 
Take up a b;ace o'the beft ; yea, the two tribunes. 

COM. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick; 
And manhood is call'd foolery, when it ftands 
Againft a falling fabrick._Will you hence, 
Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend 
Like interrupted waters, and o'er-bear 
What they are us'd to bear. 

MEN. Pray you, be gone : 
I'll try if my old wit be in requeft 
With those that have but little; this muft be patch'd 
With cloth of any colour. 

COM. Nay, come away. 

[Exeunt COR. COM. and Others. 

i . P. This man has mar'd his fortune. 

MEN. His nature is too noble for the world : 
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, 
Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth : 
What his breaft forges, that his tongue muft vent; 
And, being angry, does forget that ever 
He heard the name of death. [Noise 'within. 

Here's goodly work ! 

I . P. I would they were a-bed ! [ance, 

MEN. I would they were in Tiber! What the venge- 

1 beft of them, 8 trie whether my 

8 Coriolanus. 

Could he not fpeak 'em fair ? 

Enter BRUTUS, and Si c i N i u s , 
the Rabble, again. 

Sic. Where is this viper, 
That would depopulate the city, and 
Be every man himfelf ? 

MEN. You worthy tribunes, 

Sic. He fhall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock 
With rigorous hands ; he hath resiiled law, 
And therefore law HI all fcorn him further trial 
Than the feverity of the public power, 
Which he fb fets at nought. 

i.C. He (hail well know, 
The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, 
And we their hands. 

Cit. He (hall, fure, out. 

MEN Sirs,- 

Sic. Peace. 

MEN . Do not cry, havock, where you mould but hunt 
With* mcdeft warrant. 

Sic. Sir, how comes't, that you 
Have holp to make this refcue. 

MEN. Hear me fpeak :_ 
As I do know the conful's worthinefs, 
So can I name his faults : 

Sic. Conful ! what conful ? 

MEN. The conful Coriolanus. 

RU. He tljc conful ! 

Cit. No, no, no, no, no. 

MEN. If, by thetribunes'leave,andyours,goodpeople, 
I may be heard, I'd crave a word or two ; 
The which fhall turn you to no further harm, 

7 Sir, fir. 

Coriolanus. 69 

Than fo much lofs of time. 

Sic. Speak briefly then : 
For we are peremptory, to difpatch 
This viperous traitor: to eject him hence, 
Were but one danger; and, to keep him here, 
Our certain death ; therefore, it is decreed, 
He dies to-night. 

MEN. Now the good gods forbid, 
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude 
Towards her deserving children is enrol'd 
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam 
Should now eat up her own ! 

Sic. He's a disease, that muft be cut away. 

Afsff. O, he's a limb, that has but a disease; 
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy. 
What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death ? 
Killing our enemies ? The blood he hath loft, 
(Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath, 
By many an ounce) he drop'd it for his country : 
And, what is left, to lose it by his country, 
Were to us all, that do't, and fuffer it, 
A brand to the end o'the world. 

Sic. This is clean kam. 

BRU. Meerly awry: When he did love his country, 
It honour'd him. 

MEN. The fervice of the foot 
Being once gangren'd, is not then refpe&cd 
For what before it was ; 

BRU. We'll hear no more :_ 
Purfue him to his houfe, and pluck him thence; 
Left his infection, being of catching nature, 
Spread further. 

10 deferred '7 Enemies, the 

70 Coriolanus. 

MEW. One word more, one word. 
This tiger-footed rage, when it fhall find 
The harm of unfcan'd fwiftnefs, will, too late, 
Tye leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by procefs ; 
Left parties (as he is belov'd) break out, 
And fack great Rome with Romans. 

BRU. If it were fo? 

Sic. What do ye talk ? 
Have we not had a tafte of his obedience ? 
Our aediles fmot? ourfelves resitted r_Come : 

MEN. Confider this; He has been bred i'the wars 
Since he could draw a fword, and is ill fchool'd 
In bolted language ; meal and bran together 
He throws without diftindiion. Give me leave, 
I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him 
Where he fhall anfwer, by a lawful form, 
(In peace) to his utmoft peril. 

i . S. Noble tribunes, 
It is the humane way : the other courfe 
Will prove too bloody ; and the end of it 
Unknown to the beginning. 

Sic. Noble Menenius, 
Be you then as the people's officer : __ 
Matters, lay down your weapons. 

BRU. Go not home. 

Sic. Meet on the market-place: We'll attend you 

there : 

Where if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed 
In our firll way. 

MEN. I'll bring him to you : _Let me 
Desire your company : He muft come, or what 
Is worft will follow. 
* 5 him in peace. 

Coriolanus. .71 

i. 5. Pray you, let us to him. [Exeunt. 

SCENE U. r be fame. A Hall in Coriolanus'/ Houfe. 
Enter CORIOLANUS, and Patricians. 

COR. Let them pull all about mine ears; present me 
Death on the wheel, or at wild horfes' heels; 
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock, 
That the precipitation might down ftretch 
Below the beam of fight, yet will 1 ftill 
Be thus to them. 


Pat. You do the nobler. 

COR. I muse, my mother 
Does not approve me further, who was wont 
To call them woollen vaflals, things created 
To buy and fell with groats ; to (hew bare heads 
In congregations, to yawn, be ftill, and wonder, 
When one but of my ordinance flood up 

To fpeak of peace, or war : t talk of you ; 

Why did you wifh me milder? Would you have me 
Falfe to my nature ? Rather fay, I play 
jT2ob!p the man I am. 

FO'L. O, fir, fir, fir, 

I would have had you put your power well on, 
Before you had worn it out. 

Con. 239bp, let it go. 

VOL . You might have been enough the man you are, 
With ftriving lefs to be fo LefTer had been 
The thwartings of your difpositions, if 
You had not Ihew'd them how you were difpos'd 
J>e they lack'd power to crofs you. 

COR. Let them hang. 

*9 The things ef 

72 Coriolanus. 

/'or. Ay, and burn too. 

Enter MENENIUS, and Senators. 

MEN. Come, come, you have been too rough, fome- 

thing too rough ; 
You muft return, and mend it. 

i. S. There's no remedy; 
Unlefs, by not fo doing, our good city 
Cleave in the midtt, and perifh. 

VOL. Pray, be counfel'd : 
I have a heart as little apt as yours ; 
But yet a brain, that leads my ufe of anger 
To better vantage. 

MEN. Well faid, noble woman : 
Before he mould thus ftoop to the herd, but that 
The violent fit o'the time craves it as physick 
For the whole ftate, I would put mine armour on, 
Which I can fcarcely bear. 

COR. What muft I do? 

MEN. Return to the tribunes. 

COR. Well, 
What then ? what then ? 

MEN. Repent what you have fpoke. 

COR. For them ? I cannot do it to the gods ; 
Muft I then do't to them ? 

VOL. You are too abfolute; 
Though therein you can never be too noble, 
But when extremities fpeak. I have heard you fay, 
Honour and policy, like unfever'd friends, 
1'the war do grow together: Grant that, and tell me, 
In peace, what each of them by the other lose, 
That they combine not there r 

Co*. Tufli, tufti! 

*4 to'th' heart, 

Coriolarius. 73 

. A good demand. 

VOL. If it be honour, in your wars, to fecm 
The fame you are not, (which, for your bell ends, 
You adopt your policy) how is it lefs, or worfe, 
That it fhall hold companionfhip in peace 
With honour, as in war ; fince that to both 
It ftands in like requeft ? 

COR. Why force you this ? 

VOL. Because, 

That now it lies on you to fpeak to the people : 
Not by your own inftruclion, nor by the matter 
Which your heart prompts you to ; but with fuch words, 
That are but rooted in your tongue, but baftards, 
Of no alliance to your bosom's truth. 
Now, this no more diihonours you at all, 
Than to take in a town with gentle words, 
Which elfe would put you to your fortune, and 
The hazard of much blood. 
I would diffemble with my nature, where 
My fortunes, and my friends, at ftake, requir'd 
I mould do fo in honour: I am in this, 
Your wife, your fon, these fenators, the nobles ; 
And you will rather {hew our general louts 
How you can frown, then fpend a fawn upon 'em, 
For the inheritance of their loves, and fafe-guard 
Of what that want might ruin. 

MEN. Noble lady!- 

Come, go With us ; fpeak fair : you may falve fo, 
Not what is dangerous present, but the lofs 
Of what is paft. 

VOL. I pry'thee now, ray fon, 
Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand ; 

U allowance 

74 Coriolanus. 

And thus far having ftretch'd it, (here ~f be with them) 

Thy knee bulling the Hones, (for in fuch businefs 

Aftion is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant 

More learned than the ears) waving thv head, 

And often, thus, correcting thy flout heart, 

Now humble as the ripeft mulberry, 

That will not hold the handling : Or, fay to them,* 

Thou art their foldier, and, being bred in broils, 

Haft not the foft way, which, thou doft confefs, 

Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim, 

In aflcing their good loves ; but thou wilt frame 

Thyfelf, forfooth, hereafter theirs, fo far 

As thou haft power, and perfon. 

MEN. This but done, 

Even as (he fpeaks if, why, their hearts were yours : 
For they have pardons, being aflc'd, as free 
As words to little purpose. 

VOL. Pry'thee now, 

Go, and be rul'd: although, I know, thou hadft rather 
Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf, 
Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius. 

COAT. I have been i'the market-place: and, fir, 'tis fit 
You make ftrong party, or defend yourfelf 
By calmnefs, or by abfence; all's in anger. 

MEN. Only fair fpeech : 

COM. I think, 'twill ferve, if he 
Can thereto frame his fpirit. 

VOL. He muft, and will : 

Pry'thee now, fay, you will, and go about it. [F ( 

Co* . Muft I go mew them my unbarb'd fconcer Muft 
With my ba/e tongue, give to my noble heart 

S Which often 

Corioianus. 7j 

A lie, that it muft bear? Well, I will do't: 

Yet were there but this fingle plot to lose, 

This mould of Mara'us, they to duft fhould grind it, 

And throw't againlt the wind To the market-place : _ 

You have put me now to fuch a part, which never 

1 ihall difcharge to the life. 

COM . Come, come, we'll prompt you. 

VOL. I pry'thee now, fweet fon ; as thou haft faid, 
My praises made thee firft a foldier, fo, 
To have my praise for this, perform a part - 
Thou haft not done before. 

COR. Well, I muft do't: _ 
Away, my difposition, and possefs me 
Some harlot's fpirit: My throat of war be turn'd, 
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe 
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice 
That babies lulls afleep: The fmiles of knaves 
Tent in my cheeks ; and fchool-boy's tears take up 
The glafies of my fight : A beggar's tongue 
"Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd knees, 
Who bow'd but in my ftirrop, bend like his 
That hath receiv'd an alms:_I will not do't; 
Left-I furceafe to honour mine own truth. 
And, by my body's aftion, teach my mind 
A moft inherent bafenefs. 

VQ-L. At thy choice then : 
To beg of thee, it is my more difhonour, 
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let 
Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear 
Thy dangerous ftoutnefs : for 1 mock at death 
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou lift. 
Thy valiamnefs was mine, thou fuck'dft it from me; 

76 Coriolanus. 

But own thy pride thyfelf. 

Co*. Pray, be content; 
Mother, I am going to the market-place; 
Chide me no more. J'l! mountebank theii loves, 
Cog their hearts from them, and ccme home belov'd 
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going : 
Commend me to my wife. I'll return conful j 
Or never trull to what my tongue can do, 
1'the way of flattery- further. 

VOL. Do your will. [Exit. 

COM. Away, the tribunes do attend you : arm yourfelf 
To anfwer mildly ; for they are prepar'd 
With accusations, as 1 hear, more itrong 
Than are upon you yet. 

COR. The word is, mildly : Pray you, let us go : 

Let them accuse me by invention, 1 
Will anfwer in mine honour. 

MEN. Ay, but mildly. 

COR. Well, mildly be it then; mildly: [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. rbefame. The Forum. 

BR u. In this point charge him home, that he affeft* 
Tyrannical power: If he evade us there, 
Jnforce him with his envy to the people; 
And that the fpoil, got on thedntiates, 
Was ne'er distributed. _ 

Enter an ./Edile. 
What, will he come ? 
JEdi. He's coming. 
BRV. How accompany'd ? 
jEdi. With old Mentniuj, and those fenators 

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That always favour'd him. 

Sic. Have you a catalogue 
Of all the voices that we have procur'd, 
Set down by the poll ? 

JEdi. I have ; 'tis ready. 

Sic. Have you 
Collected them by tribes? 

&di. I have ; 'tis ready. 

Sic. Aflemble presently the people hither: 
And when they hear me fay, It jball be fo, 
I'tbe right and Jlrtngth olbe commons, be it either 
For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them, 
If I fay, fine, cry, fine, if, death, cry, death j 
Infifting on the old prerogative, 
And power i'the truth o'the cause. 

jEdi. 1 mall inform them. 

Bnu. And when fuch time they have begun to cry, 
Let them not ceafe, but with a din confus'd 
Inforce the present execution 
Of what we chance to fentence. 

&di. Very well. 

Sic. Make them be ftrong, and ready for this hint, 
When we (hall hap to give't them. 

BRU. Go, about it._ [ExitJEdile, 

Put him to choler ftraight: He hath been us'd 
Ever to conquer, and to have his 'worth 
Of contradiclion : being once chaf'd, he cannot 
Be rein'd again to temperance; then he fpeaks 
What's in his heart; and that is there, which look* 
With us to break his neck. 

Sic. Well, here he comes. 


78 Coriolanus. 

Senators, and Patricians. 

MEN. Calmly, I do befeech you. 

COR. Ay, as an oftler, that for the pooreft piece 
Will bear the knave by the volume._The honour'd gods 
Keep Rome in fafety, and the chairs of juftice 
Supply'd with worthy men ! plant love among us! 
Throng our large temples with the fhews of peace, 
And not our ftreets with war! 

I. S. Amen, amen. 

MEN. A noble wifh. 

Re-enter ^Edile, 'with Citizens. 

Sic. Draw near, ye people. 

jEdi. Lift to your tribunes; audience: 
Peace, I fay. 

Cox. Firft, hear me fpeak. 

Tri. Well, fay : _ Peace, ho. 

COR. Shall I becharg'd no further than this present? 
Muft all determine here? 

Sic. I do demand, 

If you fubmit you to the people's voices, 
Allow their officers, and are content 
To fuffer lawful cenfure for fuch faults 
As mall be prov'd upon you ? 

COR. I am content. 

MEN. Lo, citizens, he fays, he is content: 
The warlike fervice he has done, confider ; think 
Upon the wounds his body bears, which (hew 
Like graves i'the holy church-yard. 

Co/?. Scratches with briars, 
Scars to move laughter only. 

MEN. Confider further, 
That when he fpeaks not like a citizen, 

7 Through our 

Coriolanus. 75 

You find him like a foldier : Do not take 
His rougher accents for malicious founds; 
But, as 1 fay, fuch as become a foldier, 
Rather than envy you. 

COM. Well, well, no more. [Te Cor. 

Co*. 31 toiH:_What is the matter, 
That being pall for conful with full voice, 
I am fo diflionour'd, that the very hour 
You take it off again? 

Sic. Anfwer to as. 

Co*. Say then: 'tis true, I ought fo. 

Sic . We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take 
From Rome all feason'd office, and to wind 
Yourfelf into a power tyrannical; 
For which, you are a traitor to the people. 

COR. How '.Traitor? 

MEN. Nay; temperately: your promise. 

Co*. The fires i'the loweft hell fold in the people! 
Call me their traitor ! _Thou injurious tribune, 
Within thine eyes fat twenty thousand deaths, 
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in 
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would fay, 
Thou ly'il, unto thee, with a voice as free 
As I do pray the gods. 

Sic. Mark you this, people? 

Cit. To the rock with him ! to the rock with him ! 

Sic. Peace. 

We need not put new matter to his charge : 
What you have feen him do, and heard him fpeak, 
Beating your officers, curling yourfelves, 
Opposing laws with ftrokes, and here defying 
Those whose great power muft try him; even this, 


So Coriolanus. 

So criminal, and in fnch capital kind, 
Deserves the extreameft death : 

BRV. But fince he hath 
Serv'd well for Rome, 

COR. What do you prate of fervice ? 

BRU. I talk of that, that know it. 

COR. You? 

MEN. Is this 
The promise that you made your mother ? 

COM. Know, 
I pray you, 

COR. I'll know no further : 
Let them pronounce the fteep Tarpeian death, 
Vagabond exile, fieaing, pent to linger 
But with a grain a day, I would not buy 
Their mercy at the price of one fair word; 
Nor check my courage for what they can give, 
To have't with faying, Good morrow. 

Sic. For that he has 
(As much as in him lies) from time to time 
Envy'd agaiaft the people, feeking means 
To pluck away their power ; has now at laft 
Given hoftile ftrokes, and that not in the presence 
Of dreaded juftice, but on the minifters 
That do diftribute it ; In the name o'the people, 
And in the power of us the tribunes, we, 
Even from this inftant, banifh him our city ; 
In peril of precipitation 
From off the rock Tarpeian, never more 
To enter our Rome gates : 1'the people's name, 
I fay, It (hall be fo. 

Of. It fliall be fo, 

11 as now 

Coriolanus. Si 

It (hall be fo; let him away; he's banifh'd, 
And it mall be fo. 

COM . Hear me, my matters, and my common friends : 

Sic. He's fentenc'd : no more hearing. 

COM. Let me fpeak: 

I have been conful, and can fhe\v from Rome 
Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love 
My country's good, with a refpeft more tender, 
More holy, and profound, than mine own life, 
My dear wife's eftimate, her womb's encreafe, 
And treasure of my loins : then if J would 
Speak that 31 fcnoto, 

Sic. We know your drift : Speak what ? 

BRU. There's no more to be faid, but he is banifh'd, 
As enemy to the people, and his country: 
It mall be fo. 

Cit. It (hall be fo, it mail be fo. 

Co R . You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate 
As reek o'the rotten fens, whose loves I prize 
As the dead carcafles of unbury'd men 
That do corrupt my air, I banilh you ; 
And here remain with your uncertainty ! 
Let every feeble rumour make your hearts ! 
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, 
Fan you into derpair! Have the power ftill 
To banifh your defenders ; 'till, at length, 
Your ignorance (which finds not, 'till it feels ; 
Making not reservation of yourfelves ; 
Still your own foes) deliver you, as moft 
Abated captives, to fome nation 
That won you without blows ! Defpising, 
For you, the city, thus I turn my back : 

82 Coriolanus. 

There is a world elfewhere. [Exit CORIOLANUS: 
MENENIUS, COMINIUS, Sen. and Pat.yc//o<u;. 

*di. The people's enemy is gone, is gone 1 

Cit. Our enemy is banifti'd ! he is gone ! 

\tbey all Jhout, and throw up their Caps. 

Sic. Go, fee him out at gates, and follow him, 
As he hath follow'd you, with all defpight j 
Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard 
Attend us through the city. 

Cit. Come, come, let's fee him out at gates, come :_ 
The gods preserve our noble tribunes ! Come. \Exsunt. 

SCENE I. The fame. Th* City Gate. 


MENENIUS, COMINIUS, Senators, and Patricians. 

COR. Come, leave your tears; a brief fare wel: the beaft 
With many heads butts me away. _ Nay, mother, 
Where is your ancient courage? You were us'd 
To fay, extremity was the trier of fpirits ; 
That common chances common men could bear; 
That, when the fea was calm, all boats alike 
Shew'd maftermip in floating ; fortune's blows 
When moft ftrook home, being gently wounded craves 
A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me 
With precepts, that would make invincible 
The heart that con'd them. 

PJR. O heavens! o heavens! 

Co*. Nay, I pr'ythee, woman, 

FOL. Now the red peftilence ftrike all trades in Rome, 

a& gentle 

Coriolanus.. 83 

And occupations perifli ! 

COR. What, what, what! 

I (hall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, 
Resume that fpirit, when you were wont to fay, 
Jf you had been the wife of Hercu/es, 
Six of his labours you'd have done, and fav'd 

Your husband fo much fweat Cominius, 

Droop not; adieu: Farewell, my wife, my mother; 
I'll do well yet._Thou old and true Menenius, 
Thy tears are falter than a younger man's, 
And venomous to thine eyes My fometime general, 
I have feen thee ftern, and thou haft oft beheld 
Heart-hard'ning fpeftacles; tell these fad women, 
'Tis fond to wail inevitable ftrokes, 

As 'tis to laugh at them. My mother, you wot well, 

My hazards llill have been your folace : and 

Believe't not lightly, (though I go alone, 

Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen 

Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than feen) your fon 

Will, or exceed the common, or be caught 

With cautelous baits and practice. 

FOL. My firft fon, 

Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius 
With thee a while : Determine on fome courfe, 
More than a wild exposure to each chance 
That ftarts i'the way before thee. 

COR. O the gods! 

COM. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee 
Where thou malt reft, that thou may'ft hear of us, 
And we of tbee: fo, if the time thruft forth 
A cause for thy repeal, we ftiall not fend 
O'er the vaft world, to feek a fingle man; 

*5 exposure 

X 4 

84 Coriolanus. 

And lose advantage, which doth ever cool 
I'the abfence of the needer. 

Co* . Fare ye well : 

Thou haft years upon thee; and thou art too full 
Of the war's furfeits, to go rove with one 
That's yet unbruis'd: bring me but out at gate. 
Come, my fweet wife, my deareft mother, and 
My friends of noble touch : when I am forth, 
Bid me farewel, and fmile. I pray you, come. 
While I remain above the ground, you (hall 
Hear from me ftill ; and never of me ought 
But what is like me formerly. 

MEN. That's worthily 

As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep 
]f I could make off but one feven years 
From these old arms and legs, by the good gods, 
I'd with thee every foot. 

COR. Give me thy hand : Come. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. the fame. Street, leading from the Gate. 

Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and JEdile. 
Sic . Bid them all home ; he's gone, and we'll no fur- 
ther. _ 

The nobility are vex'd, who, we fee, have fided 
In his behalf. 

BRU. Now we have fhewn our power, 
Let us feem humbler after it is done, 
Than when it was a doing. 

Sic. Bid them home: 
Say, their great enemy is gone, and they 
Stand in their ancient ftrength. 

BRU. Difmifs them home. [Exit JBdile. 

Coriolanus. 85 

Here comes his mother. 


Sic. Let's not meet her. 

BRU. Why? 

Sic. They fay, fhe's mad. 

BRU. They have ta'en note of us : 
Keep on your way. [gds 

VOL . O, you're well met : The hoorded plague o'the 
Requite your love ! 

MEN. Peace, peace, be not fo loud. 

VOL. If that I could for weeping, you mould hear; 
Nay, and you (hall hear fome._Will you be gone? 

VIR. You mall flay too : I would 1 had the power 
To fay fo to my husband. 

Sic. Are you man-kind ? 

VOL. Ay, fool; Isthatafhame?_Notebutthisfool. 
Was not a man my father? Hadft thou foxfhip 
To banifli him that ftrook more blows for Rome, 
Than thou haft fpoken words ? 

Sic. O bleiTed heavens! 

VOL. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words \ 
And for Rome's good. I'll tell thee what; Yet go; 
Nay, but thou {halt flay too: I would my fon 
Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, 
His good fword in his hand : 

Sic. What then ? 

VIR. What then? 
He'd make an end of thy pofterity: 

VOL. Baftards, and all 

Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome! 

MEN. Come, come, peace. 

Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country, 

26 Coriolanus. 

As he began ; and not unknit himfelf 
The noble knot he made. 

RV. I would he had. 

VOL. I would he had ? 'Twas you incenf'd the rabble : 
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, 
As I can of those myfteries which heaven 
Will not have earth to know. 

RU. Pray, let us go. 

VOL. Now, pray, fir, get you gone : 
You have done a brave deed- Ere you go, hear this : 
As far as doth the capitol exceed 
The meaneft houfe in Rome; fo far, my fon, 
(This lady's husband here, this, do you fee) 
Whom you have banifh'd, does exceed you all. 

BRV. Well, well, we'll leave you. 

Sic. Why ftay we to be baited, 
With one that wants her wits ? 

VOL. Take my prayers with you. [Ex. Tribunes. 

I would the gods had nothing elfe to do, 
But to confirm roy curfes. Could I meet 'em 
But once a day, it would unclog my heart 
Of what lies heavy to't. 

MEN. You have told them home, 
And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll fup with me? 

VOL. Anger's my meat; I fup upon myfelf, 
And fo (hall ftarve with feeding. Come, let's go: 
Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, 
Jn anger, yo-like. Come, come, come. 

MEN. Fie, fie, fie! [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Volcian Territories. A Higkwaj 
Enter a Roman, and a Volcian, meeting. 

Coriolanus. $7 

Rom. I know you well, fir, and you know me : your 
name, 1 think, is Adrian. 

Vol. It is fo, fir : truly, I have forgot you. 

Rom. I am a Roman ; and my fervices are, as you are, 
againll 'em : Know you me yet? 

Vol. Nicanor? No. 

Rom. The fame, fir. 

Vol. You had more beard, when I laft faw you ; but 
your favour is well appear'd by your tongue. What's 
the news in Rome ? \ have a note from the Volcian ftate, 
to find you out there : You have well faved me a day's 

Rom. There hath been in Rome ftrange infurreftions : 
the people againft the fenators, patricians, and nobles. 

Vol. Hath been ! Is it ended then r Our itate thinks 
not fo ; they are in a moft warlike preparation, and hope 
to come upon them in the heat of their division. 

Rom. The main blaze of it is paft, but a fmall thing 
would make it flame again. For the nobles receive fo to 
heart the banifhment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they 
are in a ripe aptnefs, to take all power from the people, 
and to pluck from them their tribunes for ever. This 
lies glowing, 1 can tell you, and is almoil mature for 
the violent breaking out 

Vol. Coriotanus banifh'd ? 

Rom. Banifh'd, fir. 

Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Ni- 

Rom. The day ferves well for them now. I have heard 
it faid, The fitteft time to corrupt a man's wife, is when 
flic's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Au- 
jidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer 

88 Coriolanus. 

Coriolanus being now in no requeft of his country. 

Vol. He cannot choose. I am molt fortunate, thus 
accidentally to encounter you : You have ended my bu- 
sinefs, and I will merrily accompany you home. 

Rom. I fliall, between this and fupper, tell you moft 
flrange things fromRome ; all tending to the good of their 
adverfaries. Have you an army ready, fay you? 

Vol. A moft royal one : the centurions, and their 
charges, diftinftly billeted already in the entertainment, 
and to be on foot at an hour's warning. 

Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readinefs, and am 
the man, I think, that (hall fet them in present action. 
So, fir, heartily well met, and molt glad of your com- 

Vol. You take my part from me, fir; I have the moft 
cause to be glad of yours. 

Rom, Well, let us go together. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. Antium. Before AufidiusV Hou/e. 
Enter CORIOLANUS, in mean Apparel, 

di/guis'd, and muffid. 

COR. A goodly city is this Antium: City, 
'Tis I that made thy widows ; many an heir 
Of these fair edifices for my wars 
Have I heard groan, and drop : then know me not; 
Left that thy wives with fpits, and boys with ftones, 

Enter a Citizen. 

In puny battle flay me Save you, fir. 
Cit. And you. 

Co*. Diredl me, if it be your will, 
Where great Aufidiut lies : Is he in Antium ? 
Cjt. He is, and fea'fts the nobles of the fiate 

Coriolanus. 89 

At his houfe this night. 

COR. Which is his houfe, 'befeech you. 

Gt. This, here, before you. 

Co*. Thank you, fir; farewel. [Exit Citizen. 

O, world, thy flippery turns ! Friends now fall fworn, 
Whose double bosoms feem to wear one heart, 
Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, 
Are (till together, who twin (as 'twere) in love, 
Unfeparable, fhall within this hour, 
On a diflention of a doit, break out 
To bittereft enmity ; So, felled foes, 
Whose paflions and whose plots have broke their fleep 
To take the one the other, by fome chance, 
Some trick not worth an egg, (hall grow dear friends 
And interjoin their iffues. So with me : 
My birth-place hate I, and rny love's upon 
This enemy town: I'll enter: if he flay me, 
He does fair juftice; if he give me way, 
I'll do his country fervice. [Exit. 

SCENEV. The fame. A Hall in Aufidius's Houfe. 

Mustek 'within. Enter a Servant, 
t . S. Wine, wine, wine ! What fervice is here ! I think 
our fellows are afleep. [Exit. 

Enter another Servant. 

2. S. Where's Cotus? my mafter calls for him:_ 
Cot us! [Exit. 


Co*. A goodly houfe : The feaft fmells well : but I 
Appear not like a gueft. [goes toward the Hearth. 

Re-enter firft Servant, with Wine. 
1 . S. What would you have, friend ? Whence are you? 

>a have I 

90 Coriolanus. 

Here's no place for you : Pray, go to the door. [Exit. 

COR. I have deserv'd no better entertainment, 
In being Coriolanus. 

Re-enter fecond Servant. 

2. S. Whence are you, fir r Has the porter his eyes 
in his head, that he gives entrance to fuch companions ? 
Pray, get you out. 

Co*. Away. 

2. S. Away? Get you away. 

COR. Now thou'rt troublefome. 

2. S. Are you fo brave? I'll have you talk'd with 
anon. [going. 

Enter a third Servant. 

3. S. What fellow's this ? 

2. S. A ftrange one as ever I look'd on : T cannot get 
him out o'the houfe : Pr'ythee, call my mafter to him. 

3. S. What have you to do here, fellow ? Pray you, 
avoid the houfe. 

Co*. Let me but Hand, I will not hurt your hearth. 

3. 5. What are you? 

Co/?. A gentleman. 

3.5. A marvellous poor one. 

Co*. True, folam. 

3. S. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up fome other 
ftation : here's no place for you ; pray you, avoid : come. 

Co*. Follow your function, go, 
And batten on cold bits. [t >u ft > > n g him away. 

3. 5. What, you will not ? _ Pr'ythee, tell my matter 
what a ftrange gueft he has here. 

2. S. And I (hall. [Exit. 

3. 5. Where dwell'ft thou ? 
Co*. Under the canopy. 

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Coriolanua. 91 

3. S. Under the canopy ? 

COR. Ay. 

3-5. Where's that? 

COR. I'the city of kites and crows. 

3. S. I'the city of kites and crows ?_What an afs it 
is ! Then thou dwell'ft with daws too ? 

COR. No, I ferve not thy matter. 

3. S. How, fir! Do you meddle with ray matter? 

COR. Ay ; 'tis an honefterfervice, than to meddle with 
thy miftrefs: 

Thou prat'ft, and prat'ft; ferve with thy trencher, hence. 

[beating him a-iuaj. 
Enter AUFIDIUS, and fecond Servant. 

AUF. Where is this fellow? 

2. S. Here, fir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but 
for difturbing the lords within. 

AUF. Whence com'ft thou? anU what wouldeft thou? 

Thy name? 
Why fpeak'ft not? Speak, man : What's thy name? 

COR. lf,Tu//us, \unmn_ffling. 

Not yet thou know'ft me, and, feeing me, doft not take me 
To be the man I am, neceffity 
Commands me name myfelf. 

AUF. What is thy name ? [Servants retire. 

COR. A name unmusical to the Vokiani ears, 
And harm in found to thine. 

AUF. Say, what's thy name? 
Thou haft a grim appearance, and thy face 
Bears a command in't: though thy tackle's torn, 
Thou Ihew'ft a noble veflel : What's thy name ? 

COR. Prepare thy brow to frown : Know'ft thou me yet? 

AUF. J know thee not; Thy name? 

for the 

92 Coriolanus." 

COR. My name Is Caius Marcius, who hath done 
To thee particularly, and to all the Volcians t 
Great hurt and miichief ; thereto witnefs may 
My furname, Coriolanus: The painful fervice, 
The extream dangers, and the drops of blood 
Shed for my thanklefs country, are requited 
But >vith that furname ; a good memory 
And witnefs of the malice and difpleasure 
Which thou fhould'ft bear me, only that name remains : 
The cruelty and envy of the people, 
Permitted by our daftard nobles, who 
Have all forfook me, hath devour'd the reft; 
And fuffer'd me by the voice of flaves to be 
Whoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity 
Hath brought me to thy hearth; Not out of hope 
(Miftake me not) to fave my life; for if 
I had fear'd death, of all the men i'the world 
I'd have avoided thee : but in meer fpite, 
To be full quit of those my baniihers, 
Stand I before thee here. Then if thou haft 
A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge 
Thine own particular wrongs, and ftop those maims 
Of fhame feen through thy country, fpeed thee ftraight, 
And make my misery ferve thy turn ; fo use it, 
That my revengeful fervices may prove 
As benefits to thee ; for I will fight 
Againft my canker'd country with the fplcen 
Of all the under fiends. But if fo be 
Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more fortunes 
Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, 1 alfo am 
Longer to live moft weary, and present 
My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice -. 

IS I would have voided 

Coriolanus. 95 

Which not to cut, would fhew thee but a fool ; 
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate, 
Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breaft, 
And cannot live but to thy fhame, unlefs 
It be to do thee fervice. 

dvf . O Marciu;, Marcius, 

Each word thou haft fpoke hath weeded from my heart 
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter 
Should from yon' cloud fpeak divine things, and fay, 
"Tis true, I'd not believe them more than thee, 
All noble Marcius. 2D, let me twine 
Mine arms about that body, where againft 
My grained am an hundred times hath broke, 
And fcar'd the moon with fplinters ! Here I clip 
The anvil of my fword ; ai.d do conteft 
As hotly and as nobly with thy love, 
As ever in ambitious ftrength I did 
Contend againft thy valour. Know thou firft, 
I lov'd the maid I marry'd, never man 
Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I fee thee here, 
Thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart, 
Than when 1 firft my wedded miftrefs faw 
Beftride my threfliold. Why, thou Mars, I tell thee, 
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose 
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, 
Or lose mine arm for't: Thou haft beat me out 
Twelve feveral times, and I have nightly fince 
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyfelf and me; 
We have been down together in my fleep, 
Unbuckling helms, fifting each other's throat, 
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius y 
Had we no quarrel elfe to Rome, but that 

r- no other quarrell 


54 Coriolanu:. 

Thou art thence baniQi'd, we would mufter all 
From twelve to feventy; and, pouring war 
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome, 
Like a bold flood o'er-bear, O, come, go in, 
And take our friendly fenators by the hands ; 
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me, 
Who am prepar'd againil your territories, 
Though not for Rome itfelf. 

Con. You blefs me, gods! 

Avf. Therefore, moft abfolute fir, if thou wilt have 
The leading of thine own revenges, take 
The one half of my commifiion; and fet down, 
As beft thou art experienc'd, fmce thou know'il 
Thy country's ftrength and weaknefs, thine own ways : 
Whether to knock againft the gates of Rame, 
Or rudely visit them in parts remote, 
To fright them, ere deftroy. But come, totnc in; 
Let me commend thee firft to those, that (hall 
Say, yea, to your desires. A thousand welcomes I 
And more a friend than e'er an enemy ; 
Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand : Moft welcome. 

3. S. [advancing] Here's a ftrange alteration ! 

2. S. By my hand, I had thought to have ilrooken 
him with a cudgel ; and yet my mind gave me, his 
cloaths made a falfe report of him. 

3. S. What an arm he has ! He turn'd me about with 
his finger and his thumb, as one would fet up a top. 

2. S. Nay, I knew by his face that there was fome- 
thing in him : He had, fir, a kind efface, methought,~~ 
I cannot tell how to term it. 

3. S. He hadfo; looking, as it were, 'Would I were 

Coriolanus. <jf 

hang'd, but I thought there was more in him than I could 

2.5. So did I, I'll be (Worn : He is fimply the rareft 
man i'the world. 

3. S. I think, he is: but a greater foldier than he, 
you wot one. 

2. S. Who? my matter? 

3. S. Nay, it's no matter for that. 

2. 5. Worth fix of him. 

3. S. Nay, not fo, neither : but I take him to be the 
greater foldier. 

2. S. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to fay that : 
for the defence of a town, our general is excellent. 

3. S. Ay, and for an aflault too. 

Re-enter firft Servant. 

1. S. O, flaves, lean tell you news; news, you rafcals, 

2. 3. What, what, what? let's partake. 

1. S. I would not be a Roman, of all nations ; I had 
as lief be a condemn'd man. 

2. 3. Wherefore, wherefore? 

1. S. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our 
general, Caiui Marcius. 

3. S. Why do you fay, thwack our general? 

i.5. I do not fay, thwack our general ; but he was 
always good enough for him. 

2 . S. Come, we are fellows, and friends : he was ever 
too hard for him ; I have heard him fay fo himfelf. 

3 . 5. He was too hard for him directly, to fay the 
troth on't : before Corioli, he fcotch'd him and notch'd 
him like a carbonado. 

2. S. An he had been canibaHy given, he might have 
broil'd and eaten him too. 


Y z 

96 Coriolanus. 

3. S. But, more of thy news ? 

1 . S. Why, he is fo made on here within, as if he were 
fon and heir to Man: fet at upper end o'tbe table : no 
queftion afk'd him by any of the fenators, but they ftand 
bald before him: Our general himfelf makes a miilrefs 
of him ; fanftifies himfelf with's hand, and turns up the 
white o'the eye to his difcourfe. But the bottom of the 
news is, our general is cut i'the middle, and but one half 
of what he was yefterday : for the other has half, by the en- 
treaty and grant of the whole table. He will go, he fays, 
and fowle the porter of Rome gates by the ears : He will 
mow down all before him, and leave his paflage poll'd. 

2. S. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can ima- 

1 . 5. Do't ? he will do't : For, look you, fir, he has as 
many friends as enemies; which friends, fir, (as it were) 
durft not (look you, fir) {hew themfelves (as we term it) 
his friends, whilft he's in dire&itude. 

3-5. Dire&itude ! what's that ? 

i . S. But when they fhall fee, fir, his creft up again, 
and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like 
conies after rain, and revel all with him. 

3. S. But when goes this forward? 

1 . S. To-morrow, to-day, presently ; you fhall have 
the drum ftrook up this afternoon : 'tis, as it were, a par- 
cel of their feaft, and to be executed ere they wipe their 

2. S. Why, then we fhall have a flirring world again. 
This peace is ecofc for nothing, but to ruft iron, increafe 
tailors, and breed ballad-makers. 

3. S. Let me have war, fay I; it exceeds peace, as 
far as day does night; it's fprightly, waking, audible, 

3 s walking 



and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy ; 
mull'd, deaf, afleep, infenfible; a getter of more baftard 
children, than war's a deftroycr of men. 

2. S. 'Tis fo : and as war, in fome fort, may be faid 
to be a raviflier; fo it cannot be deny'd, but peace is a 
great maker of cuckolds. 

3. S. Ay, and it makes men hate one another. 

1. S. Reason; because they then lefs need one another. 
The wars for my money. I hope to fee Rowans as cheap 
as Volcians. They are rising, they are rising. 

2. 3. In, in, in, in. \Exeunt, 

SCENE VI. Rome. A publick Place. 

Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him ; 
His remedies are tame i'the present peace 
And quietnefs of the people, which before 
Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends 
Blum, that the world goes well; who rather had, 
Though they themfelves did fuffer by't, behold 
Diflentious numbers peftring ftreets, than fee 
Our tradesmen finging in their fhups, and going 
About their functions friendly. 


BRU. We flood to't in good time. Ts this Menenius? 

Src. 'Tis he, 'tis he : O, he is grown molt kind 
Of late. _Hail, fir. 

2Bru* tyail, Cr 

MEN. Hail to you both. 

Sic. Your Coriolanus, fir, is not much mifT'd, 
But with his friends : the common-wealth doth Hand; 
And fo would do, were he more angry at it. 

* fleepc 4 warres 

98 Coriolanus. 

MEAT. All's well ; and might have been mueh better, if 
He could have temporiz'd. 

Sic. Where is he, hear you ? 

MEN. Nay, I hear nothing; his mother, and his wife, 
Hear nothing from him. 

Enter three or four Citizens. 

Cit. The gods preserve you both! 

Sic. Good-e'en, our neighbours. 

xu. Good-e'en to you all, good-e'en to you all. 

I. C. Ourfelves.ourwives, and children, on our knees, 
Are bound to pray for you both. 

Sic. Live, litoe, and thrive ! 

BR u. Farewel, kind neighbours : We wifti'd Coriolanus 
Had lov'd you as we did. 

Cit. Now the gods keep you ! 

Yri. Farewel, farewel. [Exeunt Citizens. 

Sic. This is a happier and more comely time, 
Than when these fellows ran about the ftreets. 
Crying, Confusion. 

B R u . Caius Mar dm wa s 
A worthy officer i'the war ; but infolent, 
O'ercome with pride, ambitious paft all thinking, 

Sic. And affefting one fole throne, 
Without affiftance. 

MEN. /5ap, 1 think not fo. 

Sic. We had by this, to all our lamentation, 
If he had gone forth conful, found it fo. 

RU. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome 
Sits fafe and itill without him. 

Enter ^Edile. 

JEdi. Worthy tribunes, 

*7 We fliould by 

Corioraniw. 99 

There is a flave, whom we have put in prison, 
Reports, the Volcians with two feveral powers 
Are enter'd in the Roman territories ; 
And with the deepeft malice of the war 
Deftroy what Hes before 'em. 

MEN. *T5s Aufidius, 

Who, hearing of ourMar'j'baniftiment, 
Thrufts forth his horns again into the world ; 
Which were infhell'd, when Marcius flood for Rome, 
And durft not once peep out. 

Sic. Come, what talk you of Marcius ? 

BRU. Go fee this rumourer whip'd. It cannot be, 

The Volcians dare break with us. 

MSN. Cannot be! 

We have record, that very well it can ; 
And three examples of the like have been 
Within my age. But reason with the fellow, 
Before you punifli him, where he heard this; 
Left you fhall chance to whip your information, 
And beat the meflenger who bids beware 
Of what is to be dreaded. 

Sic. Tell not me; 
I know, this cannot be 

BRU. Not poffible. 

Enter a Meflenger. 

Me/. The nobles, in great earneflnefs, are going 
All to the fenate-houfe : fame news is come, 
That turns their countenances. 

Sic. 'Tis this flave ;_ 

Go, whip him 'fore the people's eyes: his raising; 
Nothing but his report. 

Me/. Yes, worthy fir, 

16 hath beene *7 comming 


ioo Coriolanus. 

The flave's report is feconded ; and more, 
More fearful, is deliver'd. 

Sic. What more fearful? 
Mef. It is fpoke freely out of many mouths, 
(How probable, I do not know) that Marcitu, 
Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainft Rome; 
And vows revenge as fpacious, as between 
The young'ft and oldefl thing. 

Sic. This is moil likely 

BRU. Rais'd only, that the weaker fort may wim 
Good Mardiu home again. 

Sic. The very trick on't. 

MEN. This is unlikely : he and Aufidius can 
No more attone than violenteft contraries. 
Enter another Meffenger. 

Mef. You are fent for to the fenate : 
A fearful army, led by Cat us Martins, 
Aflbciated with Aufidius, rages 
Upon our territories; and have already 
O'er-born their way, confum'd with fire, and took 
What lay before them. 


COM. O, you have made good work ! 

MEN. What news ? what news ? 

COM. You have holp to ravilh yourown daughters, and 
To melt the city leads upon your pates ; 
To fee your wives difhonour'd to your noses, 

MEN. What's the news? what's the news ? 

COM. Your temples burned in their cement ; and 
Your franchises, whereon you flood, confin'd. 
Into an auger's bore. 

MEN. Pray now, the news? 

1+ contrariety. 

Coriolanus. 101 

You have made fair work, I fear me : Pray, your news ? 

IfMarcius mould be join'd with Po/cians, 

COM. If! 

He is their god ; he leads them like a thing 
Made by fome other deity than nature, 
That fhapes man better : and they follow him, 
Againft us brats, with no lefs confidence, 
Than boys purfuing fummer butter-flies, 
Or butchers killing flies. 

MEN. You have made good work, 
You, and your apron-men ; you, that flood fo much 
Upon the voice of occupation, and 
The breath of garlick-eaters ! 

COM. He'll (hake your Rome about your ears : 

MEN. As Hercules 
Did (hake down mellow fruit: You have made fair work ! 

BRU. But is this true, fir? 

COM. Ay; and you'll look pale, 
Before you find it other. All the regions 
Do fmilingly revolt; and, who resift, 
Are om*{? mock'd for valiant ignorance, 
And perifh conftant fools. Who is't can blame him? 
Your enemies, and his, find fomething in him. 

MEN. We are all undone, unlefs 
The noble man have mercy. 

COM. Who fhallafkit? 

The tribunes cannot do't for fhame ; the people 
Deserve fuch pity of him, as the wolf 
Does of the (hepherds : for his beft friends, if they 
Should fay, Be good to Rome, they charg'd him even 
As those fliould do that had deserv'd his hate, 
And therein fhew'd like enemies. 

102 Coriolanus. 

MEN. 'Tis true : 

If he were putting to my houfe the brand 
That (hould confume it, I have not the face 
To fay, 'Befeecbyou, ceafe You have made fair hands, 
You, and your crafts ! you have crafted fair ! 

COM. You have brought 
A trembling upon Rome, fuch as was never 
So incapable of help 

7ri. Say not, we brought it. 

MEN. How! Was it we? We lov'd him ; but, like beafts, 
And cowardly nobles, gave way to your clutters, 
Who did hoot him out o'the city. 

COM. But, I fear, 

They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, 
The fecond name of men, obeys his points 
As if he were his officer : Defperation 
Is all the policy, ftrength, and defence, 
ThztRcme can make againft them. 

Eater a Troop of Citizens. 

MEN. Here come the clufters 
And is Aufidius with him? You are they 
That made the air unwholefome, when you caft 
Your ftinking, greasy caps, in hooting at 
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming; 
And not a hair upon a foldier's head, 
Which will not prove a whip ; as many coxcombs, 
As you threw caps up, will he tumble down, 
And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter; 
Jf he could burn us all into one coal, 
We have deserv'd it. 

Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news. 

I . C. For mine own part, 

Coriolanus. 102 

When I faid, banifti him, I faid, 'twas pity. 

2. C. And fo did I. 

3. C. And fo did L ; and, to fay the truth, fo did very 
many of us : That we did, we did for the beft ; and though 
we willingly confented to his baniftiment, yet it was a- 
gainft our will. 

COM. You're goodly things, you voices! 

MEN. You have made you 
Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the capitol? 

COM. O, ay, what elfe ? [Exeunt COM. WMEN. 

Sic. Go, mailers, get you home, be not difmay'd; 
1 hese are a fide, that would be glad to have 
This true, which they fo feem to fear. Go home, 
And (hew no fign of fear. 

1 . C. The gods be good to us ! Come, mafters, let's 
home. I ever faid, we were i'the wrong, when we ba- 
nifh'd him. 

2. C. So did we all. But come, let's home. 

[Exeunt Citizens. 
BRU. I do not like this news. 
Sic Nor I. 

Bk v. Let's to the capitol : 'Would, half my wealth 
Would buy this for a lie ! 

Sic. Pray, let us go. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VII. Roman Territories 
Enter, marching, A u F i D i u s , and a Volcian Officer : 

Forces at a Dijiattce. 
Avr. Do they ftill fly to. the Roman? 
Off". I do not know what witchcraft's in him; but 
Your foldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat, 
Their talk at table, and their thanks at end ; 

104 Coriolanus. 

And you are darken'd in this adlion, fir, 
Even by your own. 

Aur . I cannot help it now; 
Unlefs, by using means, I lame the foot 
Of ourdefign. He bears himfelf more proudly, 
Even to my perfon, than I thought he would, 
When firft I did embrace him : Yet his nature 
In that's no changeling ; and 1 muft excuse 
What cannot be amended. 

Of Yet 1 wifh, fir, 
(I mean, for your particular) you had not 
Join'd in commiflion with him : but either born 
The aftion of yourfelf, or elfe to him 
Had left it folely. 

AUF. I underftand thee well ; and be thou fure, 
When he (hall come to his account, he knows not 
What I can urge againft him. Although it feems, 
And fo he thinks, and is no lefs apparent 
To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly, 
And (hews good husbandry for the Volcian ftate; 
Fights dragon-like, and does atchieve as foon 
As draw his fword : yet he hath left undone 
That, which mail break his neck, or hazard mine, 
Whene'er we come to our account. 

Off. But, fir, 
'Befeech you, think you he will curry Rome? 

AUT. All places yield to him ere he fits down; 
And the nobility of Rome are his: 
The fenators, and patricians, love him too : 
The tribunes are no foldiers ; and their people 
Will be as rafh in the repeal, as hafty 
To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome 

i* either have borne *7 I befeech 

Coriolanus. 105 

As is the ofprey to the fifh, who takes it 

By fovereignty of nature. Firft he was 

A noble fervant to them ; but he could not 

Carry his honours even : whether 'twas pride, 

Which out of daily fortune ever taints 

The happy man ; whether defeft of judgment, 

To fail in the difposing of those chances 

Which he was lord of; or whether nature, 

Not to be other than one thing, not moving 

From the cafk to the cumion, but commanding peace 

Even with the fame auilerity and garb 

As he controul'd the war: but, one of these 

(As he hath fpices of them all, not all, 

For I dare fo far free him) made him fear'd, 

So hated, and fo banim'd : But he has merit, 

Though he choak it in the utterance. So our virtues 

Lye in the interpretation of the time : 

And power, unto itfelf mod commendable, 

Hath not a tomb fo evident as a chair 

To extol what it hath done. 

One fire drives out one fire ; one nail, one nail ; 

Rights by rights fouler, ftrengths by ftrengths do fail. 

Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, 

Thou art poor'it of all; then fhortly art thou mire. [Ex. 

ACT: v. 

SCENE I. Rome. ApullickPlace. 


BRUTUS, and Others. 

MEN. No, I'll not go : you hear, what he hath faid, 

* Afpray 15 ha's a Merit > 6 To choike 

io Coriolanus. 

Which was fometime his general ; who lov'd hint 
In a moft dear particular. He call'd me, father: 
But what o'that? Go, you that banifh'd him, 
A mile before his tent fall down, and knee 
The way into his mercy: Nay, if he coy'd 
To hear Cominius fpeak, I'll keep at home. 

COM. He would not feem to know me. 

MEN. Do you hear? 

COM. Yet one time he did call me by my name 
I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops 
That we have bled together. Coric/anus 
He would not anfwer to : forbad all names ; 
He was a kind of nothing, titlelefs, 
'Till he had forg'd himfelf a name o'the fire 
Of burning Rome. 

MEN. Why, fo ; you have made good work- 
A pair of tribunes, that have rack'd for Rome 
To make coals cheap : A noble memory 

COM. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon 
When it was lefs expe&ed : He reply'd, 
It was a bare petition of a ftate, 
To One whom they had punim'd. 

MEN. Very well: 
Could he fay lefs ? 

COM. I offer'd to awaken his regard 
For his private friends : His anfwer to me was, 
He could not ftay to pick them, in a pile 
Of noifome, mufty chaff: He faid, 'twas folly, 
For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt, 
And flill to nose the offence. 

MEN. For one poor grain or two ? 
I am one of those ; his mother, wife, his child, 

Coriolanus. 107 

And this brave fellow too, we are the grains : 
You are the mufly chaff; and you are fmelt 
Above the moon : We mufl be burnt for you. 

Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: If you refuse your aid 
In this fo never-needed help, yet do not 
Upbraid us with our diftrefs. But, fure, if you 
Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue, 
More than the initant array we can make, 
Might flop our countryman. 

MEN. No, I'll not meddle. 

Sic. 31 pray you, go to him. 

Afejv. What fhould I do ? 

BRU. Only make trial what your love can do, 
For Rome, towards Marcius. 

MEN. Well, and fay that Marcius 
Return me, as Cominius is return'd, 
Unheard, What then ?~a difcontented friend, 
Grief-mot with his unkindnefs ? Say't be fo? 

Sic. Sap it 6e fo; yet your good will, $9mmiH0, 
Muft have that thanks from Rome, after the measure 
As you intended well. 

MEN. I'll undertake'! : 
I think, he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip, 
And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me. 
He was not taken well; he had not din'd : 
The veins unfill'd, cur blood is cold, and then 
We pout upon the morning, are unapt 
To give or to forgive; but when we have fluff 'd 
These pipes, and these conveyances of our b!ood, 
With wine and feeding, we have fuppler fouls 
Than in our prieit-like fafts : therefore I'll watch him 
'Till he be dieted to my requefl, 

: then ? Eut as a dii- 

io8 Goriolanus. 

And then I'll fct upon him. 

BRU. You know the very road into his kindnefs, 
And cannot lose your way. 

MEN. Good faith, I'll prove him, 
Speed how it will. 1 (hall ere long have knowledge 
Of my fuccefs . [Exit M E N E N i u s . 

COM. He'll never hear him. 

Sic. No ? 

COM. I tell you, he does fit in gold, his eye 
Red as 'twould burn Rome ; and his injury 
The jailer to his pity. I kneel'd before him : 
'Twas very faintly he faid, Rise; difmiff'd me 
Thus,"j~ with his fpeechlefs hand : What he would do, 
He fent in writing after me ; what he would not, 
Bound with an oath, to yield to his conditions. 
So that all hope is vain ; 
Unlefs from his noble mother, and his wife, 
Who, as I hear, mean to folicit him 
For mercy to his country : Therefore, let's hence, 
And with our fair entreaties hafte them on. {Exeunt. 

SCENE II. JnafaanMPo/toftbeVo\dxa. 

Camp before Rome. Certain of the Guard upon Duty: 

Enter, to them, MENENIUS. 

1 . G. Stay : Whence are you ? 

2. G. Stand, and go back. 

MEN. You guard like men ; 'tis well : But, by your 


I am an officer of ftate, and come 
To (peak with Conolanus. 

i. G. From whence? 

MSN. From Rome. 


Coriolanus. 109 

1 . G. You may not pafs, you muft: return : our general 
Will no more hear from thence. 

2. G. You'll fee your Rome embrac'd with fire, before 
You'll fpeak with Coriolanus. 

MEN. Good my friends, 
If you have heard your general talk of Rome, 
And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks, 
My name hath touch'd your ears : it is, Menenius. 

I . G. Be it fo ; go back : the virtue of your name 
Is not here paflable. 

MEN. I tell thee, fellow, 
Thy general is my lover : I have been 
The book of his good afts, whence men have read 
His fame unparallel'd, haply, amplify'd. 
For I have ever verify'd my friends 
(Of whom he's chief) with all the fize that verity 
Would without lapfing fuffer : nay, fomctimes, 
Like to a bowl upon a fubtle ground, 
I have tumbl'd paft the throw; and in his praise 
Have, almoft, ftamp'd the leasing : Therefore, fellow, 
I muft have leave to pafs. 

1. G. 'Faith, fir, if you had told as many lies in his 
behalf, as you have utter'd words in your own, you 
fhould not pafs here : no, though it were as virtuous to 
lie, as to live chaftly. Therefore, go back. 

MEN. Pr'ythee, fellow, remember my name is Mene- 
nius, always faftionary on the party of your general. 

2. G. Hovvfoever you have been his liar, (as you fay, 
you have) 1 am one that, telling true under him, muft 
fay, you cannot pafs. Therefore, go back. 

MEN. Has he din'd, can'lt thou tell ? for I would not 
fpeak with him 'till after dinner. 


Jlo Coriolanas. 

i . G. You are a Roman, are you ? 

MEN. I am as thy general is. 

i . G. Then you ftiould hate Rome, a? he does. Can 
you, when you have puih'd out of your gates the very 
'defender of them, and, in a violent popular ignorance, 
given your enemy your fhield, think to front his re- 
venges with the easy groans of old women, the virgi- 
nal palms of your daughters, or with the palsy'd inter- 
ceffion of fuch a decay'd dotant as you feem to be r Can 
you think to blow out the intended fire, your city is ready 
to flame in, with fuch weak breath as this ? No, you are 
deceiv'd ; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your 
execution : you are condemn'd, our general has fworn 
you out of reprieve and pardon. 

MEN. Sirrah, if thy captain knew! were here, he would 
use me with eftimation. 

i . G. Come, my captain knows you not. 

MEN. \ mean, thy general. 

i . G. My general cares not for you. Back, I fay, go, 
left I let forth your half pint of blood; back, that's 
the utmoft of your having: back. 

MEN. Nay, but fellow, fellow, 


Co. What's the matter? 

MEN. Now, you companion, T'll fay an errand for you ; 
yon (hall know now, that I am in eftimation ; you fhall 
perceive thata^r/f guardant cannot office me from my 
fon Coriolanus : guefs, by my entertainment with him, if 
thou ftand'ft not i'the ftate of hanging, or of fome death 
more long in fpe&atorfhip, and crueller in fuffering ; be- 
hold now presently, and fwoon for what's to come upon 
thee. __The glorious gods fit in hourly fynod about thy 

8 but my 

Conolantis. 1 1 1 

particular profperity, and love thee no worfe than thy old 
father Meneniut does ! O, my Con, my fon ! thou art pre- 
paring fire for us ; look thee, here's water to quench it. 
I was hardly moved to come to thee : but being affured, 
hone but myfelf could move thee, I have been blown out 
of your gates with fighs ; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, 
and thy petitionary countrymen. The good gods affuag6 
thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here; 
~f~ this, who, like a block, hath deny'd my accefs to thee. 

COR. Away! 

MEN. How ! away ? 

COR. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs 
Are fervanted to others : Though I owe 
My revenge properly, my remiffion lies 
In Volcian breads. That we have been familiar, 
Jngrate forgetfulnefs mail prison, rather 
Than pity note how much. Therefore, be gone. 
Mine ears againft your fuits are ftronger, than 
Your gates againft my force. Yet, for I lov'd thee, 
Take this =}= along ; I writ it for thy fake, 
And would have fent it. Another word, Menenius t 
I will not hear thee fpeak This man, Aufidiut> 
Was my belov'd in Rome : yet thou behold'ft : 

Avr. You keep a conftant temper. 

[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, und AuFlDltrs. 

1. G. Now, fir, is your name Mentnimj. 

2. G. 'Tis a fpell, you fee, of much power : You know 
the way home again. 

i . G. Do you hear how we are (hent for keeping your 
greatnefs back ? 

2- G. What cause, do you think, I have to fwoon? 
MEN. I neither care forth' world, nor your general: for 

16 poifon 

fuch things as you, I fcarce think there's any, you're fa 
flight. He that hath a will to die by himfelf, fears it not 
from another. Let your general do his woril. For you, 
Be that you are, long ; and your misery increafe with 
your age ! I fay to you, as I was faid to, Away. [Exit. 

1 . G. A noble fellow, I warrant him. 

2. G. The worthy fellow is our general : 

He is the rock, the oak not to be wind-fhaken. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Tent of Coriolanus. 
Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and Others. 

COR. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow 
Set down our hoft My partner in this adion, 
You muft report to the Volcian lords, how plainly 
I 0ill have born this businefs. 

J!UF. Only their ends 
You have refpe&ed ; ftopt your ears againft 
The general fuit of Rome; never admitted 
A private whifper, no, not with fuch friends 
That thought them fure of you. 

COR. This laft old man, 

Whom with a crack'd heart I have fent to Rome, 
Lov'd me above the measure of a father; 
Nay, godded me, indeed. Their lateft refuge 
Was to fend him : for whose old love, I have 
(Though I fhew'd fourly to him) once more ofFer'd 
The firft conditions, which they did refuse, 
And cannot now accept, to grace him only, 
That thought he could do more ; a very little 
I have yielded too : Frcfh embaffies and fuits, 
Nor from the ftate, nor private friends, hereafter 
Will I lend ear to. [Shout within.} Ha! what fhout is this? 

Coriolanus. 1 1 3 

Shall I be tempfed to infringe ray vow 
In the fame time 'tis made ? I will not."~ 

Enter, in neglefled and mourning Ha&ilt, 

VlRGlLlA.VoLUMNlA leading in her Hand young 

Marcius, Valeria, and other Ladies. 
My wife comes foremoft ; then the honour'd mold 
Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand 
The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affe&ion ; 
All bond and priviledge of nature, break : 
Let it be virtuous, to be obftinate. 
What is that curt'fy worth ? or those dove's eyes, 
Which can make gods forfworn? I melt, and am not 
Of ftronger earth than others. My mother bows; 
As if Olympus to a mole-hill mould 
In fupplication nod : and my young boy 
Hath an afpeft of interceflion, which 
Great nature cries, Deny not. Let the Voldans 
Plough Rome, and harrow //<z/p ; I'll never 
Be fuch a gosling to obey inftincl:; but ftand, 
As if a man were author of himfelf, 
And knew no other kin. 

VIR. My lord and husband ! 

COR. These eyes are not the fame I wo-e in Rome. 

FIR. The forrow that delivers us thus chang'd, 
Makes you think fo. 

Cox. Like a dull actor now, 
I have forgot my part, and I am out, 
Even to a full difgrace. _ Beft of my flefh, 
Forgive my tyranny ; but do not fay, 
For that, Forgive our Romans. O, a kifs 
Long as my exile, fweet as my revenge ! 
Now by the jealous queen of heaven, that kifs 


114 Coriolanus. 

I carry'd from thee, dear; and my true Up 

Hath virgin'd it e'er fince You gods, I prate, 

And the moft noble mother of the world 
Leave unfaluted : Sink, my knee, i'the earth; 
Of thy deep duty more impieflion fhew 
Than that of common fons. 

VOL. O, ftand up bleft ! [raising bint,, 

Whilft, with no fofter cufhion than the flint, 
I kneel before thee ; and unproperly 
Shew duty, as miftaken all this while 
Between the child and parent. 

COR. What's this? [preventing her.. 

Your knees to me ? to your corrected fon ? 
Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach 
Fillop the ftars : then let the mutinous winds 
Strike the proud cedars 'gainft the fiery fun ; 
Murd'ring impoflibility, to make 
What cannot be, flight work. 

VOL. Thou art my warrior; 
I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady 

Cox. The noble fifter of Publicola, 
The moon of Rome ; chaft as the ificle, 
That's curdl'd by the froft from pureft fnow, 
And hangs on Dian's temple : Dear Valeria ! 

VOL. This is a poor epitome of yours, 
Which by th 1 interpretation of full time 
May fhew like all yourfelf. 

COR . The god of foldiers, 
With the confent of fupream Jove, inform 
Thy thoughts with noblenefs ; that thou may'ft prove 
To fhame invulnerable, and ftick i'the wars 
Like a great-fea mark, {landing every flaw, 

* I pray ao j hope to *J curdled 

CorioJanus. n$ 

And faving those that eye thee ! 

VOL. Your knee, firrah. 

COR. That's my brave boy. 

VOL. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myfelf, 
Are fuitors to you. 

Co*. I befeech you, peace : 
Or, if you'd afe, remember this before; 
The things I have forfworn to grant, may never 
Be held by you denials. Do not bid me 
Difmifs my foldiers, or capitulate 
Again with Rome's mechanicks : Tell me not 
Wherein I feem ui. natural : Desire not 
To allay my rages and revenges, with 
Your colder reasons. 

VOL . O, no more, no more ! 
You have faid, you will not grant us any thing; 
For we have nothing elfe to aflc, but that 
Which you deny already : Yet we will aflc ; 
That, if we fail in our requeft, the blame 
May hang upon your hardnefs : therefore hear us. 

Co*. Aujidtus, and you Vohians, mark; for we'll 
Hear nought from Rome in private. __Your requeft ? 

[feat, him/elf. 

VOL . Should we be filent and not fpeak, our raiment 
And ftate of bodies would bewray what life 
We have led fmce thy exile. Think with thyfelf, 
How more unfortunate than all living women 
Are we come hither: fince that thy fight, which fhould 
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts, 
Conftrains them weep, and (hake with fear and forrow; 
Making the mother, wife, and child, to fee 
The fon, the husband, and the father, tearing 

* thing 9 if you failc 

ii6 Coriolanus. 

His country's bowels out. And to poor we 
Thine enmity's moft capital : thou bar'ft us 
Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort 
That all but we enjoy : For how can we, 
Alas ! how can we for our country pray, 
Whereto we are bound ; together with thy vidtory, 
Whereto we are bound ? Alack 1 or we muft lose 
The country, our dear nurfe ; or elfe thy perfon, 
Our comfort in the country. We muft find 
An evident calamity, though we had 
Our wifh, which fide mould win : for either thou 
Muft, as a foreign recreant, be led 
With manacles thorough our ftreets ; or elfe 
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin ; 
And bear the palm, for having bravely (hed 
Thy wife and children's blood. For myfelf, fon, 
I purpose not to wait on fortune, 'till 
These wars determine : if 1 cannot perfuade thee 
Rather to (hew a noble grace to both parts, 
Than feek the end of one, thou malt no fooner 
March to afiault thy country, than to tread 
(Truft to't, thou (halt not) on thy mother's wemb, 
That brought thee to this world. 

VIR. Ay, and on mine, 

That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name 
Living to time. 

Boy. tie (hall not tread on me ; 
I'll run away 'till 1 am bigger, but then I'll fight. 

Co*. Not of a woman's tendernefs to be, 
Requires nor child- nor woman's face to fee. 
I have fat too long. [rising. 

Vol. Nay, go not from us thus. 

J through 

Coriolanas. 117 

If it were fo, that our requeft did tend 

To fave the Romans, thereby to deftroy 

The Vokiani whom you ferve, you might condemn us, 

As poisonous of your honour : No ; our fuit 

Is, that you reconcile them : while the Volciant 

May fay, This mercy nve have Jhe<uf 'et; the Romant, 

This <we receiv'd; and each in either fide 

Give the all-hail to thee, and cry, Be blefl 

For making up this peace! Thou know'ft, great fon, 

The end of war's uncertain : but this certain, 

That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit 

Which thou (halt thereby reap, is fuch a name, 

Whose repetition will be dog'd with curfes ; 

Whose chronicle thus writ, The man 'was noble, 

But 'with his lajl attempt he luip^d it out ; 

Deftroy'd his country, and his name remains, 

To the enfuing age, abhor 1 d. Speak to me, fon : 

Thou haft affe&ed the fine (trains of honour, 

To imitate the graces of the gods ; 

To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air, 

And yet to charge thy fulphur with a bolt 

That ftiould but rive an oak. Why doft not fpeak ? 

Think'ft thou it honourable for a noble man, 

Still to remember wrongs? Daughter, fpeak you: 

He cares not for your weeping Speak thou, boy; 

Perhaps, thy childimnefs will move him more 

Than can our reasons There is no man i'the world 

More bound to his mother ; yet here he lets me prate, 
Like one i'the ftocks. Thou haft never in thy life 
Shew'd thy dear mother any courtefy; 
When (he, (poor hen!) fond of no fecond brood, 
Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and fafely home, 

*8 five ** change 

ii* Coriolanus. 

Loaden with honour. Say, my requefl's unjuft, 

And fpurn me back: But, if it be not fo, 

Thou art not honeft ; and the gods will plague thee, 

That thou reftrain'ft from me the duty, which 

To a mother's part belongs. _ He turns away : 

Down, ladies ; let us fhame him with our knees. 

To his furname Coriolanus 'longs more pride, 

Than pity to our prayers. Down : An end ; 

This is the laft : So we will home to Rome, 

And die among our neighbours Nay, behold us: 

This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, 

But kneels, and holds up hands, for fellowfhip, 

Does reason our petition with more ftrength 

Than thou haft to deny 't. Come, let us go: 

This fellow had a Volcian to his mother ; 

His wife is in Corioli, and this child 

Like him by chance : _Yet give us our difpatch : 

I am hulh'd until our city be o' fire, 

And then I'll fpeak a little. 

COR . Mother, mother ! [holds her by the Hands : Silent. 
What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, 
The gods look down, and this unnatural fcene 
They laugh at. O, my mother, mother, o I 
You have won a happy viftory to Rome : 
But, for your fon, believe it, o, believe it, 
Moft dang'roufly you have with him prevail'd. 
If not moft mortal to him. But, let it come: 
jiufdiui, though 1 cannot make true wars, 
I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufdius^ 
31f you were in my Head, would you have heard 
A mother lefs ? or granted lefs, 4ufidiu3? 

4v?> 1 was mov'd with't. 

16 aa4 his 3 Were you J withaU. 

Coriolanus, 119 

COR. I dare be fworn, you were: 
And, fir, it is no little thing, to make 
Mine eyes to fweat compaffion. But, good fir, 
What peace you'll make, advise me: For my part, 
I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you : and pray you 
Stand to me in this cause. ._ O mother ! wife ! [our" 

Avr. " I am glad, thou haft fet thy mercy and thy hon- 
*' At difference in thee : out of that I'll work" 
*' Myfelf a former fortune." 

Co*. Ay, by and by; [to Vol. 

But we will drink together; and you (hall bear 
A better witnefs back than words, which we, 
On like conditions, will have counter-feal'd. 
Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve 
To have a temple built you : all the fwords 
In Italy, and her confederate arms, 
Could not have made this peace. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. Rome. A public Place. 

MEN. See you yon' coign o'the capitol; yon' corner - 

Sic. Why, what of that? 

MEN. If it be poffible for you to difplace it with your 
little finger, there is fome hope the ladies of Rome, efpe- 
cially his mother, may prevail with him. But, I fay, there 
is no hope in't; our throats are fentenc'd, and flay upon 

Sic. Is't poffible, that fo fhort a time can alter the 
Condition of a man r 

MEN. There is difference between a grub, and a but- 
> yet your butterfly was a grub : This Marciut i* 

i2o Coriolanus. 

grown from man to dragon : he has wings ; he's m . 
than a creeping thirg. 

Sic. He lov'cl his mother dearly. 

MEV. So did he me: and he no more remembers his 
mother now, than an eight year old horfe. The tart- 
r.efs of his face fours ripe grapes : When he walks, he 
moves like an engine, and the ground (hrinks before his 
treading : He is able to pierce a corflet with his eye ; talks 
like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He fits in his ftate, 
as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, 
is finifh'd with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god, 
but eternity, and a heaven to throne in. 

Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. 

MEN. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy 
his mother mail bring from him : There is no more mercy 
in him, than there is milk in a male tyger ; that (hall our 
poor city find : and all this is 'long of you. 

Sic. The gods be good unto us ! 

MEN. No, in fuch a cafe the gods will not be good 
unto us. When we banifh'd him, we refpecled not them : 
and, he returning to break our necks, they refpecl not us. 
Enter a Meflenger. 

Mef. Sir, if you'd fave your life, fly to your houfe : 
The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, 
And hale him up and down; all fwearing, if 
The Roman ladies bring not comfort home, 
They'll give him death by inches. 

Enter another Meflenger. 

Sic. What's the news ? 

Mef. Good news, good news ; The ladies have pre- 

The Foldant are diflodg'd, and Marcius gone : 

Corlolanus. 121 

A merrier day did never yet greet Rome t 
No, not the expulfion of the Tarquins. 

Sic. Friend, 
Art thou certain, this is true? is it moil certain? 

Me/. As certain, as I know the fun is fire : 
Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? 
Ne'er through an arch fo hurry 'd the blown tide, 
As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you, 
[Noise 'within, of Shoutings, and loud Mustek. 
The trumpets, fackbuts, pfalteries, and fifes, 
Tabors, ard cymbals, and the fhouting Romans, 
Make the fun dance. Hark you ! \jzhout again. 

MEN. This is good news: 
I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia 
Is worth of confuls, fenators, patricians, 
A city full ; of tribunes, fuch as you, 
A fea and land full: You have pray'd well to-day; 
This morning, for ten thousand of your throats 
I'd not have given a doit. [ Shout,] Hark, how they joy ! 

Sic. Firll, the gods blefs you for your tidings : next, 
Accept my thankfulnefs. 

Me/I Sir, we have all 
Great cause to give great thanks. 

Sic. They are near the city? 

Mef. Almoft at point to enter. 

Sic. We will meet them, 

And help the joy. [going. 

Enter, in Procejpon, the Ladies; with a great Prifs 

of Senators, Patricians, and People. 

i . S. Behold our patronefs, the life of Rome: 
Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, 
And make triumphant fires; llrew flowers before t'lem: 

122 Coriolanus. 

Unfhout the noise that banim'd Marcius, 
Repeal him with the welcome of his mother ; 
Cry, Welcome, ladies, welcome ! 

all. Welcome, kdies, welcome ! [Flourijh. Exeunt-. 

SCENE V; Antium. A publitk Place. 

Enter A u F I n i u s , attended. 
AVT. Go tell the lords o'the city, I am here : 
Deliver them this ^ paper : having read it, 
Bid them repair to the market-place; where I, 
Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, 
Will vouch the truth of it. He I accuse 
The city ports by this hath enter'd, and 
Intends to appear before the people, hoping 
To purge himfelf with words : Difpatch [Exit Ait* 
Enter certain Friends of Aufidius, 

Confpirators again/I Marcius. 
Moft welcome. 

1 . C. How is it with our general ? 
AVF. Even fo, 

As with a man by his own alms impoison'd, 
And with his charity flain. 

2. C. Moft noble fir, 

If you do hold the fame intent wherein 
You wifh'd us parties, we'll deliver you 
Of your great danger. 

Avf Sir, I cannot tell ; 
We muft proceed, as we do find the people. 

3. C. The people will remain uncertain, whilfl 
*Twixt you there's difference ; but the fall of eithef 
Makes the furvivor heir of all. 

Avf . I know it; 

i* Him I 

Coriolanus. i2 

And my pretext to flrike at him admits 

A good conflruftion. I rais'd him, pawn'd 

Mine honour for his truth : Who being fo heighten'd* 

He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, 

Seducing fo my friends : and, to this end, 

He bow'd his nature, never known before 

But to be rough, unfwayable: 

3. C. Sir, his ftoutnefs 
When he did (land for conful, which he loft 
By lack of (looping, 

Avf. That I would have fpoke of: 
Being banifli'd for't, he came unto my hearth ; 
Presented to my knife his throat : I took him ; 
Made him joint-fervant with me ; gave him way 
In all his own desires ; nay, let him choose 
Out my files, his projects to accomplifh, 
My belt and frefheft men ; ferv'd his defignments 
In mine own perfon ; holp to reap the fame, 
Which he did end all his; and took fome pride 
To do myfelf this wrong: 'till, at the laft, 
I feem'd his follower, not partner ; and 
He wag'd me with his countenance, as if 
1 had been mercenary. 

i.C. So he did, my lord : 
The army marvel'd at it. And, in the laft, 
When he had carry'd Rome ; and that we look'd 
For no lefs fpoil, than glory, 

Av . There was it; 

For which my finews (hall be ftretch'd upon him. 
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are 
As cheap as lies, he fold the blood and labour 
Of our great adion ; Therefore (hall he die, 

* him, and I pawn'd 7 unfwayable, and free. 

1*4 Coriolanus. 

And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark. 

[Noise 'within, of Drums, Trumpets, 
and great Shoutings. 

1. C. Your native town you enter'd like a poft, 
And had no welcomes home ; but he returns, 
Splitting the air with noise. 

2. C. And patient fools, 

Whose children he hath (lain, their bafe throats tear, 
With giving him glory. 

3. C. Therefore, at your vantage, 

Ere he exprefs himfelf, or move the people 
With what he would fay, let him feel your fword, 
Which we will fecond. When he lies along, 
After your way his tale pronounc'd mail bury 
His reasons with his body. 

Au. Say no more; 
Here come the lords. 

Enter the Lords of the City. 

Lor. You are moft welcome home. 

AVF. I have not deserv'd it. 
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd 
What I have written to you? 

Lor. We have. 

i. L. And grieve to hear it. 
What faults he made before the laft, I think, 
Might have found easy fines : but there to end, 
Where he was to begin ; and give away 
The benefit of our levies, anfwering us 
With our own charge ; making a treaty, where 
There was a yielding; This admits no excufe. 

AUF . He approaches, you (hall hear him. 
Enter CORIOLANUS, 'with Drum and Colour) ; 

Coriolanus. 1 25 

Crowd of Citizens 'with him. 

CoR. Hail, lords! I am return'd your foldier; 
No more infe&ed with my country's love, 
Than when I parted hence, but flill fubfifting 
Under your great command. You are to know, 
That profp"roufly I have attempted, and 
With bloody paflage led your wars, even to 
The gates of Rome. Our fpoil, we have brought home, 
Doth more than counterpoise, a full third part, 
The charges of the action. We have made peace, 
With no lefs honour to the Antiatet, 
Than fhame to the Romans : And we here ^ deliver, 
Subfcrib'd by the confuls and patricians, 
Together with the feal o'the fenate, what 
We have compounded on. 

AUF. Read it not, noble lords; 
But tell the traitor, in the higheft degree 
He hath abus'd your powers. 

COR. Traitor! How now? 

Avf . Ay, traitor, Marcius. 

COR. Marcius ! 

Avf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Doft thou think 
I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy floln name 
Coriolanut in Corioli?^. 
You lords and heads o'the ftate, perfidioufly 
He has betray'd your businefs, and given up, 
For certain drops of fait, your city Rome 
(I fay, your city) to his wife and mother: 
Breaking his oath and resolution, like 
A twift of rotten lilk; never admitting 
Council o'the war: but at his nurfe's tears 
He whin'd and roar'd away your viftory ; 

* fpoilct 




That pages blum'd at him, and men of heart 
Look'd wond'ring each at other. 

Co*. He;>r' ft thou, Mars? 

4up. Name not the god, thou boy of tears, 

COR. Ha! 

Auf. No more. 

.Co*. Measurelefs liar, thou haft made my heart 
Too great for what contains it. Boy ! O flave!_ 
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the firft time that ever 
I was forc'd to fcold. Your judgments, my grave lords, 
Muft give this cur the lie: and his own notion, 
(Who wears my ftripes impreft upon him ; that 
Muft bear my beating to his grave) ftiall join 
To thruft the lie unto him. 

1. L. Peace, both, and hear me fpeak. 

Co*. Cut me to pieces, Voldans, men and lads, 

Stain all your edges on me. Boy ! Falfe hound ! 

]f you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, 
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I 
Flutter'd your Volctam in Corioli : 
Alone I did it. Boy! 

;4uF. Why, noble lords, 
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, 
Which was your fhame, by this unholy braggart, 
'Fore your own eyes and ears? 

Con. I^et him die for't. 

Cit. [confusedly.] Tear him to pieces, _Do it pre- 
sently : _ He kill'd my fon, _My daughter ; _He kill'd 
my cousin Marcus; He kill'd my father. 

2. L. Peace, ho ; no outrage ; peace. 
The man is noble, and his fame folds in 
This orb o'the earth : His laft offences to us 

* others * Flatter'd 

Coriolanus. 127 

Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius t 
And trouble not the peace. 

COR. O, that I had him, 
With fix Aufidiufes, or more, his tribe, 
To use my lawful fword! 

Avf. Infolent villain! 

Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. 

[Aufidius and the Conjpirators dranu^ and kill Mar- 
cius; <wbo falls, and Aufidius Jlands on him. 

Lor. Hold, hold, hold, hold. 

AUF . My noble mailers, hear me fpeak. 

1. L. O Tuilus,- 

2. L. Thou haft done a deed, whereat 
Valour will weep. 

3. L. Tread not upon him. Matters all, be quiet; 

Put up your fwords. 

AUF . My lords, when you fhall know (as in this rage, 
Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger 
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice 
That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours 
To call me to your fenate, I'll deliver 
Myfelf your loyal fervant, or endure 
Your heavieft cenfure. 

1. L. Bear from hence his body, . 

And mourn you for him : _ let him be regarded 
As the mofl noble corfe, that ever herald 
Did follow to his urn. 

2. L. His own impatience 

Takes from Afidius a great part of blame. 
Let's make the beft of it. 
JUF. My rage is gone, 
And I am ftruck with forrow. Take him up : _ 

iz8 Coriolanus. 

Help, three o'the chiefeft foldiers; I'll be one -, 
Beat thou the drum, that it fpeak mournfully : 
Trail your fteel pikes. Though in this city he 
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, 
Which to this hour bewail the injury, 
Yet he fhall have a noble memory. __ 
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