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(God turn their hearts ! I never sought their malice,) Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
Both of my life and office, I have labour'd,
And with no little study, that my teaching,
Enter at a window above, the King and Butts. Was ever, to do well: nor is there living
A man, that more detests, more stirs against,
Defacers of a public peace, than I do.
'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart
Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships,
That, in this case of justice, my accusers,
Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,
We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' pleasure,
[Exeunt. From hence you be committed to the Tower ;
Where, being but a private man again,
Become a churchman better than ambition;
Cast none away. That I shall clear myself,
Lay all the weigh', ye can, upon my patience,
In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,
But reverence to your calling makes me modest.
Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary:
That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers,
To men that understand you, words and weakuess.
Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little,
However faulty, yet should find respect
for what they have been: 'tis a cruelty,
Gar. Good master secretary,
I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
of all this table, say so.
Crom. Why, my lord ?
Gar. Not sound, I say.
Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
Crom. And I.
Chan. Then thus for you, my lord! -- It stands agreed,
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
Be known unto us. Are you all agreed, lords?
Cran. Is there no other way of mercy,
But I must needs to the Tower, my lords ? (If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial,
And fair purgation to the world, than malice;
K. Ilen. Well, well, my lords, respect him;
Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it.!
I will say thus much for him, if a prince Must I go like a traitor thither?
May be beholden to a subject, I Gar, Receive him,
Am, for his love and service, so to him: And see him safe i'the Tower!
Make me no more ado, but all embrace him;
Be friends, for shame, my lords !- My lord of Canter-
I have a suit, which you must not deny me;
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory
In such an honour. How may I deserve it,
you shall have Nor. Do you think, my lords,
Two noble partners with you: the old dutchess of The king will suffer but the little finger
Norfolk, of this man to be vex'd ?
And lady marquis Dorset ; will these please you? Cham. "'Tis now too certain :
Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, How much more is his life in value with him ? Embrace, and love this man! 'Would I were fairly out on't.
Gar. With a true heart Crom. My mind gave me,
And brother-love I do it. In seeking tales, and informations,
Cran. And let heaven Against this man, (whose honesty the devil
Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. And his disciples only envy at,)
K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show thy
Enter King, frowning on ihem; takes his seat. The common voice, I see, is verified
A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.-
SCENE IV. The palace yurd.
Noise and tumult within. Enter Porier and his Man. The cause betwixt her and this great offender. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals
! K. llen. You were ever good at sudden commen- Do you take the court for Paris-garden ? ye rude dations,
slaves, leave yonr gaping! Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not [Within.] Ğood master Porter, I belong to the To hear such flattery now, and in my presence! larder. They are too thin and base to hide olences. Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hang'd, you To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, rogue! Is this a place to roar in? - Fetch me a dozen And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; crab-tree staves, and strong ones ; these are but But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure switches to them. – I'll scratch your heads! You Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody. – must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and Good man, [To Cranmer.] sit down ! Now let me cakes here, you rude rascals ? see the proudest
Man. Pray, sir, be patient!'tis as much impossible He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons, By all that's holy, he had better starve,
To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep Tlian but once think his place becomes thee not. On May-day morning; which will never be: Sur. May it please your grace,
We may as well push agaiust Paul's, as stir them. K. Ilen. No, sir, it does not please me.
Port. How got they in, and be hang’d? I had thought
, I had had men of some understanding Man. Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in? And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. As much as one sound cudgel of four foot Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,
(You see the poor remainder) could distribute,
Port. You did nothing, sir!
, Power as he was a counsellor to try him,
cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see Not as a groom. There's some of yc, I see, a chine again; and that I'would
not for a cow, God More out of malice, than integrity,
Port. I shall be with yoa presently, good
puppy. -Keep the door close, sirrah!
Man. What would you have me do?
Fort. What should you do, but knock them down
have we some strange Indian with the great tool and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage,
the good queen,
[The King kisses the Child.
K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prosuddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot,
Crun. Let me speak, sir,
For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
(But few now living can behold that goodness)
A pattern to all princes, living with her,
And all, that shall succeed: Sheba was never
soul shall be: and princely graces, These lazy kuares? — Ye have made a fine hand, With all the virtues that attend the good,
Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall purse her,
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
And hang their heads with sorrow: good grows with
In her days, every man shall eat in safety
Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours :
God shall be truly known; and those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new create another heir,
As great in admiration as herself;
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, Port. You i’the camblet, get up o'the rail; I'll pick And so stand fix'd: peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, you o'er the pales else.
That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
His honour and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations. He shall flourish, with his marshal's staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, Two To all the plains about him :-onr children's children
And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches
Shall see this, and bless heaven.
'Would I had known no more! but she must die, He has business at his house ; for all shall stay.
'Tis ten to one, this play can never please, Thou hast made me now a man; never, before All that are here: some come to take their ease, This happy child, did I get any thing :
And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me,
We have frighted with our trumpets: so, 'tis clear,
Which we have not done neither: that, I fear,
The merciful construction of good women; And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, For such a one we show'd them: if they smile, lords!
And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
persons of the Drama. Peram, king of Troy.
Greciun commanders. Paris his sons.
Theksites, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian.
ALEXANDER, servant to Cressida.
Diomedes. PANdarus, uncle to Cressida.
HELEN, wife to Menelaus. Margarelox, a bastard son of Priam.
ANDRONACHE, wife to Hector.
CASSANDRA, daughter to Priam: a prophetess. Agamemnon, the Grecian general.
Cressida, daughter to Calchas.
Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants.
of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited
In like conditions as our argument,
Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils,
'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away Fraught with the ministers agd instruments
To what may be digested in a play.
Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are ;
Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war.
A CT I.
. To Tenedos they come;
Enter Trolus armed, and Paxdanus.
Tro. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again:
Why should I war without the walls of Troy, Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city,
That find such cruel battle here within? Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan
Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, And Antenorides, with massy staples,
Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none. And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ? Sperr up the sons of Troy.
Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their
Less valiant, than the virgin in the night,
Tro. Say I, she is not fạir?
Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this : for my a fool to stay behind her father; let her to the part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, that Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her: will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the for my part, l’ll meddle nor make no more in the grinding.
matter. Tro. Have I not tarried?
Tro. Pandarus, -
Tro. Sweet Pandarus, –
Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave
[Exit Pandarus. An Alarum. Tro. Still have I tarried.
Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude
It is too starv'd a subject for my sword.
I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;
And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo,
Her bed is India ; there she lies, a pearl:
Alarum. Enter AENEAS.
Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. (Alarum. Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandaras,
Aene. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day! When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were mayReply not in how many fathoms deep
But, to the sport abroad; :- are you bound thither?
dene. In all swift haste.
SCENE II.- The same. A street.
Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.
Cres. Who were those went by ?
Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Before the sun rose, he was harness d light,
And to the field goes he; where every flower
Cres. What was his cause of anger?
Cres. Good; and what of him ?
And stands alone.
churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man,