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And see hiin safe i' the Tower.
\ I will say thus much for him, If a prince Cran.
Stay, good my lords, May be beholden to a subject, I I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; Am, for his love and service, so to him. By virtue of that ring, I take my cause Make me no more ado, but all embrace him : Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it Be friends for sbane, my lords.-My lord of To a most poble judge, the king my master.
Canterbury, Chan. This is the king's ring.
I have a suit which you must not deny me; Sur.
'Tis no counterfeit. That is, a fair young maid that yet wants Suff. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told baptism, ye all,
(rolling, Yon must be godfather, and answer for her. When we first put this dangerous stone a Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may "Twould fall upon ourselves.
Do you think, my lords, In such an honour; how may I deserve it, The king will suffer but the little finger That am a poor and humble subject to you? Of this man to be vexed ?
K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare Chan. "Tis now too certain :
your spoons; you shall have How much more is his life in value with him? Two noble partners with you; the old duchess Would I were fairly out on't.
(you ? Crum.
My mind gave me, And lady marquis Dorset; Will these please In seeking tales, and informations,
Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge Against this man, (whose honesty the devil Embrace, and love this man.
(you, And his disciples only envy at),
With a true heart, Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have atye. And brother-love, I do it.
And let heaven Enter the King, frowning on them; takes his seat. Witness how dear I hold this confirmation. Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show bound to heaven
thy true heart. In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; The common voice, I see, is verified Not only good and wise, but most religious: Of thee,which says thus, Domylord of Canterbury One that, in all obedience, makes the church A shreved turn, and he is your friend for ever.-The chief aim of his houour, and, to strengthen Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long That holy duty, out of dear respect,
To have this young one made a christian. His royal self in judgment comes to hear As I have made ye one, lords, one reinain; The cause betwixt her and this great offender. So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden com
SCENE III.-The Palace Yard. Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my presence Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man. They are too thin and bare to hide offences. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals ; To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, Do you take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude And think with wagging of your tongue to win slaves, leave your gaping.
(Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure, Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody: you rogue: Is this a place to roar in?-Fetch Good man, (To CRANMER.] sit down. Now let me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; me see the proudest
these are but switches to them.-I'll scratch TIe, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: your heads: You must be seeing christenings? By all that's holy, he had better starve, Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude Than but once think his place becomes thee not. rascals ? Sur. May it please your grace,
Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much imK. Hen. No, sir, it does not please me. possible
(cannons), I had thought, I had had men of some under- (Unless we sweep them from the door with standing
To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep And wisdom of my council; but I find none. On May-day morning; which will never be: Was it discretion, lords, to let this man, We may as well push against Paul's,as stir them. This good man (few of you deserve that title), Port. How got they in, and be hang'd ? This honest man wait like a lousy footboy Man. Alas, I know not; Ilow gets the tide in ? At chamber door? and one as great as you are? As much as one sound cudgel of four foot Why, what a shame was this? Did my com- (You see the poor remainder) could distribute, mission
I made no spare, sir. Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye
You did nothing, sir. Power, as he was a counsellor, to try him, Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Not as a groom; There's some of ye, I see, Colbrand, to mow them down before me: but More out of malice than integrity,
if I spared any, that had a head to hit, either Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; young or old, he or she, cuckold, or cuckoldWhich ye shall never bave while I live. maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; Chan.
Thus far, and that I would not for a cow, God save her. My most dread sovereign,may it like your grace (Within.] Do you hear, master Porter? To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd Purt. I shall be with you presently, good Concerning his imprisonment, was rather master puppy.-Keep the door close, sirrab. (If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, Man. What would you have me do? And fair purgation to the world, than malice; Port. What should you do, but knock them I am sure, in me.
down by the dozens? Is this Moortields to misK. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him;. ter in? or have we some strange Indian with the Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. great tool come to court, the women so besiege
us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at FOLK,two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls door! On my Christian conscience, this one for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen christening will beget a thousand; here will be bearing a canopy, under which the DUCHESS OF father, godfather, and all together.
NORFOLK, godmother, bearing the Child richly Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. habited in a mantle, dc. Train borne by a Lady; There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he then folloros the MARCHIONESS OF DORSET, the should be a brazier by his face, for, o' my con other godmother, and Ladies. The Troop pass science, twenty of the dog-days now reign in 's once about the stage, and Garter speaks. nose : all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance: That fire
Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, drake did I hit three times on the head, and send prosperous life, long, and ever bappy, tó three times was his nose discharged against me: the high and mighty princess of England, Elizahe stands there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit
Flourish. Enter King, and Train. near him, that railed upon me till her pink'd Cran. (Kneeling.) And to your royal grace, porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a
and the good queen, combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor My noble partners, and myself, thus pray: once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs! All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, when I might see from far some forty trun- Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, cheoneers draw to her succour, which were the May hourly fall upon ye! hope of the Strand, where she was quarterd. K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop; They fell on; I made good my place; at length What is her name? they came to the broomstaff with me. I defied Cran.
Elizabeth. them still; when suddenly a file of boys behind K. Hen.
Stand up, lord. them, loose shot, delivered such a shower of
[The King kisses the Child. pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour With this kiss take my blessing : God protect in, and let them win the work. The devil was Into whose hands I give thy life. [thee! amongst them, I think surely,
Amen. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a K. Hon. My noble gossips, ye have been too playhouse, and fight for bitten apples; that no prodigal: audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, When she has so much English, are able to endure. I have some of them in Cran.
Let me speak, sir, Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter these three days; besides the running banquet Let none think flattery, for they'll find them of two beadles, that is to come.
This royal infant (heaven still move about her!) Enter the Lord Chamberlain.
Though in her cradle, yet now promises Cham. Mercy o’me,what a multitude are here! Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, They grow still too, from all parts they are Which time shall bring to ripeness: Sheshall be coming,
(porters, (But few now living can behold that goodness), As if we kept a fair here! Where are these A pattern to all princes living with her, These lazy knaves? -Ye have made a fine hand, and all that shall succeed: Sheba was never fellows.
More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, Your faithful friends o' the suburbs? We shall That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, have
With all the virtues that attend the good, [her, Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse When they pass back from the christening. Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: Port.
An't please your honour, She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own shall We are but men; and what so many may do,
bless her: Not being torn a pieces, we have done : Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, An army cannot rule them.
And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows Chu T. As I live,
with her: If the king blame me fort, I'll lay ye all In her days, every man shall eat in safety By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing Ciap round fines for neglect : You are lazy The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : kuaves;
God shall be truly known; and those about her Anå here ye lie baiting of bombards, when From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, Ye should do service. Hark,the trumpets,sound; And by those claim their greatness, not by They are come already from the christening:
(when Go, break among the press, and find a way out (Nor shall this peace sleep with her: But as To let the troop pass fairly ; or, I'll find The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phenix, A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two Her ashes new create another heir, months.
As great in admiration as herself: Port. Make way there for the princess. So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of make your head ake.
darkness), Port. You i' the camblet, get up o' the rail; Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, I'll pick you o'er the pales else. [Ereunt. Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,
And so stand fix d: Peace, plenty, love, truth, SCENE IV. The Palace.
terror, Enemy Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Lord Mayor, Garter, CEANMER, DUKE OF Sha 1 then be his, and like a vine grow to him ; NORFOLK, with his Marshal staff, DUKE OF SUF- Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
His honour and the greatness of his name And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, Shall be, and make new nations: He shall lords ;flourish,
Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches She will be sick else. This day, no man think To all the plains about him ;
-Our children's He has business at his house; for all shall stay, Shall see this, and bless heaven. [children This little one shall make it holiday. [Exeunt. K. Hen.
Thou speakest wonders. Cran. She shall be to the happiness of England, An aged princess; many days shall see her, And yet no day without a deed to crown it. 'Tis ten to one this play can never please 'Would I had known no more! but she must die, All that are here: Some come to take their ease, She must, the saints must have her; yeta virgin, And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, A most unspotted lily shall she pass
We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. clear, K. Hen. O lord archbishop,
They'll say, 'tis naught:others, to hear the city Thou hast made me now a man; never, before Abus'd extremely, and to cry-that's witty! This happy child, did I get any thing: Which we have not done neither: that. I fear This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, All the expected good we are like to hear That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire For this play at this time, is only in To see what this child does, and praise my The merciful construction of good women; Maker.
For such a one we show'd them; If they smile, I thank ye all, -To you, my good lord mayor, And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while And yo'r good brethren, I am much beholden; All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, I have receiv'd much honour by your presence, If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap.
Troilus and Cressida.
Persons Represented. PRIAX, KING of Troy.
NESTOR, Grecian Commanders. PARIS, his Sons.
THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian. ÆNEAS,
ALEXANDER, Servant to Cressida.
Servant to Troilus; Servant to Paris; Servant CALCHAS, a Trojan Priest, taking part with the to Diomedes.
HELEN, Wife to Menelaus.
ANDROMACHE, Wife to Hector.
CASSANDRA, Daughter to Priam; a Propheless. AGAMEMNON, the Grecian General.
CRESSIDA, Daughter to Calchas.
Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants.
Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,
Sets all on hazard And hither am I come
Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are ; To ransack Troy:within whose strong immures Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen, With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the quarrel. To Tenedos they come; And the deep-drawing barka do there disgorge Their warlike franghtage: Nowon Dardan plains
SCENE I. Troy. Before Priam's Palace. The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Enter Troilus armed, and PANDAEUS, Their brave pavilions : Priam's six-gated city, Tro. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again: Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan, Why should I war without the walls of Troy, And Antenorides, with massy staples,
That find such cruel battle here within ? And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, Spur up the sons of Troy.
Let him to tield ; Troilus, alis! hath none.
Pain. Will this geer ne'er be mended ? Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to she's not so fair as Helen: an she were not kin their strength,
(valiant; to me, she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness is on Sunday. But what care l? I care not, an But I am weaker than a woman's tear, she were a black-a-moor: 'tis all one to me. Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance ; Tro. Say 1, she is not fair? Less valiant than the virgin in the night, Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. And skill-less as unpractis d infancy.
She's a fool to stay behind her father; let her Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this : to the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. I see her: for my part, I'll meddle nor make He that will have a cake out of the wheat, no more in the matter. must tarry the grinding.
Tro. Pandarus, Tro. Have I not tarried? (the bolting. Pin. Not I. Pun. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry Tro. Sweet Pandarus,Tro. Have I not tarried ? [leavening. Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will Min. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leave all as I found it, and there an end. Tro. Still have I tarried.
(Exit PANDARUS. An Alarum, Pan. Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace the word-hereafter, the kneading, the making rude sounds! of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or When with your blood you daily paint her thus. you may chance to burn your lips.
I cannot fight upon this argument; Tro. Patience herself, whatgoddesse'ershe be, It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do. But Pandarus-0 Gods, how do you plague me! At Priam's royal table do I sit;
I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; Andwhen fair Cressid comes into mythonghts -- And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to wco, So, traitor!--when she comes !-When is she As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. thence ?
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, Pan. Well, she look'd yesternight fairer than what Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? ever I saw her look, or any woman else.
HO bed is India; there she lies, a pearl : Tro. Iwas about to tell thee.- When my heart, Between our Ilium, and where she resides, As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain; Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood: Lest Hector, or my father should perceive me, Ourself the merchant; and this sailing Pandar, I have, (as when the sun doth light a storin), Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. Bury'd this sigh in a wrinkle of a smile :
Alarum. Enter ÆNEAS. But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Æne. How now, Prince Troilus? wherefore Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. not afeld?
[swer sorts, Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker Tro. Because not there ; This woman's anthan Helen's (well, go to), there were no more For womanish it is to be from thence. comparison between the women,---But, for my What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? part, she is my kinswoman; I wonld not, as Rne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. they term it, praise her,--But I would some Tro. By whom, Æneas? budy had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I Ene.
Troilus, by Menelaus. will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit; Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'tis but a scar to scorn ; but
Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,-. Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, to-day!
(may.-Reply not in how many fathoms deep
Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were 2 liey lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad But, to the sport abroad;-Are you bound In Cressid's love; Thou answer'st, She is fair; Ene. In all swift haste.
[thither? Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Tro. Come, go we then together. (Exeuni. Iler eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice,
SCENE II. The same. A Street.
Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER. Writing their own reproach; To whose soft Cres. Who were those went by? seizure
Queen Hecuba, and Helen, The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Cres. And whither go they? Hard as the palm of ploughman! This, thou Alex.
Up to the eastern tower, tell'st me,
Whose height commands as subject all the vale, As true thou tellest me, when I say, I love her; To see the battle. Hector, whose patience But, saying, thus, instead of oil and balm, Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was movid: Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer; The knife that made it.
(me And, like as there were husbandry in war, Pun. I speak no more than truth.
Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light, Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.
And to the field goes he ; where every flower Pun. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be Did, as a prophet, weep wbat it foresaw as wle is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; In lector's wrath. an shu be not, she has the mends in her own Cress. What was his cause of anger? hands.
Alex. The noise goes, this : There is among Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? the Greeks
Pan. I have had my labour for my travel; ill- A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you; They call him, Ajax. gone between and between, but small thanks Cres.
Good; And what of him? fc! my labour.
(with me? Alex. They say he is a very man per se, Tic. What, art thou angry, Pandarus! what, Aud stands alone.
C'res. So do all men; unless they are drunk, Cres. "Twould not become him, his own's sick, or have no legs.
better. Alex. This man, lady, hath robbd many Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Ilclen beasts of their particular additions; he is as herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for a valiant as the lión, churlish as the bear, slow brown favour (for so ʼtis, I must confess),-- Not as the elephant, a man into whom nature liath so brown neither. crowded humours that his valour is crushed into Cres. No, but brown,
[brown. folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not no man hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. of'; nor any man an attaint, but he carries some Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. stain of it: he is melancholy without cause, and Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough. merry against the hair: 11 hath the joints of Pan. So he ha every thing; but every thing so out of joint, Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no if she praised him above, his complexion is use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight. higher than his : he having colour enough, and
Cres. But how should this man, that makes the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a me smile, make Hector angry?
good complexion. I had as lief, Helen's golden dles. They say, he yesterday coped Hector tongue had commended Troilus for a copper in the battle, and struck him downı; the disdain nose.
(better than Paris. and shame whereof bath ever since kept llector Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him fasting and waking.
Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Enter PANDART'S.
Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to Cres. Who comes here?
him the other day into a compass'd window,--Aler. Madam, yonr uncle Pandarus. and, you know, he has not pass'd three or four Cros. Hector's a gallant man
hairs on his chin. Alex. As may be in the world, lady.
Cres. Indeed a tapster's arithmetick may soon Pan. What's that? what's that?
bring his particulars therein to a total. Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will he, Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What within three pound, list as much as his brother do you talk of ?--Good morrow, Alexander.- Hector. How do you, consin? When were you at llium? Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter? Cors. This morning, uncle.
Pum. But, to prove to you that Helen leves Pan. What were you talking of, when I came? him;--she came, and puts me her white hand to Was Ilector armed, and gone, ere ye came to his cloven chin, Iliun? Helen was not up, was she?
Cres. Juno have mercy!-How cameit cloren? Crez. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, Pan. Een so; Ilector was stirring early. his smiling becomes him better than any man Cres. That were we talking of,and of his anger. in all Phrygia. Pan. Was he angry?
Cres. O, he smiles valiantly, Cres. So he says here.
Fan. Does he not? lun. True, he was so; I know the canse too : Cres. O yes, an 'twere a clond in autumn. he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that; Min. Why, go to then :- But to prove to you and there is Troilus will not come far behind that Helen loves Troilus,him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll them that too.
prove it so. Cres. What, is he angry too? [of the two. Pan. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man than I esteem an addle egg. Crez. 0, Jupiter! there's no comparison. Cres. If you love an adule egg as well as you
Pun. What, not between Troilus and Hector? love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' ile Do you know a man if you see him? shim. shell.
Cres. Ay, if I ever saw him before, and knew Pan. I cannot choose but langh to think how Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.
she tickled his chin ;--- Indeed, she has a marCres. Then you say as I say; for I am sure, vellous white hand, I must needs confess, he is not Hector.
[degrees. Cres. Without the rack. Pn. No, por Hector is not Troilus, in some Fan. And she takes upon her to spy a white Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself, hair on his chin. Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, Cres. Alas, poor chin, many a wart is richer, Cres. So he is.
Prun. But there was such laughing :-Queen Fan. --Condition, I had gone barefoot to Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran v'er. Cres. He is not Hector.
India. Cres. With mill-stones. Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself-'Would Pun. And Cassandra laughed. a were himself! Well, the gods are above ? Cres. But there was a more temperate fire Time must friend or end: Well, Troilus, well, under the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes ron I would, my heart were in her body !-No, Jan. And Hector laughed. fo'er too? Hector is not a better man than Troilus. Cres. At what was all this laughing? Cres. Excuse me.
Pon. Marry, at the wlute hair that Helen Pan. He is elder.
spied on Troilus' chin. Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.
Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should
Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. Cres. What was his answer?
Pan. Quoth she, llere's inut one and fifty hairs Cres. No matter,
on your chin, and one of them is white. Fak. Nor his beauty.
Cres. This is her question.