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Let some o'the guard be ready there.
And fair purgation to the world, than maliceEnter Guard.
I am sure, in me.
K. Hen. Cran.
Well, well, my lords, respect him
Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. Must I go like a traitor thither ? Gar.
I will say thus much for him, If a prince
May be beholden to a subject, I
me no more ado, but all embrace him;
Am, for his love and service, so to him. I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords ;
Be friends, for shame, my lords.-My lord of Can. By virtue of that ring, I take my cause
terbury, Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it
I have a suit which you must not deny me,
That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism, Sur.
You must be godfather, and answer for her.
'Tis no counterfeit. Sufi 'Tis the right ring, by heaven : I told ye all, In such an honour; How may I deserve it,
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling, "Twould fall upon ourselves.
That am a poor and humble subject to you ?
K. Hen. "Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your Nor.
Do you think, my lords, The king will suffer but the little finger
spoons; you shall have
Two noble partners with you; the old duchess of Of this man to be vex'd ? Cham.
'Tis now too certain : And lady marquess Dorset : will these please you ? How much more is his life in value with him !
Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you,
Embrace, and love this man. 'Would I were fairly out on't.
With a truc heart, Crom.
My mind gave me, and brother-love, I do it. In seeking tales and informations
And let heaven
Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation.
K. Hen. Good man, these joyful tears show thy
true heart. Enter King, frowning on them ; takes his seat.
The common voice, I sec, is verified Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound of thee, which says thua, Do
lord of Canterbury to heaven
A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long Not only good and wise, but most religious : To have this young one made a christian. One that, in all obedience, makes the church As I have made ye one, lords, one remain ; The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. Exeunt. That holy duty, out of deai respect, His royal self in judgment comes to hear
SCENE III.-The Palace Yard. The cause betwixt her and this great offender. K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden commend- Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man. ations,
Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not Do you take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude To hear such flatteries now, and in my presence; slaves, leave your gaping. They are too thin and base to hide offences.
(Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the Te me you cannot reach; you play the spaniel, larder. And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you But, whatso'er thou tak’st me for, I am sure, rogue : Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch me a Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.
dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are [to Cranmer.] sit down.' Now let me but switches to them.—I'll scratch your heads : sce the proudest
You must be seeing christenings! Do you look for He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: ale and cakes here, you rude rascals ? ! possible By all that's holy, he had better starve,
Man. Pray, sir; be patient; 'tis as much im. Than but once think his place becomes thee not. (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons) Sur. May it please your grace, –
To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep K. Hen.
No, sir, it does not please me. On May-day morning; which will never be : I had thought, I had had men of some understanding We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them. And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. Port. How got they in, and be hang'd ? Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,
Mun. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in ? This good man, (few of you deserve that title,) As much as one sound cudgel of four foot This honest man, wait like a lowsy footboy
(You see the poor remainder) could distribute, At chamber door ? and one as great as you are ?
I made no spare, sir. Why, what a shame was this! Did my commission
You did nothing, sir. Bid ye so far forget yourselves ? I gave ye
Man. I am not Sampson, por sir Guy, nor Col. Power, as he was a counsellor to try him,
brand, to mow them down before ine: but, if I Not as a groom; There's some of ye, I see, spared any that had a head to hit, either young or More out of malice than integrity,
old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; never hope to see a chine again; and that I would Which ye shall never have, while I live.
not for a cow, God save her. Chan.
Thus far, [Within.] Do you hear, master porter ? My most dread sovereign, nay it like your grace. Port. I shall be with you presently, good inastcı Tó let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos’d puppy.---Keep the door close, sirrah. Concerning bis imprisonment, w is rather
Man. What would you have me do ? If there be faith in men,) meant for his triai Port. What should you do, but knock thery goxn
by the dozens ? Is this Moorfields to muster in ? or christening girls; then Four Noblemen bearing a lave we some strany, Indian with the great tool canopy, under which the DrCHES: OF NORFOLK, come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a me, what a fry of fornication is at door ! On my mantle, &c. Train borne by a Lady: then follows christian conscience, this one christening will beget the MARCHIONESS OF DORSET, the other godinother, a thousand; bere will be father, godfather, and all and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, together.
and Garter speaks. Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There
Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for o'my conscience, twenty of prosperous life, long and ever happy, to the high the dog-days now reign in's pose; all that stand
and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth ! about him are under the line, they need no other
Flourish. Enter King and Train. penance. That fire-drake did I hit three times on Cran. [Kneeling.) And to your royal grace, and the head, and three times was his nose discharged the good queen, against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to My noble partners and myself thus pray blow us. There was a haberdasher’s wife of small All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, wit near him, that railed upon me till her pink'd Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a com- May hourly fall upon ye ! bustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor once, and K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop. hit that woman, who cried out, clubs ! when I might What is her name? see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her Cran.
Elizabeth. succour, which were the hope of the Strand, where K. Hen.
Stand up, lord, she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my
[The King kisses the child. place; at length they came to the broomstaff with With this kiss take my blessing : God protect thee! me, I defied them still ; when suddenly a file of Into whose hands I give thy life. boys behind them, loose shot, delivered such a Cran.
Amen. [prodigal: shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine ho- K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too nour in, and let them win the work: The devil was I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, amongst them, I think, surely.
When she has so much English. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play- Cran.
Let me speak, sir, house, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, For heaven now bids me; and the words i utter but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the Limbs of Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) I have some of them in Limbo Patrum, and there Though in her cradle, yet pow promises they are like to dance these three days; besides the Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, running banquet of two beadles, that is to come. Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be Enter the Lord Chamberlain.
(But few now living can behold that goodness) Cham. Mercy o’me, what a multitude are here !
A pattern to all princes living with her, They grow still too; from all parts they are coming. More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue,
And all that shall succeed: Sheba was never As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, These lazy knaves ?—Ye have made a fine hand, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
fellows: There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these
With all the virtues that attend the good, Your faithful friends o'the suburbs ? We shall have Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her, Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: (her: When they pass back from the christening.
She shall be lov'd and fear'd: Her own shall bless Port. An't please your honour
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, (with her: We are but men ; and what so many may do,
And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows Not being torn a pieces, we have done:
In her days, every man shall eat in safety An army cannot rule them.
Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing Cham As I live,
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
God shall be truly known; and those about her By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, clap round fines for neglect: You are lazy knaves; Nor shall this peace sleep with her : But as when
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phænix,
As great in admiration as herself;
heaven shall call her from this cloud of Port. Make way there for the princess.
Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, [ror, make your head ake.
And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terPori
. You i'the camblet, get up o’the rail; 1'11 That were the servants to this chosen infant, pick you o'er the pales else.
Shall then be his, and like a vine gror to him; [Ereunt.
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, SCENE IV.- The Palace,
His honour, and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations: He shall flourish, Enter trumpets, sounding; then Two Aldermen, Lord And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches
Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke of Norfolk, To all the plains about him :- Our children's with his marshal's staff, Duke of Suffolk, Two children roblemen bearing great standing-be wls for the Shall see this, and bless h
Thou speakest wonders. He has business at his house; for all shall stay,
All that are here: Some come to take their ease,
We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear,
They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the city
Abus'd extremely, and to cry—that's witty!
And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while,
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
PROLOGUE. PRIAM, King of Troy.
In Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece HECTOR,
The princes orgulous, their high blood chaf'd, TROILUS,
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, PARIS,
Fraught with the ministers and instruments DEIPHOBUS,
Of cruel war: Sixty and nine, that wore
Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay
Put forth toward Phrygia : and their vow is made,
To ransack Troy; within whose strong immures Calchas, a Trojan priest, taking part with the Greeks. The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen, PANDARUS, uncle to Cressida.
With wanton Paris sleeps ; And that's the quarrel. MARGARELON, a bastard son of Priam.
To Tenedos they come; AGAMEMNON, the Grecian general.
And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge MENELAUS, his brother.
Their warlike fraughtage: Now on Dardan plains ACHILLES,
The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch
Their brave pavilions : Priam's six-gated city,
Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan,
And Antenorides, with massy staples, DIOMEDES,
And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts, PATROCLUS,
Spur up the sons of Troy. THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian.
Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, ALEXANDER, servant to Cressida.
On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Servant to Troilus.
Sets all on hazard :-And hither am I come Servant to Paris.
A prologue arm'd, but not in confidence Servant to Diomedes,
Of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited
In like conditions as our argument,
To tell you, fair beholders, that our play
Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils,
'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away CRESSIDA, daughter to Calchas.
To what may be digested in a play
Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war.
But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me
Pan. I speak no more than truth.
Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as Enter T'ROILUS armed, aud PANDARUS.
she is : if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she Tro. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again :
be not, she has the mends in her own hands. Why should I war without the walls of Troy,
Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? That find such cruel battle here within ?
Pan. I have had my labour for my travel; illEach Trojan, that is master of his heart,
thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you : gone Let him to field; Troilus, alas ! hath none. between and between, but small thanks for my labour. Fan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ?
Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their
with me? strength,
Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore she's not Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; so fair as Helen : an she were no: kin to me, she But I am weaker than a woman's tear,
would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance;
But, what care I? I care not, an she were a blackLess valiant than the virgin in the night,
a-moor ; 'tis all one to me. And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.
Tro. Say I, she is not fair ? Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, a fool to stay behind her father; let her to the that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her: the grinding.
for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the Tro. Have I not tarried ?
matter. Pan. Ay, the grinding ; but you must tarry the
Pan. Not I. Tro. Have I not tarried ?
Tro. Sweet Pandarus, – Pan. Ay, the bolting: but you must tarry the Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leavening
leave all as I found it, and there an end. Tro. Still have I tarried.
[Erit PANDARUS. An alarum. Pan. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in the Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, word, hereafter--the kneading, the making of the
rude sounds! cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to When with your blood you daily paint her thus. burn your lips.
I cannot fight upon this argument;
But Pandarus–O gods, how do you plague me! At Priam's royal table do I sit;
I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts,
And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, 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 looked yesternight fairer than What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? ever I saw her look, or any woman else.
Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl : Tro. I was 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 storm)
Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. Bury'd this sigh in wrinkle of a smile:
Alarum. Enter ÆNEAS. But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. Æne. How now, prince Troilus ? wherefore not Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than
afield ? Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more compa
Tro. Because not there; this woman's answer sorts, rison between the women !-But, for my part, she is For womanish it is to be from thence. my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? her,-But I would somebody had heard her talk yes
Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. terday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Tro. By whom, Æneas ? Cassandra's wit; but
Troilus, by Menelaus. Tro. O, Pandarus ! I tell thee, Pandarus,
Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'tis but a scar to scorn; When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. Reply not in how many fathoms deep
Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day! They lie indrenchd. I tell thee, I am mad
Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were may. In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair; But, to the sport abroad ;-Are you bound thither? Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Æne. In all swift haste. Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice ; Tro
Come, go we then together. Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,
(Ereunt. In whose comparison all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure
SCENE II.-The same. A Street. The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense
Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER. Hard as the palm of ploughman ! " This thou tell’st me,
Crei. Who were those went by? As true thou tell’st me, when I saym) love h ; Aler.
Queen Hecuba, and Helen.
Cres. And whither go they ?
Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some de A.er.
Up to the eastern tower, grees. Whose height commands as subject all the vale, Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. To see the battle. Hector, whose patience
Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, he Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd:
were, He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer; Cres. So he is. And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Pan, - Condition, i had gone bare-foot to India. Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light,
Cres. He is not Hector. And to the field goes he; where every flower Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself.—'Would 'a Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw
were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time must In Hector's wrath.
friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well, I would, my Cres.
What was his cause of anger ? heart were in her body !-No, Hector is not a better Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among the man than Troilus. Greeks
Cres. Excuse me. A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;
Pan. He is elder. They call him, Ajax.
Cres. Pardon me, pardon me. Cres.
Good; and what of him ? Pan. The other's not come to't; you shall tell me Aler. They say he is a very man per se,
another tale, when the other's come tu't. Hector And stands alone.
shall not have his wit this year. Cres. So do all men; unless they are drunk, sick, Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. or have no legs
Pan. Nor his qualities ;Aler. This
man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of Cres. No matter. their particular additions; he is as valiant as the Pan. Nor his beauty. lion, churlisb as the bear. slow as the elephant: a Cres. 'Twould not become him, his own's better. man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen herthat his valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced self swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown with discretion : there is no man hath a virtue that favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,)— Not brown he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, peither. but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy Cres. No, but brown. without cause, and merry against the hair: he hath Pan. Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. the joints of every thing; but every thing so out of Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight. Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough.
Cres. But how should this man, that makes me Pan. So he has. smile, make Hector angry?
Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : if she Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in the praised him above, his complexion is higher than battle, and struck him down; the disdain and shame his; he having colour enough, and the other higher, whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I haa waking.
as lief, Helen's golden tongue had commended Enter PANDARUS.
Troilus for a copper nose. Cres. Who comes here?
Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
better than Paris. Cres. Hector's a gallant man.
Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Aler. As may be in the world, lady.
Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him Pan. What's that? what's that ?
the other day into the compassed window,—and, you Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
know, he has not past three or four bairs on his chin. Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid : What do you Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetick may soon talk of ?-Good morrow, Alexander.-How do you, bring his particulars therein to a total. cousin ? When were you at llium ?
Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will he, Cres. This morning, uncle.
within three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector. Pan. What were you talking of, when I came ? Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter? Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium ? Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him; Helen was not up, was she?
-she came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. chin, Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early.
Cres. Juno, have mercy!-How came it cloven ? Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, his Pan. Was he angry?
smiling becomes him better than any man in all Cres. So he says here.
Phrygia. Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too; he'll Cres. O, he smiles valiantly. lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and Pan. Does he not? there is Troilus will not come far behind him; let Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too. Pan. Why, go to then ;-But to prove to you that Cres. What, is be angry too ?
Helen loves Troilus,Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of Cres. Troilus will stand to "he proof, if you'll the two.
prove it so. Cres. U, Jupiter! there's no comparison.
Pan. Troilus? wny, he esteems her no more than Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? I esteem an addle egg. Do you know a man, if you see him?
Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you love Cres. Ay; if I ever saw him before, and knew him. an idle head, you will eat chickens i' the shell. Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.
Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he tickled his chin !--Indeed, she has a marvellous is not Hector.
white band, I must needs confess.