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X. Hen. You were ever good at sudden com- | To have this young one made a christian. mendations,

As I have made ye one, lords, one remain ; Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. To hear such flattery now, and in my presence;

(Exeunt. They are too thin and base to hide offences. To me you cannot reach ; you play the spaniel,

SCENE III. - The Palace Yard. And think with wagging of your tongue to win

Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his me;

Man.
But, whatsoe'er thou tak’st me for, I am sure,
Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody. --

Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: Good man, [to C:ANMER.] sit down. Now let me Do you take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude see the proudest

slaves, leave your gaping. He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee : [Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the By all that's holy, he had better starve, .

larder, Than but once think his place becomes thee not. \ Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you Sur. May it please your grace,

rogue: Is this a place to roar in? — Fetch me a K. Hen.

No, sir, it does not please me. dozen crab-tree-staves, and strong ones; these are I had thought, I had had men of some under- but switches to them. - I'll scratch your heads : standing

You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for And wisdom, of my council ; but I find none. ale and cakes here, you rude rascals? Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,

Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much imThis good man, (few of you deserve that title)

possible This honest man, wait like a lowsy footboy

(Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons) At chamber door ? and one as great as you are ? To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep Why, what a shame was this? Did my commission On May-day morning ; which will never be : Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them. Power as he was a counsellor to try him,

Port. How got they in, and be hang'd. Not as a groom ; There's some of ye, I see,

Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in ? More out of malice than integrity,

As much as one sound cudgel of four foot Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean ; (You see the poor remainder) could distribute, Which ye shall never have, while I live.

Ì made no spare, sir. Chan.

Thus far, Port.

You did nothing, sir. My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace Man. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nor ColTo let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd brand, to mow them down before me : but, if I Concerning his imprisonment, was rather

spared any, that had a head to hit, either young or (If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial, old, he or sho, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me And fair purgation to the world, than malice; never hope to see a chine again ; and that I would I am sure, in me.

not for a cow, God save her. K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; [Within.] Do you hear, master porter ? Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it, Port. I shall be with you presently, good master I will say thus much for him, If a prince

puppy. - Keep the door close, sirrah. May be beholden to a subject, I

Man. What would you have me do? Am, for his love and service, so to him.

Port. What should you do, but knock them Make me no more ado, but all embrace him; down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster Be friends, for shame, my lords. — My lord of Can-in? or have we some strange Indian with the great terbury,

tool come to court, the women so besiege us? I have a suit which you must not deny me.; Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! On That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism, my christian conscience, this one christening will You must be godfather, and answer for her. beget a thousand; here will be father, godfather, Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may and all together. glory

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There In such an honour; How may I deserve it, is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a That am a poor and humble subject to you? brazier by his face, for, o'my conscience, twenty K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your of the dog-days now reign in's nose ; all that stand spoons ; you shall have

about him are under the line, they need no other Two noble partners with you ; the old duchess of penance: That fire-drake did I hit three times on Norfolk,

the head, and three times was his nose discharged And lady marquiss Dorset : Will these please you? against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you,

to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of Embrace, and love this man.

small wit near him, that railed upon me till ber Gar.

With & true heart, pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling such And brother-love, I do it.

a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor Cran.

And let heaven once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs ! Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show thy draw to her succour, which were the hope of the true heart.

Strand, where she was quartered. They fell an; The common voice, I see, is verified

I made good my plare ; at length they came to the Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canterbury broomstaff with me, I defied them still; when sudA shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever. denly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, de Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long

livered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to

draw mine honour in, and let them win the work: Cran.

Elizabeth. The devil was amongst them, I think, surely. K. Hen.

Stand up, lord. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a

(The King kisses the child. play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee ! audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the Into whose hands I give thy life. limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able Cran.

Amen. to endure. I have some of them in Limbo Patrum, X. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too and there they are like to dance these three days ;

prodigal :
besides the running banquet of two beadles, that is I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
to come.

When she has so much English.
Cran.

Let me speak, sir,
Enter the Lord Chamberlain.

For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Chan. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here !

Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. They grow still too, from all parts they are coming, This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, Though in her cradle, yet now promises These lazy knaves ? — Ye have made a fine hand, Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, fellows.

Which time shall bring to ripeness : She shall be There's a trim rabble let in : Are all these (But few now living can behold that goodness,) Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have A pattern to all princes living with her, Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,

And all that shall succeed : Sheba was never When they pass back from the christening.

More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, Port.

An't please your honour Than this pure soul shall be : all princely graces, We are but men ; and what so many may do,

That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, Not being torn a pieces, we have done :

With all the virtues that attend the good, An army cannot rule them.

Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse Cham. As I live,

her, If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all

Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads

She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own shall bl Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,

her : knaves; And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when And hang their heads with sorrow : Good gro Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound;

with her : They are come already from the christening : In her days, every man shall eat in safety Go, break among the press, and find a way out

Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find

The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two God shall be truly known; and those about her months.

From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, Port. Make way there for the princess.

And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll [Nor shall this peace sleep with her : But as when make your head ake.

The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phænix, Port. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail ; I'N Her ashes new create another heir, pick you o'er the pales else.

[Exeunt. As great in admiration as herself;

So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
SCENE IV. - The Palace.

(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of

darkness) Enter trumpets, sounding; then Two Aldermen, Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour,

Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke or Non-Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, YOLS, with his marshals staff, DUKE OF SUFFOLK, And so stand fix’d: Peace, plenty, love, truth, Two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for

terror, the christening gifts; then Four Noblemen bear That were the servants to this chosen infant, ing a canopy, under which the Duchess of Nor Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; FOLK, godmother, bearing the child richly habited Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, in a mantle, grc. Train borne by a Lady: then

His honour, and the greatness of his name follores the MARCHIONESS OF Dorset, the other

Shall be, and make new nations : He shall flourish, godmother, and Ladies. The troop pass once

And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches about the stage, and Garter speaks.

To all the plains about him: — Our children's

children Garl. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send Shall see this, and bless heaven. prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high k. Hen.

Thou speakest wonders. ] end mighty princess of England, Elizabeth!

Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, Flourish. Enter King and Train.

An aged princess; many days shall see her,

And yet no day without a deed to crown it. Cran. (Kneeling.] And to your royal grace, and 'Would I had known no more! but she must die, the good queen,

She must, the saints must have her ; yet a virgin, My noble partners, and myself, thus pray ; - A most unspotted lily shall she pass All comfort, joy, in ihis most gracious lady, To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Hearen ever laid up to make parents happy,

K. Hen. O lord archbishop, Play hourly fall upon ye!

Thou hast made me now a man ; never, before X. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop, This happy child, did I get any thing: What is her name?

This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me,

That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire

And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, To see what this child does, and praise my

lords ; Maker. —

Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye, I thank ye all, - To you, my good lord mayor, She will be sick else. This day, no man think And your good brethren, I am much beholden; He has business at his house ; for all shall stay, I have receiv'd much honour by your presence, This little one shall make it holiday. (Eseunt.

EPILOGUE

'Tis ten to one, this play can never please
All that are here : Some come to take their ease,
And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear,
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 !
Which we have not done neither : that, I fear,
All the expected good we are like to hear

For this play at this time, is only in
The merciful construction of good women;
For such a one we show'd them; If they smile,
And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while
All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

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} Trojan commanders.

Priam, King of Troy.

NESTOR, Нестов,

DIOMEDES, Grecian commanders. TROILES,

PATROCLUS, Paris, his sons.

THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian.' DEIPHOBUS,

ALEXANDER, servant to Cressida. HELENUS,

Servant to Troilus. ÆXEAS,

Servant to Paris.
ANTESOR,

Servant to Diomedes.
Calchas, a Trojan priest, taking part with the Greeks.
PAXDARUS, uncle to Cressida.

HELEN, wife to Menelaus.
MARGARELOX, a bastard son of Priam.

ANDROMACHE, wife to Hector. AGAMEMxox, the Grecian general.

CASSANDRA, daughter to Priam, a propheless.
METELAUS, his brother.

Cressida, daughter to Calchas.
ACHILLES,
Asar,
Grecian commanders.

Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants. ULYSSES,

SCENE, — Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.

PROLOGUE.

Io Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan,
Greece

And Antenorides, with massy staples,
The princes orgulous, their high blood chaf'd, And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Sperr up the sons of Troy.
Fraught with the ministers and instruments Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,
Of cruel war : Sixty and nine, that wore

On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Sets all on hazard : — And hither am I come Put forth toward Phrygia : and their vow is made, A prologue armid, but not in confidence To ransack Troy; within whose strong immures Of author's pen, or actor's voice ; but suited The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,

In like conditions as our argument, — With wanton Paris sleeps; And that's the quarrel. To tell you, fair beholders, that our play To Tenedos they come ;

Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge 'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away Their warlike fraughtage: Now on Dardan plains To what may be digested in a play. The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are ; Their brave pavilions : Priam's six-gated city, Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war.

ACT I.

SCENE I. - Troy. Before Priam's Palace,

Enter Troilus armed, and PANDARUS. Tre. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again : thy should I war without the walls of Troy, nát find such cruel battle here within ?

Each Trojan, that is master of his heart,
Let him to field ; Troilus, alas ! hath none.

Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ?
Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their

strength,
Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant ;

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But I am weaker than a woman's tear,

Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance ;

with me? Less valiant than the virgin in the niglit,

Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore she's And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this : for she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sunmy part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, day. But, what care I? I care not, an she were that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the a black-a-moor ; 'tis all one to me. grinding.

Tro. Say I, she is not fair? Tro. Have I not tarried ?

Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the a fool to stay behind her father; let her to the bolting.

Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her: Tro. Have I not tarried ?

for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the Pan. Ay, the bolting : but you must tarry the matter. leavening.

Tro. Pandarus, Tro. Still have I tarried.

Pan. Not I. Pan. Ay, to the leavening : but here's yet in the Tro. Sweet Pandarus, word — hereafter, the kneading, the making of the Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking ; nay, leave all as I found it, and there an end. you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance

[Erit PANDARUS. An alaras. to burn your lips.

Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be,

rude sounds! Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.

Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair, At Priam's royal table do I sit;

When with your blood you daily paint her thus. And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts, I cannot fight upon this argument; So, traitor! when she comes ! When is she It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. thence ?

But Pandarus - O gods, how do you plague me! Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar ; ever I saw her look, or any woman else.

And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, Tro. I was about to tell thee, — When my As she is stubborn-chaste against all suita heart,

Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain ; What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl : I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Between our Ilium, and where she resides, Bury'd this sigh in wrinkle of a smile :

Let it be call’d the wild and wandering flood; But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pander, Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bart.

Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more

Alarum. Enter ÆNEAS. comparison between the women. - But, for my part,

Æne. How now, prince Troilus ? wherefore Det she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it,

afield? praise her, - But I would somebody had heard her

Tro. Because not there; This woman's answer talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your

sorts, sister Cassandra's wit; but

For womanish it is to be from thence. Tro. 0, Pandarus ! I tell thee, Pandarus, – What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, Æne. That Paris is return'd home, and hurt. Reply not in how many fathoms deep

Tro. By whom, Æneas ? They lie indrench’d. I tell thee, I am mad

Æne. In Cressid's love : Thou answer'st, She is fair ; Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'tis but a scar to scom; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart

Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, hier voice; Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of towD 18 Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,

day! In whose comparison all whites are ink,

Tro. Better at home, if would I might, Writing their own reproach ; To whose soft seizure

may. The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense But, to the sport abroad; — Are you bound thither Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell'st Æne. In all swift haste. me,

Tro.

Come, go we then togetice As true thou tell'st me, when I say

I love her ;
But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me

SCENE II.

- The same.

A Stract. The knife that made it. Pan. I speak no more than truth.

Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER. Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.

Sres. Who were those went by? Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as Aler.

Queen Hecuba, and Helen she is : if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she Cres. And whither go they? be not, she has the mends in her own hands.

Aler.

Úp to the castern terrey Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? Whose height commands as subject all the rale,

Pan. I have had my labour for my travel ; ill. To see the battle. Hector, whose patience thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you : gone Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mor'd: between and between, but small thanks for my He chid Andromache, and struck his armoures ; labour,

And, like as there were husbandry in war,

Troilus, by Menelaos.

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