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Port. You dic, nothing, Sir. My most dread sovereign, may it like your Mun. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor grace

(pos'd Colbrand,* to mow them down before me: but, To let my tongue excuse all. What was pur. If I spared any, that had a head to hit, either Concerning his imprisonment, was råther young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold. (If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial, maker, let me never hope to see a chine again, And fair purgation to the world, than malice; and that I would not for a cow, God save her. I am sure, in'me.

(Within.) Do you hear, master Porter? K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Port. I shall be with you presently, good Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. master puppy.-Keep the door close, Sirrah. I will say thus much for him, If a prince Man. What would you have me do? May be beholden to a subject, I

Port. What should you do, but knock them Am, for his love and service, so to him. down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to Make me no more ado, but all embrace him ; muster in ? or have we some strange Indian Be friends, for shame, my lords.-My lord of with the great tool come to court, the women so Canterbury,

besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication I have a suit which you must not deny me; is at door! On my Christian conscience, this This is, a fair young maid that yet wants bap- one christening will beget a thousand, here tism,

will be father, godfather, and all together. You must be godfather, and answer for her. Man. The spoons will be the bigger, Sir. Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he glory

should be a brazier by his face, for, o' my conIn such an honour; How may I deserve it, science, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's That am a poor and humble subject to you? nose ; all that stand about him are under the K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare line, they need no other penance: That fire

your spoons ; * you shall have drake did I hit three times on the head, and Two noble partners with you; the old duchess three times was his nose discharged against of Norfolk,

(you ? me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to And lady marquis Dorset ; Will these please blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge small wit near him, that railed upon me till Embrace, and love this man.

[you, her pink'd porringert fell off her head, for Gar. With a true heart,

kindling such a combustion in the state. I And brother-love, I do it.

miss'd the meteorf once, and hit that woman, Cran. And let heaven

who cried out, clubs! when I might see from Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. far some forty truncheoneers draw to her sucK. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show cour, which were the hope of the Strand, where thy true heart.

she was quartered. They fell on; I made good The common voice, I see, is verified [bury my place; at length they came to the broomOf thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canter-staff 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, Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was To have this young one made a Christian. fain to draw mine honour in, and let them win As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; the work: The devil was amongst them, I think, So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. surely.

(Exeunt. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a

play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that SCENE 111.-The Palace Yard.

no audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, his Man.

are able to endure. I have some of them in Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye ras. dance these three days; besides the running

Limbo Patrum,ĝ and there they are like to cals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden ?+ | banquet of two beadles,li that is to come. ye rude slaves, leave your gaping. I [Within.) Good master porter, I belong to

Enter the Lord CHAMBERLAIN. the larder.

Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, Cham. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are you rogue: Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch

here!

(coming, me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; They grow still too, from all parts they are these are but switches to them.-l'ii scratch As if we kept a fair here! Where are these your heads : You must be seeing christenings?

porters, Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude These lazy knaves ?-Ye have made a fine rascals?

hand, fellows. Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much There's a trim rabble let in : Are all these impossible

(cannons,) Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall (Unless we sweep them from the door with

have

(ladies To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep Great store of room, no doubt, left for the On May-day morning; which will never be: When they pass back from the christening. We may as well push against Paul's, as stir Port. An't please your honour them.

We are but men; and what so many may do, Port. How got they in, and be hang'd ? Not being torn a pieces, we have done : Man. Alas, I know not ; How gets the tide An army cannot rule them. As much as one sound cudgel of four foot [in? Cham. As I live, (You see the poor remainder) could

distribute, If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all I made no spare, Sir.

By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads • It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present spoons * Guy of Warwick, nor Colbrand the Danish glans to their god-chi.dren.

+ Pink'd cap.

i The brazier. + The bear garden on the Bank-side. * Roaring. Place of confinement. 11 A desert of whipping

Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy | And hang their heads with sorrow: Good knaves;

grows with her: And here ye lie baiting of bumbards," when In her days, every man shall eat in safety Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing sound;

The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: They are come already from the christening: God shall be truly known; and those about her Go, break among the press, and find a way out From her shall read the perfect ways of honTo let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find

our,

[blood. A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two And by those claim their greatness, not by months.

[Nor* shall this peace sleep with her. But as Port. Make way there for the princess.

when Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, I'll make your head ache.

Her ashes new create another heir.
Port, You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail; As great in admiration as herself;
I'll pickt you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt. So shall she leave her blessedness to one,

(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of SCENE IV.-The Palace.

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

Lord MAYOR, GARTER, CRANMER, Duke of Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, NORFOLK, with his Marshul's Stuff, Duke of And so stand fix'di Peace, plenty, love, truth, SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great stand

terror, ing-bowls for the christening gifts; then four That were the servants to this chosen infant, Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; Duchess of NORFOLK, godmother, bearing the Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall

shine, child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train His honour and the greatness of his name borne by u Lady; then follows the Marchioness Shall be, and make new nations: He shall of Dorset, the other godmother, and Ladies.

flourish, The Troop pass once about the stage, and GAR- And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches TER speaks.

To all the plains about him:- -Our children's Gart. Heaven from thy endless goodness,

children send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, tó Shall see this, and bless heaven. the high and mighty princess of England,

K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders] Elizabeth!

Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of Eng

land, Flourish. Enter King, and Train.

An aged princess; many days shall see her, Cran. [Kneeling.) And to your royal grace, And yet no day without a deed to crown it. and the good queen,

'Would I had known no more! but she must My noble partners, and myself, thus pray:

die,

[gin, All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,

She must, the saints must have her; yet a vira Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, A most unspotted lily shall she pass (her May hourly fall upon ye!

To the ground, and all the world shall mourn K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop; K. Hen. O lord archbishop, What is her name?

Thou hast made me now a man; never, before Cran. Elizabetó.

This happy child, did I get any thing: K. Hen. Stand up, lord.

This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, (The King kisses the child. That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire With this kiss take my blessing: God protect To see what this child does, and praise my Into whose hands I give thy life, [thee!

Maker. Cran. Amen.

I thank ye all,-To you, my good lord mayor, K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too And your good brethren, I am much beholden; prodigal:

I have receiv'd much honour by your presence, I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, When she has so much English.

lords;

(ye, Cran. Let me speak, Sir,

(utter Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank For heaven now bids me, and the words I She will be sick else. This day, no man think Let none think flattery, for they'll find them He has business at his house; for all shall stay, truth.

[her!) This little one shall make it holiday. [Exeunt. This royal infant, (heaven still move about Though in her cradle, yet now promises

EPILOGU'E. Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shali an that are here: Some come to take their !

'Tis ten to one, this play can never please be

ease, (But few now living can behold that goodness,) And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, A pattern to all princes living with her, We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis And all that shall succeed: Sheba was never

clear,

(city More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the Than this pure soul shall be: all princely Abus'd extremely, and to cry,-that's witty! graces,

Which we have not done neither: that, I fear, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, | All the expected good we are like to hear With all the virtues that attend the good, (her, For this play at this time, is only in Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse The merciful construction of good women; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: For such a one we show'd them ; If they smile, She shall be lov'd' and fear'd: Her uwn shall And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while bless her:

All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap. Back leather vessels to hold beer. † Pitch. * This and the following seventeen lines were probably

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written by B. Jonson, after the accession of King James.

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PROLOGUE.

ACT І.
IN Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of SCENE I.Troy.-Before PRIAM's Palace.

Greece
The princes orgulous," their high blood chaf'd,

Enter TROILUS arm'd, and PANDARUS.
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Tro. Call here my varlet,* I'll unarm again:
Fraught with the ministers and instruments Why should I war without the walls of Troy,
Of cruel war: Sixty and nine, that wore That find such cruel battle here within ?
Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Each Trojan, that is master of his heart,
Put forth toward Phrygia : and their vow is Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none.
made,

(mures Pan. Will this geert ne'er be mended ? To ransack Troy: within whose strong im. Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,

their strength, With wanton Paris sleeps; And that's the Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness quarrel.

valiant; To Tenedos they come ;

But I am weaker than a woman's tear, And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge Tamer than sleep, fondert than ignorance ; Their warlike fraughtage:t Now on Dardan Less valiant than the virgin in the night, plains

And skilless as unpractis'd infancy. The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city, for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no furDardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan, ther. He, that will have a cake out of the And Antenorides, with massy staples, wheat, must tarry the grinding. And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,

Tro. Have I not tarried ? Sperrt up the sons of Troy.

Pan. Ay, the grinding ; but you must tarry Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, the bolting. On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Tro. Have I not tarried ? Sets all on hazard :-And hither am I come Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry A prologue arm’d, but not in confidence

the leavening: Of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited Tro. Still have I tarried. In like conditions as our argument, —,

Pan. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet To tell you, fair beholders, that our play in the word--hereafter, the kneading, the Leaps o'er the vaunts and firstlings of those making of the cake, the heating of the oven, broils,

and the baking; nay, you must stay the coolGinning in the middle; starting thence away ing too, or you may chance to burn your lips. To what may be digested in a play.

Tro.' Patience herself, what goddess e'er Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are ;

she be, Now good, or bad, ʼtis but the chance of war. Doth lesser blenchs at sufferance than I do. Tid, disdainful. + Freight.

Shut

* A servant to a knight. + Habit Vealier. Avaumt, what went before.

Shrink.

At Priam's royal table do I sit;

Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair And when fair Cressid comes into my When with your blood you daily paint her thoughts,I cannot fight upon this argument;

[thus. So, traitor!-when she comes !When is she It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. thence?

But Pandarus–0 gods, how do you plague Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer

me! than ever I saw her look, or any woman else. I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; Tro. I was about to tell thee,-When my And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, heart,

As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. As wedged with a sigh, would rive* in twain; Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl: Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: [ness, Between our Ilium, and where she resides, But sorrow, that is vouch'd in seeming glad- Let it be call’d the wild and wandering flood; Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing PanPan. An her hair were not somewhat dark

dar, er than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. more comparison between the women,-But, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would

Alurum. Enter Æneas. not, as they term it, praise her,–But I would

Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I

not afield ? did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassan

Tro. Because not there; This woman's an. dra's wit; but

swer sorts, Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus, For womanish it is to be from thence. When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? drown'd,

Æne. That Paris is returned 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. Troilus, by Menelaus. In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair; Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scar te Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart (voice;

scorn ; Her eyes, her hair, ber cheek, her gait, her Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand, Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town In whose comparison all whites are ink,

to-day! Writing their own reproach ; To whose soft Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were seizure

may.

(tber? The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense But to the sport abroad;-Are you bound thiHard as the palm of ploughinen! This thou Æne. In all swift haste.

Tro. Come, go we then together. [Exeunt.
As true thou tell'st me, when I say I love her;
But, saying, thus, instead of oil and balm,

SCENE (1.-The same.- A Street,
Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given
The knife that made it.

Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.

[me Pan. I speak no more than truth.

Cres. Who were those went by ? Tro. Thou dost not speak so much,

Alex. Queen Hecuba, and Helen. Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be Cres. And whither go they ? as she is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; Alex. Up to the eastern tower, an she be not, she has the mends in her own Whose height commands as subject all the vale, hands.

To see the battle. Hector, whose patience Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was moy'd :

Pun. I have had my labour for my travel; ill. He chid Andromache, and struck his ar. thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you:

mourer; gone between and between, but small thanks And, like as there were husbandry in war, for my labour.

Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light, Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, And to the field goes he; where every flowo. with me?

Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, In Hector's wrath. she's not so fair as Helen: an she were not kin Cres. What was his cause of anger ? to me, she would be as fair on Friday, as He- Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among len is on Sunday. But what care I? I care

the Greeks not, an she were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; to me.

They call him, Ajax. Tro. Say I, she is not fair?

Cres. Good; And what of him? Pan. I'do not care whether you do or no. Alex. They say he is a very man per set She's a fool to stay behind her father; let her And stands alone. to the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next Cres. So do all men ; unless they are drunk, time I see her: for my part, I'll meddle nor sick, or have no legs. make no more in the matter.

Alex. This man, lady, hath robbed many Tro. Pandarus,

beasts of their particular additions ;t he is as Pun. Not I.

valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow Tro. Sweet Pandarus,

as the elephant: a man into whom nature hath Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will so crouded humours, that his valour is crushleave all as I found it, and there an end. edş into folly, his folly sauced with discretion:

[Exit PANDARUS. An Alarum. there is no man hath a virtue that he hath not Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace, a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he rude sounds!

carries some stain of it: he is melancholy • Split.

* Suits. By himself. Characters. Mingled

tell'st me,

without cause, and merry against the hair :* a brown favour, (for so 'tis, I inust confess, ) He hath the joints of every thing; but every Not brown neither. thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Bria- Cres. No, but brown. reus, many hands and no use; or purblind Ar- Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and an gus, all eyes and no sight.

brown. Cres. But how should this man, that makes Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. me smile, make Hector angry?

Pun. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. Aler. They say, he yesterday coped Hector Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough. in the battle, and struck him down; the dis

Pan. So he has. dain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : Hector fasting and waking.

if she praised him above, his complexion is Enter PANDARUS.

higher than his; he having colour enough,

and the other higher, is too flaming a praise Cres. Who comes here?

for a good complexion. I had as liet, Helen's Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus. golden tongue had commended Troilus for a Cres. Hector's a gallant man.

copper nose. Alex. As may be in the world, lady,

Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him Pan. What's that? what's that?

better than Paris. Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.

Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Pun, Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came do you talk of ?--Good morrow, Alexander.- to him the other day into a compassed* window, How do you, cousin? When were you at llium? --and, you know, he has not past three or four Cres. This morning, uncle.

hairs on his chip. Pan. What were you talking of, when I Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may came? Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye soon bring his particulars therein to a total. came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she? Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will

Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. he, within three pound, lift as much as his Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early. brother Hector.

Cres. That were we talking of, and of his Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a anger.

lifter ?+ Pan. Was he angry?

Pun. But, to prove to you that Helen loves Cres. So he says here.

him ;-she came, and puts me her white hand Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause to his cloven chin,too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them Cres. Juno have mercy !-How came it that: and there is Troilus will not come far cloven ? behind him; let them take heed of Troilus; I Pun. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think can tell them that too.

his smiling becomes him better than any man Cres. What, is he angry too?

in all Phrygia. Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better Cres. 0, he smiles valiantly. man of the two.

Pan. Does he not? Cres. (, Jupiter! there's no comparison. Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in automa.

Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Pan. Wby, go to then:-But to prove to you Do you know a man if you see him ?

that Helen loves Troilus,Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll knew him.

prove it so. Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.

Pan. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, than I esteem an addle egg. he is not Hector.

Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some you love an idle head, you would cat chickens degrees.

i'the shell. Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus ! I would, how she tickled his chin ;-Indeed, she has a

marvellous white hand, I must needs confess. Cres. So he is.

Cres. Without the rack. Pan. —'Condition, I had gone barefoot to Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white ! India,

hair on his chin. Cres. He is not Hector.

Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself.—'Would Pan. But, there was such laughing;- Queen 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er. Time must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well, Cres. With mill-stones. -I would, my heart were in her body !-No, Pan. And Cassandra laughed. Hector is not a better man than Troilus.

Cres. But there was a more temperate fire Cres. Excuse me.

under the pot of her eyes;-Did her eyes run Pan. He is elder.

o'er too? Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.

Pan. And Hector laughed. Pan. The other's not come to't; you shall Cres. At what was all this laughing ? tell me another tale, when the other's come to't. Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen Hector shall pot have his wit this year. spied on Troilus' chin.

Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should Pan. Nor his qualities;

have laughed too. Cres. No matter.

Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, Pan. Nor bis beauty,

as at his pretty answer. Cres. 'Twould not become him, his own's Cres. What was his answer ? better.

Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one anit fifty haws Pan. You have no judgement, niece: Helen on your chin, and one of them is white. herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for Cres. This is her question. * Grain.

* Bow. + Thiet.

; A proverbial saying

he were,

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