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One that in all obedience makes the Church You must be godfather, and answer for her. The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may That holy duty, out of dear respect,

glory His royal self in judgment comes to hear 120 In such an honour: how may I deserve it, 164 The cause betwixt her and this great offender. That am a poor and humble subject to you? K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden com- K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare mendations,

your spoons: you sball have two noble partners Bishop of Winchester; but know, I come not with you; the old Duchess of Norfolk, and Lady To hear such flattery now, and in my presence; Marquess Dorset: will these please you? 169 They are too thin and bare to hide offences. 125 Once more, my Lord of Wincbester, I charge To me you cannot reach; you play the spaniel, you, And think with wagging of your tongue to win Embrace and love this man. me;


With a true heart But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I'm sure 128 And brother-love I do it. Thou hast a cruel nature and a bloody.


And let heaven 172 [TO CRANMER.] Good man, sit down. Now let Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. me see the proudest

K. Hen. Good man! those joyful tears show He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: thy true heart: By all that's holy, he had better starve 132 The common voice, I see, is verified Than but once think this place becomes thee not. Of thee, which says thus, 'Do my Lord of Sur. May it please your Grace,

Canterbury K. Hen. No, sir, it does not please me. A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.' I had thought I had had men of some under- Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long standing

To have this young one made a Christian. And wisdom of my council; but I find none. 136 As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; 180 Was it discretion, lords, to let this man, So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. This good man,-few of you deserve that title,–

(Exeunt. This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy At chamber-door? and one as great as you are?

SCENE IV.-The Palace-Yard. Why, what a shame was this! Did my commission


Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye

his Man. Power as he was a counsellor to try him,

Port. You 'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals. Not as a groom. There's some of ye, I see, 144 Do you take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude More out of malice than integrity,

slaves, leave your gaping. Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; [Within.) Good Master porter, I belong to Which ye shall never have while I live.

the larder.

5 Chan.

Thus far, Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, My most dread sov'reign, may it like your you rogue! Is this a place to roar in? Fetch Grace

148 me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones: To let my tongue excuse all. What was pur. these are but switches to 'em. I'll scratch your pos'd

heads: you must be seeing christenings! Do Concerning his imprisonment, was rather- you look for ale and cakes here, you rude If there be faith in men-meant for his trial rascals? And fair purgation to the world, than malice, 152 Man. Pray, sir, be patient: 'tis as much I'm sure, in me.

impossible K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Unless we sweep 'em from the door with Take him, and use him well; he's worthy of it. cannonsI will say thus much for him, if a prince To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep May be beholding to a subject, I

150 On May-day morning; which will never be. 16 Am, for his love and service, so to him. We may as well push against Paul's as stir'em. Make me no more ado, but all embrace bim: Port. How got they in, and be hang'd? Be friends, for shame, my lords! My Lord of Man. Alas, I knownot; how gets the tide in? Canterbury,

As much as one sound cudgel of four foot- ze I have a suit which you must not deny me; 160 You see the poor remainder-could distribute, That is, a fair young maid that yet wants I made no spare, sir. baptism,


You did nothing, sir.





Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor As if we kept a fair here! Where are these Colbrand,

porters, To mow 'em down before me; but if I spar'dany These lazy knaves? Ye have made a fine hand, That had a head to hit, either young or old, 25 fellows:

76 He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker,

There's a trim rabble let in. Are all these Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again;

Your faithful friends o' the suburbs? We shall And that I would not for a cow, God save her! have

(Within.] Do you hear, Master porter? 29 Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,

Port. I shall be with you presently, good When they pass back from the christening. Master puppy. Keep the door close, sirrah. Port.

An't please your honour, 80 Man. What would you have me do? 32 We are but men; and what so many may do,

Port. What should you do, but knock 'em Not being torn a-pieces, we have done: down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to An army cannot rule 'em. muster in? or have we some strange Indian Cham.

As I live, with the great tool come to court, the women so If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all 84 besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication By the heels, and suddenly; and on your is at door! On my Christian conscience, this heads one christening will beget a thousand: here Clap round fines for neglect: ye’re lazy knaves; will be father, godfather, and all together. 40 And here ye lie baiting of bombards, when

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There Ye should do service. Hark! the trumpets is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be sound; a brazier by his face, for, o' my conscience, They're come already from the christening. twenty of the dog days now reign in's noze: all Go, break among the press, and find a way out that stand about him are under the line, they To let the troop pass fairly, or I'll find need no other penance. That fire-drake did I A. Marshalsea shall hold ye play these two hit three times on the head, and three times was months. his nose discharged against me: hestands there, Port. Make way there for the princess. like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a Man.

You great fellow, haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache. railed upon me till her pinked porringer fell off Port. You i' the camlet, get up o' the rail: her head, for kindling such a combustion in the I'll pick you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt. state. missed the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cried out, 'Clubs!' when I might

SCENE V.-The Palace, see from far some forty truncheoners draw to her succour, which were the hope o' the Strand, Enter trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, DUKE OF good my place; at length they came to the NORFOLK, with his marshal's staff, DUKE OF broomstaff to me; I defied 'em still; when SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standsuddenly a file of boys behind 'em, loose shot,

ing-bowls for the christening gifts; then, four delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was

Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win DUCHESS OF NORFOLK, godmother, bearing the work. The devil was amongst 'em, I think,

the child, richly habited in a mantle, &c., surely.

64 train borne by a Lady; then follows the MARPort. These are the youths that thunder at a

CHIONESS OF DORSET, the other godmother, playhouse, and fight for bitten apples; that no

and Ladies. The troop pass once about audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the stage, and Garter speaks. the Limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, able to endure. I have some of 'em in Limbo send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to Patrun, and there they are like to dance these the high and mighty Princess of England, Elizathree days; besides the running banquet of two beth! beadles, that is to come.


Flourish. Enter KING and Train.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain.

Cran. [Kneeling.) And to your royal Grace, Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are and the good queen, berel

My noble partners, and myself, thus pray: They grow still too, from a parts they are all comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, coming,

Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, 8




May hourly fall upon ye!

Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop: And so stand fix'd. Peace, plenty, love, truth, What is her name?


48 Cran. Elizabeth.

That were the servants to this chosen infant, K. Hen.

Stand up, lord. Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him:

[The KING kisses the Child. Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, With this kiss take my blessing; God protect His honour and the greatness of his name 52 thee!

Shall be, and make new nations; he shall flouInto whose hand I give thy life.

rish, Cran.

Amen. 12 And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too To all the plains about him; our children's chil. prodigal:

dren I thank ye heartily: so shall this lady

Shall see this, and bless heaven. When she has so much English.

K. Hen.

Thou speakest wonders. Cran.

Let me speak, sir, Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of EngFor heaven now bids me; and the words I land,

57 utter

16 An aged princess; many days shall see her, Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em And yet no day without a deed to crown it. truth.

Would I had known no morel but she must die, This royal infant, -heaven still move about She must, the saints must have her, yet a virgin; her!

A most unspotted lily shall she pass Though in her cradle, yet now promises To the ground, and all the world shall mourn Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, her. Which time shall bring to ripeness: she shall K. Hen. O lord archbishop!

64 be

Thou hast made me now a man; never, before But few now living can behoid that goodness- This happy child, did I get any thing. A pattern to all princes living with her, This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, And all that shall succeed: Saba was never 24 That when I am in heaven, I shall desire More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue To see what this child does, and praise my Thanthis pure soul shall be: all princely graces, Maker. That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, I thank ye all. To you, my good Lord Mayor, With all the virtues that attend the good, 28 And your good brethren, I am much beholding; Shall still be doubled on her; truth shall nurse I have receiv'd much honour by your presence, her;

And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her; lords:

73 She shall be lor'd and fear'd; her own shall Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank bless her;

ye; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, 32 She will be sick else. This day, no man think And hang their heads with sorrow; good grows He has business at his house; for all sball stay: with her.

This little one shall make it holiday. [Exeunt. In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants; and sing

EPILOGUE. The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. 'Tis ten to one, this play can never please God shall be truly known; and those about all that are here: some come to take their ease her

And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, We've frighted with our trumpets, so, 'tis clear And by those claim their greatness, not by They 'll say 'tis naught: others, to hear the city blood.

Abus'd extremely, and to cry, 'That's witty." Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when Which we have not done neither: that, I fear, The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phenix, 41 All the expected good we're like to hear Her ashes new.create another heir

For this play at this time, is only in As great in admiration as herself,

The merciful construction of good women; So shall she leave her blessedness to one,- 44 For such a one we show'd 'em: if they smile, When heaven shall call her from this cloud of And say 'twill do, I know, within a while darkness,

All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, If they hold when their ladies bid 'em clap.



PRIAM, King of Troy.


DIOMEDES, Grecian Commanders. TROILUS,


THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilous GreDEIPHOBUS,

cian. HELENUS,

ALEXANDER, Servant to Cressida. MARGARELON, a Bastard Son of Priam.

Servant to Troilus.

Servant to Paris.
Trojan Commanders.

Servant to Diomedes.
CALCHAS, a Trojan Priest, taking part with
the Greeks.

HELEN, Wife to Menelaus. PANDARUS, Uncle to Cressida.

ANDROMACHE, Wife to Hector. AGAMEMNON, the Grecian General.

CASSANDRA, Daughter to Priam; a pro MENELAUS, his Brother.

phetess. ACHILLES,

CRESSIDA, Daughter to Calchas.
AJAX, Grecian Commanders.

Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants.
SCENE.-Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.



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A prologue arm'd, but not in confidence

Of author's pen or actor's voice, but suited
In Troy there lies the scene. From isles of In like conditions as our argument,

To tell you, fair beholders, that our play
The princes orgulous, their high blood chaf'd, Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships,

broils, Fraught with the ministers and instruments 4 Beginning in the middle; starting thence away Of cruel war: sixty and nine, that wore

To what may be digested in a play.

29 Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Like or find fault; do as your pleasures are: Put forth toward Phrygia; and their vow is Now good or bad, 'tis but the chance of war.

made To ransack Troy, within whose. strong im.

ACT I. The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,

SCENE I.—Troy. Before PRIAM's Palace. With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the

Enter TROILUS armed, and PANDARUS. quarrel.

Tro. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again: To Tenedos (hey come,

Why should I war without the walls of Troy, And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge That find such cruel battle here within? Their war-like fraughtage: now on Dardan Each Trojan that is master of his heart, plains

to field; Troilus, alas! has none. The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Pan. Will this gear ne'er be mended? Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city, Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan, their strength, And Antenorides, with massy staples 17 Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,

valiant; Sperr up the sons of Troy.

But I am weaker than a woman's tear, Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, 20 Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance, On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Less valiant than the virgin in the night, Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come And skilless as unpractis'd infancy.


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Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no

64 further. He that will have a cake out of the The knife that made it. wheat must tarry the grinding.

16 Pan. I speak no more than truth. Tro. Have I not tarried?

Tro. Thou dost not speak so much. Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry Pan. Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be the bolting.

as she is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; Tro. Have I not tarried?

an she be not, she has the mends in her own Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry hands. the leavening.

Tro. Good Pandarus, how now, Pandarus! 72 Tro. Still have I tarried.

Pan. I have had my labour for my travail; Pan.' Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in ill-thought on of her, and ill-thought on of the word 'hereafter' the kneading, the making you: gone between, and between, but small of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the thanks for my labour.

76 baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or Tro. What! art thou angry, Pandarus? what! you may chance to burn your lips.

with me? Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she Pan. Because she's kin to me, therefore she's be,

not so fair as Helen: an she were not kin to me, Doth lesser blanch at sufferance than I do. she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on At Priam's royal table do I sit;

Sunday. But what care I? I care not an she And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts, were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me. So, traitor! 'when she comes 'I-When is she Tro. Say I she is not fair?

83 thence?

33 Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than She's a fool to stay behind her father: let her ever I saw her look, or any woman else. to the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time

Tro. I was about to tell thee: when my heart, I see her. For my part, I'll meddle nor make As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain, 37 no more i' the matter.

88 Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, Tro. Pandarus, – I have- -as when the sun doth light a storm- Pan. Not I. Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile; 40 Tro. Sweet Pandarus, But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming glad. Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me! I will ness,

leave all as I found it, and there an end. Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.

[Exit PANDARUS. An alarum. Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, than Helen's,-well, go to,—there were no more rude sounds! comparison between the women: but, for my Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they When with your blood you daily paint her thus. term it, praise her, but I would somebody had I cannot fight upon this argument;

97 heard her talk yesterday, as I did: I will not It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit, but, 49 But Pandarus,-0 godal how do you plague me.

Îro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,- I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar; When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd, And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo Reply not in how many fathoms deep 52 As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. They lie indrench’d. I tell thee I am mad Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, In Cressid's love: thou answer'st, she is fair; What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? 104 Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart

Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl: Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; Between our Ilium and where she resides Handlest in thy discourse, O! that her hand, 57 Let it be call’d the wild and wandering flood; In whose comparison all whites are ink, Ourself the merchant, and this sailing Pandar Writing their own reproach; to whose soft Our doubtful hope, our convoy and our bark. 109

seizure The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense

Alarum. Enter ÆNEAS. Hard as the palm of ploughman: this thou Æne. How now, Prince Troilus! wherefore



61 not afield? As true thou tell’st me, when I say I love Tro. Because not there: this woman's an. her;

swer sorts, But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm, For womanish it is to be from thence.

tell'st me,

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