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(Within.) Good master porter, 1 belong to | audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, o the larder.

the Limbs of Limehouse,their dear brothers are Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, able to endure. I have some of them in Limbo you rogue : Is this a place to roar in P-Fetch Patrumý, and there they are like to dance me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these three days; besides the running banquet these are but switches to them.-I'll scratch of two beadlesll, that is to come. your heads: You must be sceing christenings? Enter the Lord Chamberlain. Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are rascals:

here! Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much They grow still too, from all parts they are possible

(cannons) coming, (Unless we sweep them from the door with As if we kept a fair here! Where are these To scatter them, as 'is to make them sleep

porters, On May-day morning; which will never be: These lazy knaves !-Ye have made a fine hand, We may as well push against Paul's,as stir them.

fellows, Pori. How got they in, and be hang'd? (in! There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these

Man. Alas, i know not; How gets the tide Your faithful friends o'the saburbs? We shall As much as one sound cudgel of four foot


[ladies, (You see the poor remainder) could distribute, Great store of room, no doubt, left for the I made no spare, sir.

When they pass back from the christening. Port. You did nothing, sir. Port.

An't please your honour, Man. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nor We are but men; and what so many may do, Colbrand, to mow them down before me: but, Not being torn a pieces, we have done: if I spared any that had a head to hit, either An army cannot rule them. young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold- Cha.

As I live, maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; If the king blame me forl, I'll lay ye all and that I would not for a cow, God save hier. By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads

(Within.) Do you hear, master Porter ? Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy

Port. I shall be with you presently, good knaves; master puppy.--Keep the door close, sirrah. And here ye lie baiting of bumbards I, when

Man. What would you have me do? Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets

Port. What should you do, but knock them sound; down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to They are come already from the christening: muster in? or have we some strange Indian Go, break among the press, and find a way out with the great tool come to court, the women To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find so besiege us ? Bless me, what a fry of forni- | A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two cation is at door! On my christian conscience, months. this one christening will beget a thousand; here Port. Make way there for the princess. will be father, godfather, and all together. Man. Yon great fellow, stand close up, or

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. I'll make your head ake. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he Port. You i'the camblet, get up o' the rail; should be a brazier by his face, for, o' my con. I'll pick ** you o'er the pale's else. science, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's

(Exeunt. nose; all that stand about him are under the line,

SCENE IV. The Palace it. they need no other penance: That fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Alder. was his nose discharged against me; he stands

men, Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke there like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There

of NORFOLK, with his Marshal's Staff,

Duke of SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near bim, that railed upon me till her pink'd porringert

great standing bowls for the christening fell off her houd, for kindling such a combus. gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a cation in the state. I miss'd the meteor I once,

nopy, under which the Duchess of Noraud hitthat woman, who cried ont, clubs! when

FOLK, godmother, bearing the child richly I might see from far some forty truncheoneers

habited in a mantle, $c. Train borne by a draw to her succour, which were the hope of

Lady; then follows the Marchioness of the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell

DORSET, the other godmother, and Ladies on; I made good my place; at length they came

The Troop pass once about the stage, and

Garter speaks to the broomstaff with me, I defied them still; when suddenly a file of boys behind them, loose Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let them the high and mighty princess of England, Eli win the work: The devil was amongst them, zabeth. I think, surely.

Flourish. Enter King, and Train. Por. These are the youths that thunder at a Cran. (Kneeling). And to your royal grace lay-louse, and fight for bitten apples; that no and the good queen, • Gay of Warwick, nor Colbrand the Danish giant.

+ Pink'd cap.
1 The brazier.
Ø Place of confinement.

|| A desert of whipping.
Black leather vessels to hold beer.

** Pitch,

# At Greenwiot.

My noble partners, and myself, thus pray :- The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phenix,
All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, Her ashes new create another heir,
Heaven ever laid op to make parents happy, As great in admiration as herself;
May hoarly fall upon ye!

[bishop; So shali she leave her blessedness to one, K. Hen. Thank you, good lord arch (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of What is her name?

darkness) Cran. Elizabeth.

Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, K. Hen.

Stand up, lord. Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,

(The King kisses the Child. And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, With this kiss take my blessing: God protect terror, Into whose hands I give thy life. (thee, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Cran.

Amen. Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to bim; K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, too prodigal:

His honour, and the greatness of his name I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, Shall be, and make new nations: He shall When she has so much English.

flourish, Cran.

Let me speak, sir, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter To all the plains about him Our children's Let none think flattery, for they'll find them Shall see this, and bless heaven. (children truth.

[her!) K. Hen.

Thou speakest wonders. This royal infant, (heaven still move about Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of Though'in her cradle, yet now promises

England, Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, An aged princess ; many days shall see her, Which time shall bring toripeness: She shall be And yet no day without a deed to crown it. (But few now living can behold that goodness) Would I had known no more! but she must A pattern to all princes living with her,


[gin, And all that shall succeed: Sheba was never She must, the saints must have her; yet a vir. More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, A most unspotted lily shall she pass [her. Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces To the ground, and all the world shall mourn That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, K. Hen. O'lord archbishop,

[fore With all the virtues that attend the good, (her; Thou hast made me now a man; never, beShall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse This happy child, did I get any thing: Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her; This oracle of comfort has so pleased me, She shall be loved, and feared: Her own shall That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire bless her:

To see what this child does, and praise my Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,

Maker.-And hang their heads with sorrow: Good I thank ye all, -To you, my good lord mayor, grows with her:

And your good brethren, I am much beholden: In her days, every man shall eat in safety, I have received much honour by your preUnder his own vine, what he plants; and sing sence,

[way, lords ;The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the God shall be truly known; and those about her Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank From ber sball read the perfect ways of ho


[think nour,

[blood. She will be sick else. This day, no man And by those claim their greatness, not by He has business at his house; for all shall stay, (Nor* shall this peace sleep with her: But as This little one shall make it holiday. (Ereunt.


EPILOGUE. "Tis ten to one, this play can never please All the expected good we are like to hear All that are here: Some come to take their ease, For this play at this time, is only in And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, The merciful construction of good women We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis For such a one we showed them; If they clear

smile, They'll say, 'tis nought: others, to hear the city And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while, Abused extremely, and to cry,—that's witty? All the best meu are ours; for 'tis ill hap, Which we have not done neither: that, I fear, if they hold, when their ladies bid them clap.

The play of Henry the EIGHTH is one of those which still keeps possession of the stage, by the splendour of its pageantry. The coronation, about forty years ago, drew the people together in multitudes for a great part of the winter. Yet pomp is not the only merit of this play. The meek sorrows and virtuous distress of Katharine have furnished some scenes, wbich may be justly numbered among the greatest efforts of tragedy. But the genius of Shakspeare comes in and goes out with Katharine. Every other part may be easily conceived and easily written.-Johnson. This and the following seventeen lines were probably written by Ben Jonson, after th

accession of K. James.

}Grecian Commanders.


Persons represented. PRIAM, King of Troy.

Nestor, HECTOR,


PATROCLUS, Paris, his sons.

THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilor DEIPHOBUS,


ALEXANDER, servant to Cressida.
Trojan Commanders.

Servant to Troilus; Servant to Paris; Ser ANTENOR,

vant to Diomedes. CALCHAS, a Trojan priest, taking part Heien, wife to Menelaus. with the Greeks,

ANDROMACHE, wife to Hector.
PANDARUS, Uncle to Cressida.
MARGAR ELON, a bastard son of Priam.

CASSANDRA, daughter to Priam ; a Pro


CRESSIDA, daughter to Calchas.
AGAMEMNON, the Grecian General.
MENELAUS, his brother.

Trojan and Grerk Soldiers, and Attendants.

cian Commanders. Scene-Troy, and the Grecian Camp beULYSSES,

fore it.

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

And Antenorides, with massy staples, The princes orgulons, their high blood chafed, and corresponsive and fulflling bolts, Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Sperrt up the sons of Troy. Franight 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 hitber am I come Put forth toward Phrygia : and their vow is A prologne arm'ı,-but not in confidence made,

(mures of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited To ransack Troy; within whose strong im- In like conditions as our argnment,The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen, To tell yon, fair beholders, that our play With waiton Paris sleeps: And that's the Leaps o'er the vaunts and firstlings of those To Tenedos they come :

(quarrel. broils, And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge Ginning in the middle; starting thence away Their warlike fraughtage +: Now on Dardan To what may be digested in a play. plains

Like, or find fault; do as yonr pleasures are ; The fresh and yel unbruised Greeks do pitch Now good, or bad, 'ris but the chance of war, Their brave pavilions : Priam's six-gated city


Tamer than sleep, fonder *** than ignorance ; SCENE 1. Troy. Before Priam's Pa.

Less yaliant than the virgin in the nigh lace.

And skill-less as unpractised infancy. Enter TROilus armed, and PANDARUS.

Pan. Well, I have told you enongh of this : Tro. Call here my varlet I, I'll unarm again: for my part, I'll not meddle nor makc no far. Why should I war without the walls of Troy, ther. He that will have a cake ont of the That find such cruel battle here within ?

wheat, must tarry the grinding. Each Trojan, that is inaster of his heart, Tro. Have I not tarried? Let him to field ; Trolus, alas! hath none. Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry Pan, Will this geer | ne'er be mended ?

the bolting. Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to Tro. Have I not tarried ? their strength,

(valiant; Pan. Ay, the bolting ; but you most tarty Fierce to their skill, and to their tierceness the leavening. But I am weaker than a woman's tear,

Tro. Still have I t arried.

• Proud, disdainful. * Freight.

A servant to a knight.

T Habit.

Avaunt, what went before. ** More foolish.

to me.

Pun. Ay, to the leavening : but here's yetlen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care n the word-hereafter, the kneading, the not, an she were a black-a-moor ; 'tis all one making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cool. Tro. Say I she is uot fair ? ing too, or you may chance to burn your lips. Pun. I do not care whether you do or no. Tro. Parience herself wbat goddess e'er she She's a fool to stay hehind her father; let her be,

to the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next Doth lesser blench • at sufferance than I do. time I see her : for my part, I'll meddle nor At Priam's royal table do I sit ;

make no more in the matter. And when fair

Cressid comes into my thoughts, Tro. Pandarus, So, traitor! when she comes ----When is Pan. Not I. she thence?

Tro. Sweet Pandarus,Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer Pan. Pray you speak no more to me; 1 than ever I saw her look, or any woman else. will leave all as I found it, and there an end. Tro. I was about to tell ther,- When my

[Erit PANDARUS. An Alarum. heart,

Tro. Peace, you ungracious clainours! peace, As wedged with a sigh, would rivet in twain; rude sounds!

(tair, Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be I have (as when the son doth light a storm) When with your blood yon daily paint her Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: [ness, I cannot fight upon this argument; [thus. But sorrow, that is couched in seeming glad It is too starved a subject for my sword. Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. But Pandarus—0 gods, how do you plague me!

Pan. Au her hair were not somewhat darker I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, more comparison between the woinen-But, As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, not, as they term it, praise her - But I would What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl : did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassan- Between our lium, and where she resides, dra's wit; but

Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood; Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus, Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar, When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. drowned,

Alarum. Enter ÆNEAS. Reply not in how many fathoms deep

Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore They lie indrenched. I tell thee, I am mad not afield ?

[swer sorts I. In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is t'air ; Tro. Because not there; This woman's anPourest in the open ulcer of my heart (voice; For womanish it is to be from thence. Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her What news, Æneas, from the field today? Handiest in thy discourse, 0, that her hand, Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. In whose comparison all whites are ink, Tro. By whom, Æneas? Writing their own reproach; To whose soit


Troilus, by Menelans. seizure

Tru, Let Paris bleerl: 'tis but a scar to scorn : The cygnet's rlown is harsh, and spirit of sense Paris is gored with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. Hard as the palm of ploughmen! 'This tho:1 Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town [her ; to-day !

[may.-. As true thou tell'st me, when I say-I love Tro. Better a: home, if would I might were But saying thus, instead of oil and balın, But to the sport abroad ;-Are you bound Thou layest in every gash that love hath given Æne. In all swift haste.

(thither? The knife that made it.


Come, go we then together. Pan. I speak no more than truth.

(Exeunt. Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.

SCENE II. The same. A Street. Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she is : if she be fair, 'tis the better for

Eliter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER. ber; an she be not, she has the mends in her Cres. Who were those went by? own hands.


Queen Hecuba, and Heien. Tro. Good Pandaras! llow now, Panda- Cres. And whither go they? Tus ?


Up to the eastern tower, Pan. I have had my labour for my travel; Whose height commands as subject all the vale, ill thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: To see the battle. Hector, whose patience gone between and between, but sınall thanks Is as a virtue fix'd, today was moved : for my labour.

He chid Andromache, and struck his arınourer; I'ro. Wbat, art thou angry, Pandarus ? what, And, like as there were husbandry in war, with ine ?

Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light, Pun. Because she is kip to me, therefore, And to the field goes he; where every flower she's not so fair as Helen; an she were not kin Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw to me, she would be as fair on Friday, as Hel- Iin Hector's wrath. • Sbrink. + Split.


tell'st me,

Cres. What was his cause of anger? Pan. Well, I say Troilus is Troilas. Alex. The poise goes this : There is among Cres. Then you say as I say; for I am the Greeks

sure he is not Hector. A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; Pan. No, nor Hector is not. Troilns, in They call him, Ajax.

some degree. Cres.

Good; And what of him? Cres.'T'is just to each of them; he is himself. Aler. They say he is a very man per se*, Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus ! I would And stands alone.

he were,
Cres. So do all men ; uuless they are drunk, Cres. So he is.
sick, or have no legs.

Pan. -
. -

'Condition, 1 had gone barefoot Alex. This inan, lady, hath robbed many to India. beasts of their particular additions ; he is as Cres. He is not Hector. valiaut as the lion, chmilish as the lear, slow as Pan. Himself ? no, be's not himself.the elephant: a man into whom nature liath so Would 'a were himself! Well, the gods are croweled humours, that his valour is crushed : above ; Time must 'friend or end: Well, into folly, his folly sauced with discretion : Troilus, well,- I would my heart were in her there is no man hath a virtue that he hath not body !-No, Hector is not a better man than a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he Troilus. carries some stain of it: he is inelaucholy with. Cres. Excuse me. out cause, and merry against the hair): He Pan. He is elder. hath the joints of every thing; but every thing Cres. Pardon me, pardon me. so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briarens, Pan. The other's not come to't ; you shall many hands and no use ; or parblind Argus, alí tell me another tale, when the other's come eyes and no sight.

to't. Hector shall not have his wit this year. Cres. But how should this man, that makes Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his me smile, make Hector angry?

own. Aler. They say he yesterday coped Hector Pan. Nor his qualities; n the battle, and struck him down; the dis- Cres. No matter. dain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Pan. Nor his beauty. Hector fasting and waking.

Cres. 'Twould not become him, bis own's Enter PANDARUS.

better. Cres. Who comes here?

Pan. You have no joilgment, niece: Helen Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus. herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for Cres. Hector's a gallant inan.

a brown favour, (for so 'tis, I must confesso) Alex. As may be in the world, lady. Not brown neither. Pan. What's that? what's that?

Cres. No, but brown. Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not

Pun, Good morrow, cousin Cressid : What brown, do you talk of?-Good morrow, Alexander.- Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. How do you, cousin ? When were you at Pan. She praised his complexion above Ilium?

Paris. Cres. This morning, uncle.

Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough. Pan. What were you talking of, when I Pan. So he has. came? Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much: came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she? if she praised him above, his complexion is

Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not higher than his ; he having colour enough, and up.

the other higher, is too faming a praise for a Pan. E'en so ; Hector was stirring early. good complexion. I had as lief Helen's golden Cres. That were we talking of, and of his tongue had commended Troilas for a copper anger.

nose. Pun. Was he angry?

Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves Cres. So he says here.

him better than Paris. Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came that: and there is Troilus will not come far to him the other day into a compassed | winbehind him; let them take heed of Troilus; I dow,-and, you know, he has not past three can tell them that too..

or four hairs on bis chin. Cres. What, is he angry too?

Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better soon bring his particulars therein to a total. mau of the two.

Pan. Why, he is very yonny : and yet will Cres. 0, Jupiter! there's no comparison. he, within hree poond, life as much as bir

Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hec. brother Hector. tor? Do you know a inan if you see him? Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old

Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and lifter ? knew hiin.

Pan. But, to prove to you that Helep loves • By himself. + Characters.

| Mingled. Bow.


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