For. His quarry cries on hauocke. Oh proud death, What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell.
That thou so many Princes, at a shoote, So bloodily hast strooke
Amb. The sight is dismall, And our affaires from England come too late, The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing, To tell him his command"ment is fulfill"d, That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead: Where should we haue our thankes?
Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it th" abilitie of life to thanke you: He neuer gaue command"ment for their death.
But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question, You from the Polake warres, and you from England Are heere arriued. Giue order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view, And let me speake to th" yet vnknowing world, How these things came about. So shall you heare Of carnall, bloudie, and vnnaturall acts, Of accidentall iudgements, casuall slaughters Of death"s put on by cunning, and forc"d cause, And in this vpshot, purposes mistooke, Falne on the Inuentors head. All this can I Truly deliuer
For. Let vs hast to heare it, And call the n.o.blest to the Audience.
For me, with sorrow, I embrace my Fortune, I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome, Which are to claime, my vantage doth Inuite me, Hor. Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake, And from his mouth Whose voyce will draw on more: But let this same be presently perform"d, Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde, Lest more mischance On plots, and errors happen
For. Let foure Captaines Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage, For he was likely, had he beene put on To haue prou"d most royally: And for his pa.s.sage, The Souldiours Musicke, and the rites of Warre Speake lowdly for him.
Take vp the body; Such a sight as this Becomes the Field, but heere shewes much amis.
Go, bid the Souldiers shoote.
Exeunt. Marching: after the which, a Peale of Ordenance are shot off.
FINIS. The tragedie of HAMLET, Prince of Denmarke.
The Tragedie of King Lear
Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
Enter Kent, Gloucester, and Edmond.
Kent. I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany, then Cornwall
Glou. It did alwayes seeme so to vs: But now in the diuision of the Kingdome, it appeares not which of the Dukes hee valewes most, for qualities are so weigh"d, that curiosity in neither, can make choise of eithers moity
Kent. Is not this your Son, my Lord?
Glou. His breeding Sir, hath bin at my charge. I haue so often blush"d to acknowledge him, that now I am braz"d too"t
Kent. I cannot conceiue you
Glou. Sir, this yong Fellowes mother could; wherevpon she grew round womb"d, and had indeede (Sir) a Sonne for her Cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed.
Do you smell a fault?
Kent. I cannot wish the fault vndone, the issue of it, being so proper
Glou. But I haue a Sonne, Sir, by order of Law, some yeere elder then this; who, yet is no deerer in my account, though this Knaue came somthing sawcily to the world before he was sent for: yet was his Mother fayre, there was good sport at his making, and the horson must be acknowledged. Doe you know this n.o.ble Gentleman, Edmond?
Edm. No, my Lord
Glou. My Lord of Kent: Remember him heereafter, as my Honourable Friend
Edm. My seruices to your Lordship
Kent. I must loue you, and sue to know you better
Edm. Sir, I shall study deseruing
Glou. He hath bin out nine yeares, and away he shall againe. The King is comming.
Sennet. Enter King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Gonerill, Regan, Cordelia, and attendants.
Lear. Attend the Lords of France & Burgundy, Gloster
Glou. I shall, my Lord.
Enter.
Lear. Meane time we shal expresse our darker purpose.
Giue me the Map there. Know, that we haue diuided In three our Kingdome: and "tis our fast intent, To shake all Cares and Businesse from our Age, Conferring them on yonger strengths, while we Vnburthen"d crawle toward death. Our son of Cornwal, And you our no lesse louing Sonne of Albany, We haue this houre a constant will to publish Our daughters seuerall Dowers, that future strife May be preuented now. The Princes, France & Burgundy, Great Riuals in our yongest daughters loue, Long in our Court, haue made their amorous soiourne, And heere are to be answer"d. Tell me my daughters (Since now we will diuest vs both of Rule, Interest of Territory, Cares of State) Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most, That we, our largest bountie may extend Where Nature doth with merit challenge. Gonerill, Our eldest borne, speake first
Gon. Sir, I loue you more then word can weild y matter, Deerer then eye-sight, s.p.a.ce, and libertie, Beyond what can be valewed, rich or rare, No lesse then life, with grace, health, beauty, honor: As much as Childe ere lou"d, or Father found.
A loue that makes breath poore, and speech vnable, Beyond all manner of so much I loue you
Cor. What shall Cordelia speake? Loue, and be silent
Lear. Of all these bounds euen from this Line, to this, With shadowie Forrests, and with Champains rich"d With plenteous Riuers, and wide-skirted Meades We make thee Lady. To thine and Albanies issues Be this perpetuall. What sayes our second Daughter?
Our deerest Regan, wife of Cornwall?
Reg. I am made of that selfe-mettle as my Sister, And prize me at her worth. In my true heart, I finde she names my very deede of loue: Onely she comes too short, that I professe My selfe an enemy to all other ioyes, Which the most precious square of sense professes, And finde I am alone felicitate In your deere Highnesse loue
Cor. Then poore Cordelia, And yet not so, since I am sure my loue"s More ponderous then my tongue
Lear. To thee, and thine hereditarie euer, Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome, No lesse in s.p.a.ce, validitie, and pleasure Then that conferr"d on Gonerill. Now our Ioy, Although our last and least; to whose yong loue, The Vines of France, and Milke of Burgundie, Striue to be interest. What can you say, to draw A third, more opilent then your Sisters? speake
Cor. Nothing my Lord
Lear. Nothing?
Cor. Nothing
Lear. Nothing will come of nothing, speake againe
Cor. Vnhappie that I am, I cannot heaue My heart into my mouth: I loue your Maiesty According to my bond, no more nor lesse
Lear. How, how Cordelia? Mend your speech a little, Least you may marre your Fortunes
Cor. Good my Lord, You haue begot me, bred me, lou"d me.
I returne those duties backe as are right fit, Obey you, Loue you, and most Honour you.
Why haue my Sisters Husbands, if they say They loue you all? Happily when I shall wed, That Lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Halfe my loue with him, halfe my Care, and Dutie, Sure I shall neuer marry like my Sisters
Lear. But goes thy heart with this?
Cor. I my good Lord
Lear. So young, and so vntender?
Cor. So young my Lord, and true
Lear. Let it be so, thy truth then be thy dowre: For by the sacred radience of the Sunne, The misteries of Heccat and the night: By all the operation of the Orbes, From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Heere I disclaime all my Paternall care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for euer. The barbarous Scythian, Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appet.i.te, shall to my bosome Be as well neighbour"d, pittied, and releeu"d, As thou my sometime Daughter
Kent. Good my Liege