Sey. Had he his hurts before?
Rosse. I, on the Front
Sey. Why then, G.o.ds Soldier be he: Had I as many Sonnes, as I haue haires, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his Knell is knoll"d
Mal. Hee"s worth more sorrow, and that Ile spend for him
Sey. He"s worth no more, They say he parted well, and paid his score, And so G.o.d be with him. Here comes newer comfort.
Enter Macduffe, with Macbeths head.
Macd. Haile King, for so thou art.
Behold where stands Th" Vsurpers cursed head: the time is free: I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle, That speake my salutation in their minds: Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine.
Haile King of Scotland
All. Haile King of Scotland.
Flourish.
Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time, Before we reckon with your seuerall loues, And make vs euen with you. My Thanes and Kinsmen Henceforth be Earles, the first that euer Scotland In such an Honor nam"d: What"s more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exil"d Friends abroad, That fled the Snares of watchfull Tyranny, Producing forth the cruell Ministers Of this dead Butcher, and his Fiend-like Queene; Who (as "tis thought) by selfe and violent hands, Tooke off her life. This, and what need full else That call"s vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace, We will performe in measure, time, and place: So thankes to all at once, and to each one, Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown"d at Scone.
Flourish. Exeunt Omnes.
FINIS. THE TRAGEDIE OF MACBETH.
The Tragedie of Hamlet
Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
Enter Barnardo and Francisco two Centinels.
Barnardo. Who"s there?
Fran. Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold your selfe
Bar. Long liue the King
Fran. Barnardo?
Bar. He
Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre
Bar. "Tis now strook twelue, get thee to bed Francisco
Fran. For this releefe much thankes: "Tis bitter cold, And I am sicke at heart
Barn. Haue you had quiet Guard?
Fran. Not a Mouse stirring
Barn. Well, goodnight. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, the Riuals of my Watch, bid them make hast.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Fran. I thinke I heare them. Stand: who"s there?
Hor. Friends to this ground
Mar. And Leige-men to the Dane
Fran. Giue you good night
Mar. O farwel honest Soldier, who hath relieu"d you?
Fra. Barnardo ha"s my place: giue you goodnight.
Exit Fran.
Mar. Holla Barnardo
Bar. Say, what is Horatio there?
Hor. A peece of him
Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus
Mar. What, ha"s this thing appear"d againe to night
Bar. I haue seene nothing
Mar. Horatio saies, "tis but our Fantasie, And will not let beleefe take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight, twice seene of vs, Therefore I haue intreated him along With vs, to watch the minutes of this Night, That if againe this Apparition come, He may approue our eyes, and speake to it
Hor. Tush, tush, "twill not appeare
Bar. Sit downe a-while, And let vs once againe a.s.saile your eares, That are so fortified against our Story, What we two Nights haue seene
Hor. Well, sit we downe, And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this
Barn. Last night of all, When yond same Starre that"s Westward from the Pole Had made his course t" illume that part of Heauen Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my selfe, The Bell then beating one
Mar. Peace, breake thee of: Enter the Ghost.
Looke where it comes againe
Barn. In the same figure, like the King that"s dead
Mar. Thou art a Scholler; speake to it Horatio
Barn. Lookes it not like the King? Marke it Horatio
Hora. Most like: It harrowes me with fear & wonder Barn. It would be spoke too
Mar. Question it Horatio
Hor. What art thou that vsurp"st this time of night, Together with that Faire and Warlike forme In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke Did sometimes march: By Heauen I charge thee speake