ACT TWO*
2.1
Enter OSRIC, THEODRIC, THEODWALD, EAUFRID, ALFRID, EDELBERT [and ATTENDANTS].*

138OsricLet your dispatches instantly be sent
        Through all the kingdom to incite the people
        (As many as are mine, or would be thought so)
        To express with me their joy, for the enjoying
        Of the so long desirèd happiness
        In this our beauteous and magnificent Queen.

139[Theodwald]*See that through all the cities, towns and villages,
        With solemn feasts and public sign of joy,
        They celebrate a day for these glad tidings.

140[Eaufrid]*Post every way, that the third day from this
        The general joy may sound and shine through all
        The kingdom.

141AttendantThat’s with bells and bonfires.*

142[Theodwald and Eaufrid]*Go.Ex[it] ATTENDANTS.

143OsricAnd now, my Lords, I must require your care
        To set down a fit order for our journey
        Unto this queen to perfect my world’s bliss.
        I would not fail in the least article
        Of state or decency in this affair.
        Provide so that we may in all appear
        Worthy th’achievement of our fair ambition.
        And let our followers be chosen such
        Whose inward worth no less than outward show
        May make us glorious in this expedition.
        Do speedily and effectually, good my Lords!
        The time hastes on.

144[Theodwald and Eaufrid]*Our duty shall prevent it.Ex[it THEODWALD and EAUFRID]*

145Osric   [Studying Bertha's portrait]   Methinks the silent picture seems to say,
        ’Tis fit I should anticipate a day,
        Rather than lose one minute from that light
        Whose very shadow is so angel-bright.

146TheodricBut when Your Highness shall behold — nay, more,
        Shall touch — nay, more, and nearer shall embrace —
        Nay, more, and nearer yet, enfold and handle —
        Nay, more, and nearest of all, enjoy —
        The lively — that’s too little — heavenly substance
        Of this poor imaginary,* which is as short,
        As far inferior to the life,
        As a weak starlight to the midday sun.

147OsricOh, do not ravish me with expectation!
        This is a way to make each hour until
        I shall enjoy my bliss, a tedious night,
        Each night a death. Yet can I not desire
        To shift the argument of our discourse.
        Did she appear so fair, so lovely?

        Suppose you see a glorious firmament,
        Bedecked with heavenly stars: so shines her court
        With ladies might be thought of matchless beauty,
        Striking mere human* sight with admiration.
        Imagine now you see break through a veil*
        Amidst those stars — though heavenly, lesser beauties —
        The bright Cynthia* in her full of lustre.
        So this no less to-be-comparèd queen,
        Shines above beauty to an human* eye
        That is not mixed with powerful majesty.
        You may behold her: your divinity,
        My King, may comprehend what can befit
        Me only to confess I do admire.

149OsricOh, thou art mine! In such a queen
        And such a servant ne’er* was king so blessed.
        But are there in her court (although inferior
        To her, more excellent) such special beauties,
        And in my Theodric’s apprehension?
        You have made choice of one, then?

150TheodricI have seen
        One so agreeable to my affection
        Above all the rest, I cannot but confess
        I strove to be her servant.

151OsricDoubtless, then,
        She was a fair one. Theodric, never fear:
        She is thine own. Myself will be thy spokesman
        If she be worthy of thee.

152TheodricFor fair virtue
        With all the graces which adorn the mind,
        In best opinion she’s unparalleled
        By any subject, lady — I must ever
        Allow supremacy unto the Queen —
        And for her person, it appears in all
        Most answerable to her face, of which here is[showing Mildred's portrait]
        Th’ exactest copy that I could get drawn,
        And without flattery, by the Queen’s own limner.

153OsricPray let me see’t.
[THEODRIC gives Mildred's portrait to OSRIC, who studies it]

        Indeed it is a sweet one.
        Did he that drew this of the Queen, draw that?

154TheodricWith the same hand.

155OsricBut not with the same colours.
        Trust me, they’re much unlike. He wrongs the Queen*
        And merits her displeasure, even to death,
        T’advance a servant’s beauty ’bove her own.

156TheodricWhat says your Majesty?

157OsricKeep off a little:
        You stand just in my light.    [Aside]   And so he does
        ’Twixt me and the prime beauty of the world;
        But I’ll be even with him, and cause my picturer
        To set this crown upon this head, and then—
        Fie, what a fancy’s this? He will perceive me.
        But now I note this forehead, and this brow,
        This eye, this lip—[OSRIC, studying Mildred's portrait,] lets [Bertha's] fall.*

158TheodricYou have let fall the Queen, sir.
[THEODRIC picks up Bertha's portrait and returns it to OSRIC]*

159OsricI cry her mercy.   [Aside]   What a shame it is
        That I should fall in his discovery!*
        Are courts so fraught with fraud and flattery?
        And can a king that governs such professors
        No whit dissemble to obscure his passions?
        I must, and thus begin to practise it.
           [Aloud]   Theodric, didst thou note my contemplation
        Over these pictures?

160TheodricI could but perceive
        Your Highness viewing them well, and I have learned
        To make no search into my sovereign’s thoughts.

161OsricThou art ever modest. Thus it was, Theodric:
        Protest it rapt* me bove the pitch of mortals
        First to consider what an absolute beauty
        This Queen has in herself; but then to gather
        The circumstances, many such as this
        (As thou affirm’st) inferior lights to her,
        That shine about her, rend’ring her more glorious,
        Light* her above affection,* to an height
        That claims her adoration. Then marvel not
        That now when this but in effigy
        Was but placed by her, by which her majesty
        So much the more appeared, I could not hold
        This figure of that all-to-be-commanding beauty
        When my high thoughts were fled up to her presence.
        Now   [handing Bertha's portrait to THEODRIC]   take thy piece of craftsmanship again,
        Which trust me is a pretty one, whilst I   [contemplating Mildred's portrait]   
        Devote my service to this Deity.

162TheodricSir, you have given me the Queen’s picture.

163OsricHa!
        What a mistake was here? But thou art honest,
        And covetest but thy own. Take it, Theodric!
[OSRIC surrenders Mildred's portrait to THEODRIC]

        Now tell me of what house or parentage
        Your mistress is.

164TheodricI told you first her virtues,
        Her person next, and by this   [indicating Mildred's portrait]   her beauty,
        Which you are pleased to deem not much amiss.

165Osric’Tis such, Theodric, that had I not seen
        This   [indicating Bertha's portrait]   so much above it   [Aside]   Pardon my hypocrisy!
           [Aloud]   I should have envied any man but thee
        In such a choice; but speak her parentage.

166TheodricThat’s all her blemish.

167OsricIs she of tainted blood?*

168TheodricYou search with kingly wisdom. She is daughter
        To that bold obstinate baron I informed you of,
        Whom the Queen in her just displeasure banished.

169OsricThy love to her may hereafter plead for him:
        But soft, I am not well!

170TheodricHeaven bless the King!
           [calling to offstage]   Who waits within there?

171OsricTarry, let me see
        That picture once again.    [Recovering Mildred's portrait from THEODRIC, OSRIC examines it alongside Bertha's]    It wants exceedingly
        Of this in many things.

172TheodricI should want judgement
        Not to grant that.

173OsricHere it wants palpably
        The drooping of the brow; and here again
        The dullness of the eye, which here shews deadly
        But for a little squint it has. Good Queen,
        You look asquint. Then look you, sir, yours wants.
        You shall not hear me neither, cause I will not
        Spoil your conceit of it. Your Lady wants
        The furious sharpness of the nose, which here
        My Queen has very shrewly. And again,
        You ha’n’t* the hanging of the nether lip,
        Which the best physiognomists do tell us
        Shews women apt to lust and strong incontinence.*
        Phew! This is all too sweet for mortal sense,
        Here,   [surrendering both portraits]   take’t again, and keep mine for me with it.
        Lay ’em together: th’one may mend the tother.

174TheodricI have known women oft mar* one another.
        Their pictures may perhaps have greater virtue.

175OsricI am not well!   [Aside]   What kind of changeling am I?
        A wild confusion rumbles in my brain,
        My thoughts are all at strife.

176TheodricHow fares Your Highness?

177OsricSick, sick, Theodric!

178TheodricRetire, sir, to your couch.
Enter [THEODWALD and EAUFRID].*

179[Theodwald and Eaufrid]*Where is my Lord the King?

180OsricHere yet, my Lords.

181TheodricThe King’s not well.

182[Theodwald]*We have provided for Your Highness’ journey,
        In such a sort as never king went forth.

183OsricWhither? to heaven, my Lords?

184[Eaufrid]*Yes, to the Queen.
        Lovers count marriage heaven before they wed,
        But afterwards I know what some have said.
        Oh, this is your honeymoon. Yes, yes,*
        You shall to heaven, your heaven as you call it,
        In such a royal manner. See the order.

185OsricPray, peace.

186TheodricYou do not well to vex the King.
        You see he’s sick.

187[Theodwald]*Sick? Marry, Heaven forbid.

188[Eaufrid]*Sick o’the wife before he has her.
        Come, a very trothplight qualm! Into your chamber,
        And at we find you we’ll ourselves bestir.

189TheodricWho waits within there? call the King’s physicians.[THEODRIC, OSRIC, THEODWALD and EAUFRID exit.]*
2.2
A shout within, then musicians ring bells.*
Enter 4 CLOWNS with [agricultural] tools.

190Clown 1And what’s the reason of all this merry glee?

191Clown 2The King, the King, man, must be married.

192Clown 3And must he have a wife?

193Clown 2A wife? A Queen, man, and all the wives in her dominion must be his commonwealth, and under us!

194Clown 4Oh, brave!

195Clown 2And we must son and daughter it upon their nation.

196Clown 4That will be brave indeed.

197Clown 1Oh, but where is Jeffrey, jolly Jeffrey, now? The prick and praise, the very prick and praise, and prime spark of our parish, to set our bonfires* and our mirth ablazing!

198Clown 3The bells a-ringing, and the bowls a-trolling,* the fiddlers fumbling and tumbling! O Jeffrey, where art thou, Jeffrey?

199Clown 2He’s at hand, I warrant you: he went but to church e’en now.

200Clown 4What, to pray at such a time as this?

201Clown 2No, but to help to rear the tenor, and will come presently.

202Clown 3That’s to be borne* withal. It is indeed a devilish lop-heavy bell. I would the churchwarden that should have mended it when he robbed the poor, were hanged in’s place.

203Clown 2There said you well. The curate could say almost as much when ’twas. But it makes no matter what he says: I see little amended.

204Clown 3Whoop, here comes Jeffrey, sweating in these affairs!
Ent[er] JEFFREY [, singing].

205JeffreyThe great bells of our town,
        They tingle, they tangle,
        They jingle, they jangle,
        The tenor of them
        Goes merrily.

206Clown 4Oh, Jeffrey! Welcome, Jeffrey!

207JeffreyAnd shall we have a queen?

208All.So they say, Jeffrey. Oh, the bravest woman!

209JeffreyTake heed o’ that! "Woman", did you say? Take heed! I give you warning. No man must know she is a woman but the King himself. But a brave queen she is, they say, and loves a man with all her heart. Where art, O Queen? We’ll make thee such an holiday,* as shall justle all the working days out of our almanac. It shall be said that we will work no more till thy seventh son, O Queen, who must be born a prophet, shall foretell, the age to come shall not have a true labourer or honest workman in it.*

210Clown 1So we may make a long holiday* indeed.

211JeffreyLet work no more be thought on: we will revel it out of remembrance. We will not cease our joy to sleep, for fear we dream of work again. Down with your profane tools, and implements of husbandry! The very sight of ’em dishonours our new holiday.*

212Clown 1But Jeffrey, our masters grudge to give us wood enough to make a beeking bonfire.


214Clown 2They say ’tis waste.

215JeffreyNot wood to make a bonfire? Your sheeplocks,* flails, spades, shovels, rakes and pitchforks, shall all be made a bonfire.

216Clown 2And so we may be sure to make holiday* till we get new ones.

217JeffreyThe maids shall bring their rocks, their wheels and reels, their tubs, their pails and buttocks.

218Clown 4"Buckets" thou wouldst say.

219JeffreyWhere was my mind? Their buckets shall they bring, wash-bowls and butter-churns, their buckingtubs, baskets and battledores, and all be made a bonfire for the Queen.

220Clown 3My mother will not let her household stuff go so.

221JeffreyWe’ll burn her for a witch,* then, with all her trash, and her thatched mansion too about her ears, but we will shew our zeal unto the Queen in fire sufficient.

222[Clowns 1, 2, 3 and 4]*Ah, good boy!

223Jeffrey’Sfoot, if our masters do rebel against us now majesty’s on our side, and not give fuel when we mean to give fire as duty binds, we’ll have their carts by th’ arses,* hurdles,* wheelbarrows, the ploughs and harrows, and the whips — because the beasts shall play too — only we’ll spare their racks and mangers. All that’s made of wood belonging to our work besides, shall perish, shall perish: I have said it. Not the politic molecatcher’s staff shall ’scape the flame. Not low us wood? We’ll drink up all the drink to the Queen’s health and burn the hogsheads, barrels, kilderkins, firkins and runlets,* all to* the wooden dish shall smoke for’t in our bonfire for the Queen.

224[Clowns 1, 2, 3 and 4]*Good boy again!

225Clown 1But where shall we make this huge and monstrous* bonfire?

226JeffreyHere, here, just here, in this very place. I come to mark the ground. Here it shall blaze up to the heavens, and we will roast our town bull at it, with a thousand puddings in his belly.

227[Clowns 1, 2, 3 and 4]*Ah, good Jeffrey still!

228JeffreyNothing too dear to signify our loves to the King and Queen. Let us bestir us therefore and enact this as a law amongst us: that he that does not gall his hands today with ringing shall be hanged up in the bellrope; and he that is not soundly liquored by night shall be made fuel for our bonfire. Such dry rascals will burn better than heretics. And last of all, he that does not keep his wench waking in the way that we wot of till tomorrow milking time, shall either be gelt, or else led through the town by that which shall be nameless in a cleft stick.* And so, God save the Queen!

229Clown 1And the King too!

230JeffreyThe King we make no doubt of: we have prayed for him these seven years.

231[Clowns 1, 2, 3 and 4]*A Jeffrey! A Jeffrey!
Enter a CONSTABLE and ALFRID.

232ConstableWhither away, my friends?

233JeffreyTo make the bravest bonfire that ever blazed since Troy,* or that which the tyrant emperor warmed his hands at.*

234ConstableYou must forbear.

235JeffreyWe "must forbear"? What Hebrew’s that? We understand not what "must forbear" means.

236ConstableYou must forbear to make your bonfire.

237Jeffrey"Must"? that word had ne’er* been named had all been Jeffrey. We must forbear to set our loves on fire unto the King! Dost thou not feel thyself, o man whate’er* thou art, becoming a traitor? Knowst thou the words thou speakest against the King?

238ConstableI know what I do speak, and what I am.

239Clown 1It is the constable.*

240ConstableI know my office, too, by virtue whereof I charge you in the King’s name, lay by your sports and pastimes: I’ll lay you by the heels else.    [To JEFFREY]   Will you, sir, know a reason? The King is sick.

241JeffreyThen let us drink his health.

242ConstableHe is sick exceedingly.

243JeffreyThen let us drink exceedingly.

244ConstableHe’s sick even unto death.

245JeffreyThen let us ring our bells for that, and make a funeral bonfire.

246ConstableI say no drinking at all, no bells, nor no bonfires: it is His Majesty’s command.

247JeffreyI say His Majesty’s first word shall stand for bells and bonfires, though we set the town afire, and ring the bells backwards.

248ConstableYe will not be all hanged, will ye? See, here’s    [indicating ALFRID]   a gentleman and a courtier, that so signifies His Majesty’s pleasure.

249JeffreyA gentleman and a courtier: where be they? I see but one.

250AlfridSir, I am both.

251JeffreyWhat monsters are bred in Africa? I take you but for one at most. Well, for the gentleman that you are, thus I salute you. Now, for the courtier that is within you, I must wait upon it here. This posterior posture* did I learn of a spaniel whose name was Courtier. Now let me tell you, Master Gentleman and Courtier, that we are sorry that sickness should make our king and master so fickle-headed as to cross our sports thus, that we meant to have made him such an holiday* as might have proved more worth to him than a wife and twenty sicknesses besides. Yet can we not be so sorry for his sickness as that it was his mishap to play mock holiday* with us.

252AlfridThe King shall know your loves; and for your part,
        Master Speaker —*

253JeffreyYour friend and Jeffrey.*

254AlfridThen Jeffrey be it. I’ll promise you preferment
        If you* will up to Court with me.

255JeffreyUp to the gallows, shall I not?

256AlfridMy life for thine; and thou shalt not deny me.
        Here’s gold in earnest: take it. The King’s disease
        Is melancholy, and thou mayst do him
        More good *than a whole college of physicians.*

257Jeffrey   [Aside]   He takes me for a fool, I’ll make a venture on’t. The best is, many a fool has thrived at Court; and the worst is, I am not the first that has forsaken his country.   [To ALFRID]   I’ll along with you, sir, and if I rise by you, I shall quickly learn courtship enough to forget to thank you.    [To CLOWNS]   And for your parts, my old friends, what need soever you may have of me, you must be sure I’ll be a stranger to you.

258[Clowns 1, 2, 3 and 4]*Wilt thou forsake us, Jeffrey? Then who shall dance the hobby-horse at our next revel-rout?

259JeffreyThe hobby-horse of preferment gallops me from you. If you chance to see me in my robes hereafter, when I come to be the Fool Royal, you may admire my garments, and whisper to your acquaintance, very softly, that you knew me once; but on your allegiance look not that I should know you then.

260Clown 1Nay, we are not such clowns but we have heard that courtiers in favour will know nobody.

261Jeffrey’Tis true, for when they are in disgrace the silliest clown will not know them.

262ConstableYou were best look to your fast footing, then, when you are high in favour.

263JeffreyHigh in fooling, thou wouldst say, silly Constable. Yet there’s no great danger: one fool may outstand six favourites.

264AlfridAway, then, as thou art.

265JeffreyAye, sir, I’ll take no shift with me. I shall shift the better when I come there.

266[Clowns 1, 2, 3 and 4]*Well, farewell, Jeffrey: thy like will ne’er* come here.

267JeffreyCommend me to all the lasses, and let not them, nor do not you, grieve for my departure, nor for the holiday* that here is lost; instead of which, that you may have a new one, I wish that one of you, even he that loves me best, as speedily as may be would deserve hanging, that the rest may make holiday for him. Sic valete valetote.* [JEFFREY, CONSTABLE and ALFRID exit through one stage doorway.]*

268Clown 1Now the Deil* brast crag of him.*

269Clown 2He’s a right courtier already.

270Clown 4I’m glad he used us no better. If he had, I should have cried out mine eyes for him.[CLOWNS 1, 2, 3 and 4 exit through the other stage doorway.]*
2.3
Enter SEGEBERT [and] ANTHYNUS [disguised as pilgrims].

271Segebert’Twas a miraculous escape. Good Heaven
        Is with me still. I have not heard
        That any of these native savages,*
        These home-bred monsters in humanity,
        These outlaws, these detested thieves and robbers,
        Have enterprised a villainy like this,
        To set with such a violence on men
        Of our weak seeming, poor and needy pilgrims,
        When I did offer them to shun their blows,
        All that we had even to our bare apparel.

272AnthynusIt seems their aim was at our blood, not means;
        And doubtless they were some that knew our persons
        Through our disguises, and pursued us hither
        With an inveterate malice to destroy us
        In this wild desert.

273SegebertWas it not enough,
        Thou impious Queen, and more unnatural country,
        To banish me unjustly, but thou must
        Pursue my life by treacherous cruelty?
        Art thou not hurt at all, my son?

274AnthynusNot touched
        To the least danger of one drop of blood.

275SegebertThey are three sturdy knaves and strongly weaponed.

276AnthynusHad they been forty, sir, while I was armed
        By your white innocence and holy prayers,
        Heaven’s justice lent me hands to beat them off.
        Yet give me leave, dear sir, to ask you now
        Why you have bent your pilgrimage this way,
        Leading into a country of more danger
        Unto your life and safety, than your own —
        Northumberland, whose King cannot but rage
        In greater heat against you than the Queen,
        That so unjustly banished you? You may fall
        (Though you escape the danger of this forest)
        Into the reach of his revengeful fury.

277SegebertIt was and is my purpose to appear
        In person to that King at my life’s price,
        Which I am no more fond of than my country
        Is of my truth. And when I have made known
        Th’ unfitness of the match, by the dishonour
        He’ll run into if he proceed in it,
        If then he take my life, I am at home,
        Eternally at home.

278AnthynusBut made you none
        Acquainted that you meant to travel this way?

        But my dear son Offa.

280AnthynusThen sure the Queen
        Sent her bloodhounds after you. I perceive
        They could not be mere thieves.
Enter OFFA disguised and [three] OUTLAWS.*

281SegebertGood angels guard us!
        They have made head again in greater numbers.

282AnthynusTake greater courage then!

283OffaFaint-hearted slaves!
        Must I give hire and do the task myself?

284Outlaw 1’Tis not amiss to help for expedition.

285[Offa]*Upon ’em all at once!
They fight. ANTHYNUS knock[s] down OUTLAW 1. OFFA wounds SEGEBERT in the head, [and] he sinks. ANTHYNUS disarms OFFA. OFFA runs off whilst ANTHYNUS speaks.*

286Anthynus   [To OFFA]   This sword thou never handlest more.
           [To SEGEBERT]   Take you it and fresh courage, sir.*
(ANTH[YNUS] beats off the other [two OUTLAWS, who exit,] and speaks on)

        May you not cease your flight till you reach hell,
        That bred ye villains: to pursue ye further
        Were to neglect a nearer duty.
           [To SEGEBERT]   Dear honoured sir, look up! Father, how do you?*

287SegebertEven almost well, I hope.

288AnthynusHe means with death,
        Alas, he’s deeply wounded and bleeds much.
        But what do I in this? I have not tears
        Enough to wash these wounds, although some linen
        To bind them up.
[Tearing fabric from his own garments, ANTHYNUS binds SEGEBERT's head wound]

        But merely to bewail him
        With looks and lamentations is as fruitless
        As here to leave him languishing to death,
        And run in pursuit of his enemies
        To work revenge: neither of these bring ease.
        Mount up my thoughts to Heaven, then, for a blessing
        Upon my ready industry, and let each faculty
        Of mine as prompt to works and prayers be.
           [To SEGEBERT]   How is it now, sir? Do I not bind it too hard?
        Pray, sir, speak to me.

289SegebertOffa, oh son Offa!

290AnthynusOffa is not here, sir, ’tis I, your son Anthynus.
        Why look you on that sword so?

291SegebertOh son Offa!

292AnthynusPray, sir, look on me.   [Aside]   I fear his memory fails him.
        And as his mind was ever on Offa
        Before unfortunate me, so now he gives
        The merit that belongs (if any be)
        Due to the duty of a son in this
        From me to him; but, envy, be thou from me!
           [To SEGEBERT]   Why look you on that sword, and not on me?
        ’Twas I that won it for you.

293SegebertOh Anthynus!

294AnthynusThat’s well said, sir. Speak though but faintly to me,
        I had rather hear your groans than find you speechless.
        Better will come, I hope.

295SegebertHelp me to rise.

296AnthynusThat’s comfortably spoken.
[ANTHYNUS brings SEGEBERT to his feet but continues to support him.]

        So, well done!
        Like a strong man again!

297SegebertOh, I am weak!

298AnthynusRest upon me, my strength, my all is yours.
        Æneas, that true Trojan son whose fame
        For piety ever crowns his name,*
        Had not a will (although my means be poor)
        Exceeding mine to answer nature more.
[SEGEBERT moves to pick up the sword lying where he fell.]

        Well said, that step became you! We shall on,
        I see, apace. Give me your sword: it troubles you.

299SegebertNo, not this sword.

300AnthynusThat’s the best sign of all.
        Keep it and hold it fast, sir. We will back
        A little to the spring we came by, where
        I’ll somewhat more accommodate your wounds.
        Heaven, which men’s honest pains doth ever bless,
        Will when we least can hope afford redress.[SEGEBERT and ANTHYNUS exit.]*

301Outlaw 1Oh, oh, some help, oh.
Enter an HERMIT and [HERMIT’S] SERVANT with a Basket.

302HermitHark, didst thou not hear a cry?

303[Hermit’s] ServantOf nothing but
        My guts that cry within me, sir, for meat.
        I hear no other cry, nor have not done – – –

304Outlaw 1Ohhhhhhhh.

305[Hermit's] Servant– – – almost these five years.

306HermitPeace, thou belly-god, ’twas there again.

307[Hermit's] ServantIt is a belly-devil, rather, that has tormented me e’er* since I served you under ground hereby. No man above ground* could have fasted like me.*

308HermitHast thou not daily food, thou caterpillar?*

309[Hermit’s] ServantYes, such as caterpillars eat: blossoms and buds, many green growing things, such as you make your medicines of, and roots. Would I could get some of the caterpillars! A dish of caterpillars fried — let me see: in what? in usurer’s grease, if one knew where to get it — might serve to feast an emperor. But we live out o’th’ world by prayer and fasting.*

310HermitThou farest as I fare, feedest as oft as I.

311[Hermit’s] Servant But, sir, there’s difference in our exercises. If I could spend my time, whole days, in prayer as you do, this kind of fare — or fasting, rather — would not be so bitter to me.*

312Outlaw 1Ohhhhhhhhhh.

313HermitDidst thou not hear it now?

314[Hermit’s] ServantYes, something like the croaking of a frog, methought. If it were one, I would wade up to the waist* for’t for my supper.   [Discovering OUTLAW 1]   Here, here, sir! Here ’tis! Here’s more work for you. Once a week we are commonly troubled either to cure or bury: one or other, thank the outlaws. They make us work for nothing here, as if we dwelt here for the purpose, nor do I know other indeed.*

315Hermit   [To OUTLAW 1]   Look up, man, canst thou speak?

316Outlaw 1Oh, no.

317[Hermit’s] ServantThere’s* great hope of recovery: you hear he says he cannot speak.

318HermitCanst thou hold up thy hands, and lift up thine eyes?
[OUTLAW 1 visibly responds.]

319[Hermit’s] ServantHe does, he does. Hang’t, he’ll do well enough.

320HermitHelp up his body, then down into my cave.

321[Hermit’s] ServantAnd tomorrow up with him again, and then down into a grave. Better let him lie now, sir. You’ll ne’er* do good on him, I doubt: he looks so damnably as if the Devil were at my elbow for him.*

322HermitPeace, knave, in charity I’ll do my best.
        Heaven hitherto my labours well has blessed.

323[Hermit’s] Servant   [Lifting OUTLAW 1]   Nay, had I his weight in venison so near killed, and might be allowed to eat it, I would ask no more flesh while I lived.*[HERMIT and HERMIT’S SERVANT exit carrying OUTLAW 1.]*
2.4*
Enter ANTHYNUS carrying SEGEBERT in his arms.

324AnthynusCan no release be had? Is this the place,
        That cursèd piece of ground which Nature meant
        Should be called hell on earth? Where outrage reigns,
        Murder and cruelty beyond it, deep despair,
        To a poor remnant of distressèd life,
        Of all reviving comforts, food, or medicine?

325SegebertOh, set me down!

326AnthynusAnd must we needs be set
        By the malicious ignorance of Fortune
        On this infernal way?

327SegebertPatience, good son.

328AnthynusWhere ill abounds, and every good is wanting,
        Was’t not enough that so much blood was spilt
        From this white reverend head, from which hath flowed
        Counsels that have preserved the blood of nations?
        And fitter now to wear a diadem
        Itself, than thus be stained with his own wrong.
        Had it not been enough to have left him so,
        Thou Tyrant Fortune, but to take away
        All means of succour? no relief? no comfort?

329SegebertGood son, be not impatient.

330AnthynusAnd see, see,
        Accursèd Fate! He bleeds afresh again,
        As if his blood I now but washed away
        Cried for the rest to follow it.

331SegebertIndeed,
        Son, this impatience hurts thyself and me.
        Better let me bleed still (bleeding’s an easy death)
        Than thou displease the awful power of Heaven
        By chiding at the feigned ones, good take heed.*

332AnthynusMe you have justly chidden, and I beg
        Pardon of Heaven and you; and now methinks
        I am inspired unto a further duty
        Of seeking remedy. I’ll leave no way untried
        To find it, if I may; and though my absence
        Will sore perplex me, I will with your grief
        Leave you a while to forage for relief;
        But first pray let me change a sword with you, sir:
        Not that I think yours better, but because
        I fear some charm is in’t, or secret ill
        ‘Gainst you, you sigh so when you view it still.

333SegebertGood Son, forbear ’t, and me unto my thoughts,*
        Till thou returnst. Heaven’s and my blessing with thee.

334AnthynusSo strengthened, I shall sure find remedy
        To raise you out of this calamity.Exit ANTHYNUS.

335SegebertThis sword, Anthynus? No, shouldst thou but know
        This sword as I do, it would raise thy fury
        Unto an execution of that horror*
        Would shake me in my grave. This sword,
        Which now I cannot but with tears remember,
        Was once mine own. I gave it to thy brother —
        I will not call him so! but, to my son —
        Why should I him call him so? but, to Offa —
        And so I fear I name my murderer.
        For when I gave it him, I charged him never
        To part with it. He firmly vowed the same,
        And that whilst I or he should live, no man
        Should ever give it motion but himself.
        Wert* thou so greedy of my life, my Offa,
        To snatch it from me thus? Whenas the wounds
        Thy parricidal* hands has given me
        Are not so bitter as the wrongèd thoughts,
        Though they are deep and overflow their brinks.
        I have two wounds within me that are deeper,
        Which have discovered in my heart and bowels
        A troubled* spring of dearer blood than this.
        One pricks me with compassion for thee,
        My good, my charitable, pious son.
        All blessing due to sanctimonious virtue
        Be ever thy companion, till thou art crowned
        ‘Mongst sons of men the pattern of true piety.
        What foul mistrusts, puddles of jealousy,
        Were lodged in this dark bosom against thee?
        And of affection what a pure stream did run
        By a false current to my second son?
        Who by thy truth appears not now thine own.
        Which makes my other wound, in that so long
        I cherished him by doing of thee wrong.
        Now from my heart issue two streams of blood,
        One thick and clotty, th’ other clean vermilion.
        In the gross blood I vent the wrong conceit
        I swallowed against thee, my good Anthynus;
        And in the clear I see Offa’s falsehood.
        In both my blood runs forth apace. Oh, may
        My thick blood, Anthynus, be forgiven by thee
        And the clear cleanse my Offa’s treachery!*
        Ohhhh —([SEGEBERT] sinks.)
Enter HERMIT and [HERMIT’S] SERVANT.

336HermitDidst thou not hear a groan? a dying groan?

337[Hermit’s] ServantNot I, sir: I heard nothing.*

338HermitHark, look about! I am sure I heard a groan.

339[Hermit’s] Servant   [Discovering SEGEBERT]   Here, sir, here’s something that perhaps has groaned, but it’s out of hearing now.*

340HermitAnd so is pity amongst men. Ay me!
        An old man murdered! A seeming simple,
        Innocent old man; and yet he holds a sword.

341[Hermit’s] ServantSo, more work still! Whilst we are gathering simples to cure one, here’s another John Simple* laid in our way to bury.*

342HermitHe is yet warm.

343[Hermit’s] ServantAye, but he has no breath, not so much, I’ll undertake, as a scolding wife that has been nine days in the grave.*

344HermitAlas, he’s gone indeed! What ruthless villains
        Could have done this on such an agèd man,
        In this so harmless habit?

345[Hermit’s] ServantGood master, let it warn you, though we have hitherto passed by these man-tigers, these wolvish outlaws safely, early and late, as not worth their malice. Yet pray, sir, now, since they begin to kill men of this coat, and these years, let us forsake this savage* habitation, and live in the world of meat again.*

346HermitHow ill are these white hairs bestained with red?
        Methinks I should have known this face.* Nothing to wipe
        The blood off? Come, help away with him.

347[Hermit’s] ServantHe’s holp away, and made away enough already methinks.*

348HermitWhy dost not lift?

349[Hermit’s] ServantSure they have blown their sins into him that killed him, he’s so heavy, he’s deadly heavy. Pray, Sir, let me fetch my grave instruments and your book and bestow him here. You will not bury him in your cave, I’m sure.*

350HermitI say I’ll have him down. Perhaps the wounded man
        That’s there may know him.*

351[Hermit’s] ServantI would I had but this fellow’s weight in buttock beef.*
[HERMIT and HERMIT’S SERVANT carry SEGEBERT off through one stage doorway.]*
Enter ANTHYNUS [through the other stage doorway].

352AnthynusI come, my father! Chide not now my stay,
        In which I was more tardy, I confess,
        Than e’er* I was in duty. I have brought you —
        Where are you, sir? Ha! This was sure the place,
        And this the very oak at which I left him.
        I marked it carefully, and took due heed
        Even to the number of my steps in my
        Departure, how to make my back return,
        Nor was my tarriance such, that in that space
        He could recover strength to shift his ground.
        I wish it were so well with him. My Lord,
        My father, what a mist of doubts stand I
        Amazed in; and my unspeakable amazement
        Is such, that I begin to call my sight
        And memory in question, whether* this place?
        Or whether* he? or I? or anything
        Be, or be not. Good senses, do not leave me!
        My search will be in vain if you forsake me.
        Father, my Lord! Where are you? how? or where?

353EchoHere.*

354AnthynusThat was well said, speak on.
        (ANTHYNUS ex[its].)Now where?

355EchoNow here.

356Anthynus(within)*Now here? Where is that here?

357EchoHere.
(Ent[er] ANTH[YNUS].)

358AnthynusI hear and follow, but I know not where.

359EchoHere.

360AnthynusAt the same place again?
        If there be place, or I know anything,
        How is my willingness in search deluded?
        It is the wood that rings with my complaint,
        And mocking echo makes her merry with it.
        Cursed be thy babbling, and mayst thou become
        A sport for wanton boys in thy fond answers,
        Or stay, perhaps it was some gentle spirit
        Hovering i’th’ air, that saw his flight to Heaven,
        And would direct me thither after him.
        Good reason, leave me not, but give me leave
        A little to consider nearer home.
        Say his diviner part be taken up
        To those celestial joys, where blessed ones
        Find their inheritance of immortality:
        I cannot think his earthly properties
        So soon could find the passage to that height.
        His body would be here, poor martyred body,
        That though it yet did live, could not part hence
        Without the help of others’ legs and hands,
        And here haunt none, but such whose cruelty
        Would toss him into further misery.
        Wild beasts (if here were any half so ravenous
        As those inhuman* mankind monsters were,
        That drew his blood and these unusual tears)
        Could not devour him all: some particle,
        Some remnant would be left to bless a son with.
        But here is none but that too sure a sign
        For me to know the place by where I left him:
        Part of the blood I saw run from him. O
[ANTHYNUS kneels to kiss the stage floor, imagined to be wet with blood]*

        Dear hallowed blood, inspire me with this kiss
        To find the fountain whence this stream did flow.
        I will not eat nor sleep until I know.
        No? canst thou tell me nothing?
[Again tearing fabric from his own garments, ANTHYNUS dips it in the imaginary blood]*

        Then I’ll take
        A sample of the precious store was spilt,
        To keep me still in memory of the guilt
        And of my vow, never to feed or rest,
        Until I find him here, or with the blest.Exit [ANTHYNUS].

Edited by Marion O'Connor