[A Chase in the North of England]
Enter[two gamekeepers], with cross-bows in their hands.
Sink. Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;
For through this anon the deer will come;
And in this covert will we make our stand,
the principal of all the deer. 4
Hum. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
Sink. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
Here stand we both, and aim we at the best: 8
And, the time shall not seem tedious,
I'll tell thee what befell me on a day
In this place where now we mean to stand.
Hum. Here comes a man; let's 12
Enter the King, with a prayer-book.
Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,
To greet mine own land with my sight.
No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee, 16
Thy wash'd off wherewith thou anointed:
No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,
No humble suitors press to ,
No, not a man comes for redress thee; 20
For how can I help them, and not myself?
Sink. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's
This is the king; let's seize upon him.
For wise men say it is the wisest course.
Hum. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.
Sink. Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.
Hen. My queen and son are gone to France for aid; 28
And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister
To wife for Edward. If this news be true,
Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost; 32
For Warwick is a subtle orator,
And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
By this account then Margaret may win him,
For she's a woman to be pitied much: 36
Her sighs will make a in his breast;
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;
And Nero will be with remorse, 40
To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give:
She on his left side, craving aid for Henry;
He on his right, asking a wife for Edward. 44
She weeps, and says her Henry is depos'd;
He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;
she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more:
Whiles Warwick tells his title, the wrong, 48
Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
And wins the king from her,
With promise of his sister, and ,
To strengthen and support King Edward's place. 52
O Margaret! thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,
Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn.
Hum. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings and queens?
King. More than I seem, and less than I was born to: 56
A man at least, for less I be;
And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
Hum. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.
King. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough. 60
Hum. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
King. My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd content; 64
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Hum. Well, if you be a king crown'd with content,
Your crown content and you must be contented
To go along with us; for, as we think, 68
You are the king King Edward hath depos'd;
And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance,
Will you as his enemy.
King. But did you never swear, and break an oath? 72
Hum. No, never such an oath; nor will not now.
King. Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
Hum. Here in this country, where we now remain.
King. I was anointed king at nine months old; 76
My father and my grandfather were kings,
And you were sworn true subjects unto me:
And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?
Sink. No; 80
For we were subjects but while you were king.
King. Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man?
Ah! simple men, you know not what you swear.
Look, as I blow this feather from my face, 84
And as the air blows it to me again,
Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
And yielding to another when it blows,
Commanded always by the greater gust; 88
Such is the lightness of you common men.
But do not break your oaths; for of that sin
My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
Go where you will, the king shall be commanded; 92
And be you kings: command, and I'll obey.
Sink. We are true subjects to the king, King Edward.
King. So would you be again to Henry,
If he were seated as King Edward is. 96
Sink. We charge you, in God's name and the king's,
To go with us unto the officers.
King. In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:
And what God will, that let your king perform; 100
And what he will, I humbly yield unto. Exeunt.
[London. A Room in the Palace]
Enter King Edward, Gloucester, Clarence, Lady Grey.
K. Edw. Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Albans field
This lady's husband, Sir John Grey, was slain,
His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror:
Her suit is now, to repossess those lands; 4
Which we in justice cannot well deny,
Rich. Your highness shall do well to grant her suit; 8
It were dishonour to deny it her.
K. Edw. It were no less: but yet I'll make a.
Rich. [Aside to Clarence.] Yea; is it so?
I see the lady hath a thing to grant, 12
Before the king will grant her humble suit.
Clar. [Aside to Richard.] He knows the game: how true he keeps the!
Rich. [Aside to Clarence.] Silence!
K. Edw. Widow, we will consider 16
come some other time to know our mind.
Widow. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:
May it please your highness to me now,
And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me. 20
Rich. [Aside to Clarence.] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you all your lands,
An if what pleases him shall pleasure you:
Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
Clar. [Aside to Richard.] I 24her not, unless she chance to fall.
Glo. [Aside to Clarence.] God forbid that! for he'll take vantages.
K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.
Clar. [Aside to Richard.] I think he means to beg a child of her.
Glo. [Aside to Clarence.] Nay, then, whip me; he'll rather give her two. 28
Widow. Three, my most gracious lord.
Glo. [Aside to Clarence.] You shall have four, if you'll be rul'd by him.
K. Edw. 'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.
Widow. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then. 32
K. Edw. Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit.
Rich. [Aside to Clarence.] Ay, good leave have you; for you will have leave,
Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
[Retiring with Clarence.]
K. Edw. Now, tell me, madam, do you love your children? 36
Widow. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
K. Edw. And would you not do much to do them good?
Widow. To do them good I would sustain some harm.
K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do them good. 40
Widow. Therefore I came unto your majesty.
K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.
Widow. So shall you bind me to your highness' service.
K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I give them? 44
Widow. What you command, that rests in me to do.
K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my.
Widow. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. 48
Widow. Why, then I will do what your Grace commands.
Rich. [Aside to Clarence.] He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble.
Clar. [Aside to Richard.] As red as fire! nay, then her wax must melt.
Widow. Why stops my lord? shall I not hear my task? 52
K. Edw. An easy task: 'tis but to love a king.
Widow. That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.
K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
Widow. I take my leave with many thousand thanks. 56
Rich. [Aside to Clarence.] The match is made; she seals it with a curtsy.
K. Edw. But stay thee; 'tis the fruits of love I mean.
Widow. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. 60
What love think'st thou I sue so much to get?
Widow. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers:
That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love. 64
Widow. Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.
K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive my mind.
Widow. My mind will never grant what I perceive
Your highness , if I aright. 68
K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
Widow. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.
Widow. Why, then mine 72
For by that loss I will not purchase them.
K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
Widow. Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.
But, mighty lord, this merry inclination 76
Accords not with the of my suit:
Please you dismiss me, either with 'ay,' or 'no.'
K. Edw. Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;
No, if thou dost say 'no' to my demand. 80
Widow. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
Rich. [Aside to Clarence.] The widow likes him not, she knits her brows.
Clar. [Aside to Richard.] He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.
K. Edw. [Aside.] Her looks do 84
Her words do show her wit incomparable;
All her perfections challenge sovereignty:
One way or other, she is for a king;
And she shall be my love, or else my queen. 88
Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
Widow. 'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:
I am a subject fit to jest withal,
But far unfit to be a sovereign. 92
K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee,
I speak no more than what my soul intends;
And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
Widow. And that is more than I will yield unto. 96
I know I am too mean to be your queen,
And yet too good to be your concubine.
K. Edw. You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.
Widow. 'Twill grieve your Grace my sons should call you father. 100
K. Edw. No more than when my daughters call thee mother.
Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,
Have : why, 'tis a happy thing 104
To be the father unto many sons.
Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
Rich. [Aside to Clarence.] The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.
Clar. [Aside to Richard.] When he was made a shriver, 'twas 108.
K. Edw. Brothers, youwhat chat we two have had.
Rich. The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
K. Edw. You'd think it strange if I should marry her.
Clar. To whom, my lord?
K. Edw.Why, Clarence, to myself. 112
Rich. That would be ten days' wonder at the least.
Rich. By so much is the wonder in extremes.
K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both 116
Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
Enter a Nobleman.
Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
And brought as prisoner to your palace gate.
K. Edw. See that he be convey'd unto the Tower: 120
And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
To question of his apprehension.
Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
Exeunt. Manet Richard.
Rich. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. 124
Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all,
That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
To cross me from the golden time I look for!
And yet, between my soul's desire and me— 128
The lustful Edward's title buried,—
Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,
To take their , ere I can place myself: 132
A for my purpose!
Why then, I do but dream on sovereignty;
Like one that stands upon a promontory,
And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, 136
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye;
And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
Saying, he'll it dry to have his way:
So do I wish the crown, being so far off, 140
And so I chide the that keeps me from it,
And so I say I'll cut the causes off,
Flatt'ring with impossibilities.
My eye's too quick, my heart too much, 144
Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
What other pleasure can the world afford?
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap, 148
And deck my body in gay ornaments,
And sweet ladies with my words and looks.
O miserable thought! and more unlikely
Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns. 152
Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; 156
To make an envious mountain on my back,
Where sits deformity to mock my body;
To shape my legs of an unequal size;
To disproportion me in every part, 160
Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
And am I then a man to be belov'd?
O monstrous fault! to harbour such a thought. 164
Then, since this earth affords no joy to me
But to command, to , to o'erbear such
As are of better person than myself,
I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown; 168
And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
Until my misshap'd trunk that bears this head
Be round with a glorious crown.
And yet I know not how to get the crown, 172
For many lives stand between me and :
And I, like one lost in a thorny wood,
That the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
Seeking a way and straying from the way; 176
Not knowing how to find the open air,
But toiling desperately to find it out,
Torment myself to catch the English crown:
And from that torment I will free myself, 180
Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
Why, I can smile, and murther whiles I smile,
And cry, 'Content,' to that which grieves my heart,
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, 184
And frame my face to all occasions.
I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
I'll slay more gazers than the ;
I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, 188
Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
I can the chameleon,
Change shapes with Proteus , 192
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut! were it farther off, I'll pluck it down. Exit.
[Paris. A Room in the Palace]
Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, his sister Bona; his Admiral called Bourbon; Prince Edward, Queen Margaret, and the Earl of Oxford. Lewis sits, and riseth up again.
Lew. Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
Sit down with us: it ill befits thy
And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
Mar. No, mighty King of France: now Margaret 4
Must strike her sail, and learn a while to serve
Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
Great Albion's queen in former golden days;
But now mischance hath trod my title down, 8
And with dishonour laid me on the ground,
Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,
And to my humble seat conform myself.
Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair? 12
Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,
And by our side. Seats her by him. Yield not thy neck 16
To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;
It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief. 20
Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts,
And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis,
That Henry, sole possessor of my love, 24
Is a king become a banish'd man,
And forc'd to live in Scotland a ;
While proud ambitious Edward, Duke of York,
Usurps the regal title and the seat 28
Of England's true-anointed lawful king.
This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,
With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir,
Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid; 32
And if thou fail us, all our hope is done.
Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
Our people and our peers are both misled,
Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, 36
And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,
While we bethink a means to .
Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. 40
Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee.
Mar. O! but impatience
And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
Lew. What'sapproacheth boldly to our presence?
Mar. Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend. 45
Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
He descends. She ariseth.
Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
For this is he that moves both wind and tide. 48
War. From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,
First, to do greetings to thy royal person; 52
And then to crave a league of amity;
And lastly to confirm that amity
With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister, 56
To England's king in lawful marriage.
Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
War. And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf, Speaking to Bona.
I am commanded, with your leave and favour, 60
Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue
To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;
Where , late entering at his heedful ears,
Hath plac'd thy beauty's image and thy virtue. 64
Mar. King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak,
Before you answer Warwick. His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
But from deceit bred by necessity; 68
For how can tyrants safely govern home,
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,
That Henry liveth still; but were he dead, 72
Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.
Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage
Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;
For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, 76
Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
Prince.And why not queen?
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp,
And thou no more art prince than she is queen. 80
Oxf. Then Warwick
Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,
Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest; 84
And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,
Who by his prowess conquered all France:
From these our Henry lineally descends.
War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, 88
You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten?
Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.
But for the rest, you tell a pedigree 92
Of threescore and two years; a silly time
To make for a kingdom's worth.
Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,
Whom thou obeyedst thirty and six years, 96
And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
Now falsehood with a pedigree?
For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king. 100
Oxf. Call him my king, by whose
My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
Was done to death? and , my father,
Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years, 104
When nature brought him to the door of death?
No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
War. And I the house of York. 108
Lew. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside,
While I use further conference with Warwick.
They stand aloof.
Mar. Heaven grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not! 112
Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
Is Edward your true king? for I were loath
To link with him that were not chosen.
War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eye? 117
War. The more that Henry was.
Lew. Then further, all dissembling set aside,
Tell me for truth the measure of his love 120
Unto our sister Bona.
War.Such it seems
As may beseem a monarch like himself.
Myself have often heard him say and swear
That this his love was an eternal plant, 124
Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,
Unless the Lady Bona . 128
Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
Yet I confess that often ere this day, Speaks to War.
When I have heard your king's recounted, 132
Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
Lew. Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's;
And now forthwith shall articles be drawn
Touching the that your king must make, 136
Which with her dowry shall be .
Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness
That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king. 140
Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
By this alliance to make void my suit:
Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend.
Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret: 144
But if your title to the crown be weak,
As may appear by Edward's good success,
Then 'tis but reason that I be releas'd
From giving aid which late I promised. 148
Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand
That your estate requires and mine can yield.
War. Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,
Where having nothing, nothing can he lose. 152
And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
You have a father able to maintain you,
And better 'twere you troubled him than France.
Mar. Peace! impudent and shameless Warwick, peace; 156
I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears,
Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
Thy sly and thy lord's false love; 160
For both of you are birds of self-same feather.
Post blowing a horn within.
Lew. Warwick, this is someto us or thee.
Enter the Post.
Post. My lord ambassador, these letters are for you, Speaks to Warwick.
Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague: 164
These from our king unto your majesty. To Lewis.
And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not. To Margaret.
They all read their letters.
Oxf. I like it well that our fair queen and mistress
Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. 168
Prince. Nay, mark how Lewis stamps
I hope all's for the best.
Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?
Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with unhop'd joys. 172
War. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
Lew. What! has your king married the Lady Grey?
And now, to and his,
Sends me a paper to persuade me patience? 176
Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?
Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
Mar. I told your majesty as much before:
This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
War. King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven,
And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's;
No more my king, for he dishonours me,— 184
But most himself, if he could see his shame.
Did I impale him with the regal crown?
Did I put Henry from his right?
And am I at the last with shame?
Shame on himself! for my desert is honour: 192
And, to repair my honour, lost for him,
I here renounce him and return to Henry.
My noble queen, let former grudges pass,
And henceforth I am thy true servitor. 196
I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
And replant Henry in his former state.
Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;
And I forgive and quite forget old faults, 200
And joy that thou becom'st King Henry's friend.
War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,
That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
With some few bands of chosen soldiers, 204
I'll undertake to land them on our coast,
And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
'Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him:
And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me, 208
He's very likely now to fall from him,
For matching more for wanton lust than honour,
Or than for strength and safety of our country.
Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd, 212
But by thy help to this distressed queen?
Mar. Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,
Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
Bona. My quarrel and this English queen's are one. 216
War. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours.
Lew. And mine with hers, and thine and Margaret's.
Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolv'd
You shall have aid. 220
Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
Lew. Then, England's messenger, return in post,
And tell false Edward, thy king,
That Lewis of France is sending over masquers, 224
To revel it with him and his new bride.
Thou seest ; go thy king .
Bona. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
I wear the for his sake. 228
Mar. Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,
And I am ready to put armour on.
War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong,
And therefore I'll uncrown him ere 't be long. 232
There's thy reward: be gone. Exit Post.
Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,
Shall cross the seas, and false Edward battle;
And, as occasion serves, this noble queen 236
And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt:
What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
War. This shall assure my constant loyalty: 240
That if our queen and this young prince agree,
I'll join mine and my joy
To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your 244
Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,
Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;
And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine. 248
Prince. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;
And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
He gives his hand to Warwick.
Lew. Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,
And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral, 252
Shall them over with our royal fleet.
I Edward fall by war's mischance,
For mocking marriage with a dame of France.
Exeunt. Manet Warwick.
War. I came from Edward as ambassador, 256
But I return his sworn and mortal foe:
Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
Had he none else to make a but me? 260
Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
I was the that rais'd him to the crown,
And I'll be chief to bring him down again:
Not that I pity Henry's misery, 264
But seek revenge on Edward's mockery. Exit.
Footnotes to Act III
Scene One S. d. Sinklo and Humphrey; cf. n.
2 laund: glade
4 Culling: selecting
9 for: in order that
11 self: very
12 stay: postpone action
14 wishful: longing
17 balm: consecrated oil
19 speak for right: crave justice
20 of: from
22 fee: perquisite
23 quondam: one-time, former
24 Cf. n.
37 battery: bruise
40 tainted: touched
47 That: so that
48 smooths: glosses over
50 in conclusion: finally
51 what else: anything else he desires
57 should not: could hardly
71 apprehend: arrest
6, 7 Cf. n.
10 pause: delay
14 wind: advantageous position
16 of: concerning
17 And: and therefore
19 resolve: free from anxiety
24 fear: fear for
46 boon: petition
68 aims at: intends
72 honesty: virtue
77 sadness: seriousness
84 argue: prove
104 other some: some others
108 for shift: to serve a crafty purpose
109 muse: wonder
114 Cf. n.
132 rooms: places
133 cold premeditation: unfavorable augury
139 lade: empty
141 means: intervening obstacles
143 me: myself
144 o'erweens too much: is too presumptuous
150 witch: bewitch, charm
162 carries . . . dam: has nothing of its mother's shape; cf. n.
166 check: control
171 impaled: encircled
173 home: the goal
175 rents: tears, rends
187 basilisk: fabulous reptile whose sight was death
191 add . . . to: assume more colors than
192 for advantages: as my purpose requires
193 Give Machiavelli himself lessons in murder; cf. n.
2 state: dignity
16 sit thee: seat thyself
16–18 Cf. n.
25 of: from being
26 forlorn: outcast
39 break it off: cut it short
42 waiteth on: attends
44 he: he who
63 fame: report
78 Injurious: insulting
81, 82 Cf. n.
81 disannuls: makes nothing of
94 prescription: right based on immemorial custom
95, 96 Cf. n.
99 buckler: shield, defend
101 injurious: unjust; cf. n.
103 more than so: yet more
115 lawful: lawfully
118 unfortunate: a breeder of misfortune
127 Cf. n.
128 quit his pain: requite his longing
130 grant: assent
132 desert: merit
136 jointure: property settled on wife at marriage
137 counterpois'd: equalled
157 Cf. n.
160 conveyance: deceit
162 post: messenger bearing letters
169 as: as if
175 soothe your forgery: palliate your deceit
186, 187 Cf. n.
188 Cf. n.
190 native: innate
191 guerdon'd: rewarded
223 supposed: pretended
226 what's past: what has happened
228 willow garland: emblem of unhappy love
235 bid: offer
242 eldest daughter; cf. n.
244 motion: offer
253 waft: convey by water
254 long till: am impatient that
260 stale: dupe
262 chief: principal means