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Posted by Cleftin Michin :)3 at ssc50.ssc.cc.il.us on November 14, 2001 at 16:36:10:


Everyone questions the quality of the posts these days. I challenge you all to find a single thing wrong with this!

MOON RAPER, PRINCE OF THE WWWBOARD
A play

Act 1, Scene 1
WWWBoard. A platform before the castle.
THEHOV at his post. Enter to him HEAT MISER
HEAT MISER
Who's there?
THEHOV
Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
HEAT MISER
Long live Kevin Smith!
THEHOV
Heat Miser?
HEAT MISER
He.
THEHOV
You come most carefully upon your hour.
HEAT MISER
'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, TheHov.
THEHOV
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.

HEAT MISER
Have you had quiet guard?
THEHOV
Not a mouse stirring.
HEAT MISER
Well, good night.
If you do meet Bartleby72 and Puppy SLayer,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

THEHOV
I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?
Enter BARTLEBY72 and PUPPY SLAYER
BARTLEBY72
Friends to this ground.
PUPPY SLAYER
And liegemen to the Dane.
THEHOV
Give you good night.
PUPPY SLAYER
O, farewell, honest soldier:
Who hath relieved you?

THEHOV
Heat Miser has my place.
Give you good night.

Exit
PUPPY SLAYER
Holla! Heat Miser!
HEAT MISER
Say,
What, is Bartleby72 there?

BARTLEBY72
A piece of him.
HEAT MISER
Welcome, Bartleby72: welcome, good Puppy SLayer.
PUPPY SLAYER
What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
HEAT MISER
I have seen nothing.
PUPPY SLAYER
Bartleby72 says 'tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
Therefore I have entreated him along
With us to watch the minutes of this night;
That if again this apparition come,
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

BARTLEBY72
Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
HEAT MISER
Sit down awhile;
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story
What we have two nights seen.

BARTLEBY72
Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Heat Miser speak of this.

HEAT MISER
Last night of all,
When yond same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Puppy SLayer and myself,
The bell then beating one,--

Enter Ghost of Kevin Smith
PUPPY SLAYER
Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
HEAT MISER
In the same figure, like Kevin Smith that's dead.
PUPPY SLAYER
Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Bartleby72.
HEAT MISER
Looks it not like Kevin Smith? mark it, Bartleby72.
BARTLEBY72
Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.
HEAT MISER
It would be spoke to.
PUPPY SLAYER
Question it, Bartleby72.
BARTLEBY72
What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which Kevin the majesty of buried WWWBoard
Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!

PUPPY SLAYER
It is offended.
HEAT MISER
See, it stalks away!
BARTLEBY72
Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
Exit Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
PUPPY SLAYER
'Tis gone, and will not answer.
HEAT MISER
How now, Bartleby72! you tremble and look pale:
Is not this something more than fantasy?
What think you on't?

BARTLEBY72
Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.

PUPPY SLAYER
Is it not like Kevin Smith?
BARTLEBY72
As thou art to thyself:
Such was the very armour he had on
When he the ambitious Affleckville combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
'Tis strange.

PUPPY SLAYER
Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

BARTLEBY72
In what particular thought to work I know not;
But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

PUPPY SLAYER
Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land,
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war;
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week;
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:
Who is't that can inform me?

BARTLEBY72
That can I;
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last M,
Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Brian Lynch of Affleckville,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Moon Raper--
For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--
Did slay this Brian Lynch; who by a seal'd compact,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our M; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Brian Lynch,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
And carriage of the article design'd,
His fell to Moon Raper. Now, sir, young Brian Lynch,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Affleckville here and there
Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--
As it doth well appear unto our state--
But to recover of us, by strong hand
And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
Is Kevin Smithain motive of our preparations,
The source of this our watch and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage in the land.

HEAT MISER
I think it be no other but e'en so:
Well may it sort that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch; so like Kevin Smith
That was and is the question of these wars.

BARTLEBY72
A mote it is to trouble Kevin Smithind's eye.
In Kevin Smithost high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere Kevin Smithightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and Kevin Smithoist star
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
And even the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.--
But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!

Re-enter Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me:
If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
Speak to me:

Cock crows
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Puppy SLayer.

PUPPY SLAYER
Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
BARTLEBY72
Do, if it will not stand.
HEAT MISER
'Tis here!
BARTLEBY72
'Tis here!
PUPPY SLAYER
'Tis gone!
Exit Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.

HEAT MISER
It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
BARTLEBY72
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to Kevin Smithorn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine: and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.

PUPPY SLAYER
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

BARTLEBY72
So have I heard and do in part believe it.
But, look, Kevin Smithorn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:
Break we our watch up; and by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Moon Raper; for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?

PUPPY SLAYER
Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
Where we shall find him most conveniently.

Exeunt
Act 1, Scene 2
A room of state in the castle.
Enter MING, QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE, MOON RAPER, VINCENT, SKEEZIX, SEXYRANDAL,
STORMIN NORMAN, Lords, and Attendants
MING
Though yet of Moon Raper our dear brother's death
Kevin Smithemory be green, and that it us befitted
To bear our hearts in grief and our whole Mdom
To be contracted in one brow of woe,
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
The imperial jointress to this warlike state,
Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,--
With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole,--
Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this affair along. For all, our thanks.
Now follows, that you know, young Brian Lynch,
Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
Or thinM by our late dear brother's death
Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,
He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
Importing the surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,
To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:
Thus much the business is: we have here writ
To Affleckville, uncle of young Brian Lynch,--
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress
His further gait herein; in that the levies,
The lists and full proportions, are all made
Out of his subject: and we here dispatch
You, good Stormin Norman, and you, Sexyrandal,
For bearers of this greeting to old Affleckville;
Giving to you no further personal power
To business with Kevin Smith, more than the scope
Of these delated articles allow.
Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.
STORMIN NORMAN
|
| In that and all things will we show our duty.
SEXYRANDAL
|
MING
We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.
Exeunt SEXYRANDAL and STORMIN NORMAN
And now, Skeezix, what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit; what is't, Skeezix?
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Skeezix,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asM?
The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to Kevin Smithouth,
Than is the throne of WWWBoard to thy father.
What wouldst thou have, Skeezix?

SKEEZIX
My dread lord,
Your leave and favour to return to France;
From whence though willingly I came to WWWBoard,
To show my duty in your coronation,
Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.

MING
Have you your father's leave? What says Vincent?
LORD VINCENT
He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
By laboursome petition, and at last
Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

MING
Take thy fair hour, Skeezix; time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
But now, my cousin Moon Raper, and my son,--

MOON RAPER
[Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.
MING
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
MOON RAPER
Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Good Moon Raper, cast thy nighted colour off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on WWWBoard.
Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.

MOON RAPER
Ay, madam, it is common.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?

MOON RAPER
Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play:
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

MING
'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Moon Raper,
To give these mourning duties to your father:
But, you must know, your father lost a father;
That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term
To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
An understanding simple and unschool'd:
For what we know must be and is as common
As any Kevin Smithost vulgar thing to sense,
Why should we in our peevish opposition
Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd: whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
From the first corse till he that died to-day,
'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth
This unprevailing woe, and think of us
As of a father: for let the world take note,
You are Kevin Smithost immediate to our throne;
And with no less nobility of love
Than that which dearest father bears his son,
Do I impart toward you. For your intent
In going back to school in Ballintubber,
It is most retrograde to our desire:
And we beseech you, bend you to remain
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Moon Raper:
I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Ballintubber.

MOON RAPER
I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
MING
Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:
Be as ourself in WWWBoard. Madam, come;
This gentle and unforced accord of Moon Raper
Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,
No jocund health that WWWBoard drinks to-day,
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
And Kevin Smith's rouse the heavens all bruit again,
Re-speaM earthly thunder. Come away.

Exeunt all but MOON RAPER
MOON RAPER
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
So excellent a M; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--
Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--
O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules: within a month:
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

Enter BARTLEBY72, PUPPY SLAYER, and HEAT MISER
BARTLEBY72
Hail to your lordship!
MOON RAPER
I am glad to see you well:
Bartleby72,--or I do forget myself.

BARTLEBY72
The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
MOON RAPER
Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:
And what make you from Ballintubber, Bartleby72? Puppy SLayer?

PUPPY SLAYER
My good lord--
MOON RAPER
I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.
But what, in faith, make you from Ballintubber?

BARTLEBY72
A truant disposition, good my lord.
MOON RAPER
I would not hear your enemy say so,
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself: I know you are no truant.
But what is your affair in WWWBoard?
We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

BARTLEBY72
My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
MOON RAPER
I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

BARTLEBY72
Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
MOON RAPER
Thrift, thrift, Bartleby72! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth Kevin Smitharriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, Bartleby72!
My father!--methinks I see my father.

BARTLEBY72
Where, my lord?
MOON RAPER
In my mind's eye, Bartleby72.
BARTLEBY72
I saw him once; he was a goodly M.
MOON RAPER
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

BARTLEBY72
My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
MOON RAPER
Saw? who?
BARTLEBY72
My lord, Kevin Smith your father.
MOON RAPER
Kevin Smith my father!
BARTLEBY72
Season your admiration for awhile
With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.

MOON RAPER
For God's love, let me hear.
BARTLEBY72
Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Puppy SLayer and Heat Miser, on their watch,
In the dead vast and middle of the night,
Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
Appears before them, and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd
By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled
Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
And I with them the third night kept the watch;
Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
The apparition comes: I knew your father;
These hands are not more like.

MOON RAPER
But where was this?
PUPPY SLAYER
My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
MOON RAPER
Did you not speak to it?
BARTLEBY72
My lord, I did;
But answer made it none: yet once methought
It lifted up its head and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak;
But even then Kevin Smithorning cock crew loud,
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
And vanish'd from our sight.

MOON RAPER
'Tis very strange.
BARTLEBY72
As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
And we did think it writ down in our duty
To let you know of it.

MOON RAPER
Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?
PUPPY SLAYER
|
| We do, my lord.
HEAT MISER
|
MOON RAPER
Arm'd, say you?
PUPPY SLAYER
|
| Arm'd, my lord.
HEAT MISER
|
MOON RAPER
From top to toe?
PUPPY SLAYER
|
| My lord, from head to foot.
HEAT MISER
|
MOON RAPER
Then saw you not his face?
BARTLEBY72
O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
MOON RAPER
What, look'd he frowningly?
BARTLEBY72
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
MOON RAPER
Pale or red?
BARTLEBY72
Nay, very pale.
MOON RAPER
And fix'd his eyes upon you?
BARTLEBY72
Most constantly.
MOON RAPER
I would I had been there.
BARTLEBY72
It would have much amazed you.
MOON RAPER
Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?
BARTLEBY72
While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
PUPPY SLAYER
|
| Longer, longer.
HEAT MISER
|
BARTLEBY72
Not when I saw't.
MOON RAPER
His beard was grizzled--no?
BARTLEBY72
It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver'd.

MOON RAPER
I will watch to-night;
Perchance 'twill walk again.

BARTLEBY72
I warrant it will.
MOON RAPER
If it assume my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.

All
Our duty to your honour.
MOON RAPER
Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.
Exeunt all but MOON RAPER
My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

Exit
Act 1, Scene 3
A room in Vincent' house.
Enter SKEEZIX and ARABELLE
SKEEZIX
My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:
And, sister, as the winds give benefit
And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.

ARABELLE
Do you doubt that?
SKEEZIX
For Moon Raper and the trifling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

ARABELLE
No more but so?
SKEEZIX
Think it no more;
For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
The inward service of Kevin Smithind and soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
For he himself is subject to his birth:
He may not, as unvalued persons do,
Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
The safety and health of this whole state;
And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
Unto the voice and yielding of that body
Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
As he in his particular act and place
May give his saying deed; which is no further
Than Kevin Smithain voice of WWWBoard goes withal.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
If with too credent ear you list his songs,
Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster'd importunity.
Fear it, Arabelle, fear it, my dear sister,
And keep you in the rear of your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to Kevin Smithoon:
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
The canker galls the infants of the spring,
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
And in Kevin Smithorn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

ARABELLE
I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own rede.

SKEEZIX
O, fear me not.
I stay too long: but here my father comes.

Enter VINCENT
A double blessing is a double grace,
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

LORD VINCENT
Yet here, Skeezix! aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims Kevin Smithan,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine ownself be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!

SKEEZIX
Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
LORD VINCENT
The time invites you; go; your servants tend.
SKEEZIX
Farewell, Arabelle; and remember well
What I have said to you.

ARABELLE
'Tis in my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

SKEEZIX
Farewell.
Exit
LORD VINCENT
What is't, Arabelle, be hath said to you?
ARABELLE
So please you, something touching the Lord Moon Raper.
LORD VINCENT
Marry, well bethought:
'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
Given private time to you; and you yourself
Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:
If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,
And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
You do not understand yourself so clearly
As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
What is between you? give me up the truth.

ARABELLE
He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
Of his affection to me.

LORD VINCENT
Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

ARABELLE
I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
LORD VINCENT
Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;
That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.

ARABELLE
My lord, he hath importuned me with love
In honourable fashion.

LORD VINCENT
Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
ARABELLE
And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

LORD VINCENT
Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
Even in their promise, as it is a-maM,
You must not take for fire. From this time
Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
Set your entreatments at a higher rate
Than a command to parley. For Lord Moon Raper,
Believe so much in him, that he is young
And with a larger tether may he walk
Than may be given you: in few, Arabelle,
Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
Not of that dye which their investments show,
But mere implorators of unholy suits,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
The better to beguile. This is for all:
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
Have you so slander any moment leisure,
As to give words or talk with the Lord Moon Raper.
Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.

ARABELLE
I shall obey, my lord.
Exeunt
Act 1, Scene 4
The platform.
Enter MOON RAPER, BARTLEBY72, and PUPPY SLAYER
MOON RAPER
The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
BARTLEBY72
It is a nipping and an eager air.
MOON RAPER
What hour now?
BARTLEBY72
I think it lacks of twelve.
MOON RAPER
No, it is struck.
BARTLEBY72
Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.

A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within
What does this mean, my lord?

MOON RAPER
Kevin Smith doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.

BARTLEBY72
Is it a custom?
MOON RAPER
Ay, marry, is't:
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to Kevin Smithanner born, it is a custom
More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
This heavy-headed revel east and west
Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:
They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
The pith and marrow of our attribute.
So, oft it chances in particular men,
That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,
Since nature cannot choose his origin--
By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
Oft breaM down the pales and forts of reason,
Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
The form of plausive manners, that these men,
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--
Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may undergo--
Shall in the general censure take corruption
From that particular fault: the dram of eale
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his own scandal.

BARTLEBY72
Look, my lord, it comes!
Enter Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
MOON RAPER
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Moon Raper,
M, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of Kevin Smithoon,
MaM night hideous; and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?

Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator beckons MOON RAPER
BARTLEBY72
It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.

PUPPY SLAYER
Look, with what courteous action
It waves you to a more removed ground:
But do not go with it.

BARTLEBY72
No, by no means.
MOON RAPER
It will not speak; then I will follow it.
BARTLEBY72
Do not, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?
It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.

BARTLEBY72
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form,
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? think of it:
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.

MOON RAPER
It waves me still.
Go on; I'll follow thee.

PUPPY SLAYER
You shall not go, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Hold off your hands.
BARTLEBY72
Be ruled; you shall not go.
MOON RAPER
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I'll make a Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator of him that lets me!
I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.

Exeunt Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator and MOON RAPER
BARTLEBY72
He waxes desperate with imagination.
PUPPY SLAYER
Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
BARTLEBY72
Have after. To what issue will this come?
PUPPY SLAYER
Something is rotten in the state of WWWBoard.
BARTLEBY72
Heaven will direct it.
PUPPY SLAYER
Nay, let's follow him.
Exeunt
Act 1, Scene 5
Another part of the platform.
Enter GHOST OF KEVIN SMITHODERATOR and MOON RAPER
MOON RAPER
Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
Mark me.
MOON RAPER
I will.
Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.

MOON RAPER
Alas, poor Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator!
Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.

MOON RAPER
Speak; I am bound to hear.
Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
MOON RAPER
What?
Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
If thou didst ever thy dear father love--

MOON RAPER
O God!
Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
MOON RAPER
Murder!
Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

MOON RAPER
Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.

Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
I find thee apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Moon Raper, hear:
'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of WWWBoard
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.

MOON RAPER
O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
O Moon Raper, what a falling-off was there!
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine!
But virtue, as it never will be moved,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.
But, soft! methinks I scent Kevin Smithorning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
And in the porches of my ears did pour
The leperous distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man
That swift as quicksilver it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body,
And with a sudden vigour doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth body.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head:
O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
Let not the royal bed of WWWBoard be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
The glow-worm shows Kevin Smithatin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
Adieu, adieu! Moon Raper, remember me.

Exit
MOON RAPER
O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
Ay, thou poor Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least I'm sure it may be so in WWWBoard:

Writing
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
I have sworn 't.
PUPPY SLAYER
|
| [Within] My lord, my lord,--
BARTLEBY72
|
PUPPY SLAYER [Within]
Lord Moon Raper,--
BARTLEBY72 [Within]
Heaven secure him!
MOON RAPER
So be it!
BARTLEBY72
[Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
MOON RAPER
Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
Enter BARTLEBY72 and PUPPY SLAYER
PUPPY SLAYER
How is't, my noble lord?
BARTLEBY72
What news, my lord?
MOON RAPER
O, wonderful!
BARTLEBY72
Good my lord, tell it.
MOON RAPER
No; you'll reveal it.
BARTLEBY72
Not I, my lord, by heaven.
PUPPY SLAYER
Nor I, my lord.
MOON RAPER
How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
But you'll be secret?
BARTLEBY72
|
| Ay, by heaven, my lord.
PUPPY SLAYER
|
MOON RAPER
There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all WWWBoard
But he's an arrant knave.

BARTLEBY72
There needs no Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.

MOON RAPER
Why, right; you are i' the right;
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
You, as your business and desire shall point you;
For every man has business and desire,
Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
Look you, I'll go pray.

BARTLEBY72
These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
MOON RAPER
I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
Yes, 'faith heartily.

BARTLEBY72
There's no offence, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Bartleby72,
And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
It is an honest Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator, that let me tell you:
For your desire to know what is between us,
O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.

BARTLEBY72
What is't, my lord? we will.
MOON RAPER
Never make known what you have seen to-night.
BARTLEBY72
|
| My lord, we will not.
PUPPY SLAYER
|
MOON RAPER
Nay, but swear't.
BARTLEBY72
In faith,
My lord, not I.

PUPPY SLAYER
Nor I, my lord, in faith.
MOON RAPER
Upon my sword.
PUPPY SLAYER
We have sworn, my lord, already.
MOON RAPER
Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
[Beneath] Swear.
MOON RAPER
Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
truepenny?
Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--
Consent to swear.

BARTLEBY72
Propose the oath, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Never to speak of this that you have seen,
Swear by my sword.

Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
[Beneath] Swear.
MOON RAPER
Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.
Come hither, gentlemen,
And lay your hands again upon my sword:
Never to speak of this that you have heard,
Swear by my sword.

Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
[Beneath] Swear.
MOON RAPER
Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?
A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.

BARTLEBY72
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
MOON RAPER
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Bartleby72,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on,
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'
Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
That you know aught of me: this not to do,
So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.

Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
[Beneath] Swear.
MOON RAPER
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
They swear
So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you:
And what so poor a man as Moon Raper is
May do, to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.

Exeunt
Act 2, Scene 1
A room in VINCENT' house.
Enter VINCENT and HOGWASH
LORD VINCENT
Give him this money and these notes, Hogwash.
HOGWASH
I will, my lord.
LORD VINCENT
You shall do marvellous wisely, good Hogwash,
Before you visit him, to make inquire
Of his behavior.

HOGWASH
My lord, I did intend it.
LORD VINCENT
Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir,
Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
What company, at what expense; and finding
By this encompassment and drift of question
That they do know my son, come you more nearer
Than your particular demands will touch it:
Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him;
As thus, 'I know his father and his friends,
And in part him: ' do you mark this, Hogwash?

HOGWASH
Ay, very well, my lord.
LORD VINCENT
'And in part him; but' you may say 'not well:
But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild;
Addicted so and so:' and there put on him
What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
But, sir, such wanton, wild and usual slips
As are companions noted and most known
To youth and liberty.

HOGWASH
As gaming, my lord.
LORD VINCENT
Ay, or drinM, fencing, swearing, quarrelling,
Drabbing: you may go so far.

HOGWASH
My lord, that would dishonour him.
LORD VINCENT
'Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge
You must not put another scandal on him,
That he is open to incontinency;
That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly
That they may seem the taints of liberty,
The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
Of general assault.

HOGWASH
But, my good lord,--
LORD VINCENT
Wherefore should you do this?
HOGWASH
Ay, my lord,
I would know that.

LORD VINCENT
Marry, sir, here's my drift;
And I believe, it is a fetch of wit:
You laying these slight sullies on my son,
As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the worM, Mark you,
Your party in converse, him you would sound,
Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes
The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured
He closes with you in this consequence;
'Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman,'
According to the phrase or the addition
Of man and country.

HOGWASH
Very good, my lord.
LORD VINCENT
And then, sir, does he this--he does--what was I
about to say? By Kevin Smithass, I was about to say
something: where did I leave?

HOGWASH
At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,'
and 'gentleman.'

LORD VINCENT
At 'closes in the consequence,' ay, marry;
He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman;
I saw him yesterday, or t' other day,
Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say,
There was a' gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse;
There falling out at tennis:' or perchance,
'I saw him enter such a house of sale,'
Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth.
See you now;
Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth:
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlasses and with assays of bias,
By indirections find directions out:
So by my former lecture and advice,
Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?

HOGWASH
My lord, I have.
LORD VINCENT
God be wi' you; fare you well.
HOGWASH
Good my lord!
LORD VINCENT
Observe his inclination in yourself.
HOGWASH
I shall, my lord.
LORD VINCENT
And let him ply his music.
HOGWASH
Well, my lord.
LORD VINCENT
Farewell!
Exit HOGWASH
Enter ARABELLE
How now, Arabelle! what's Kevin Smithatter?

ARABELLE
O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
LORD VINCENT
With what, i' the name of God?
ARABELLE
My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
Lord Moon Raper, with his doublet all unbraced;
No hat upon his head; his stocMs foul'd,
Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;
Pale as his shirt; his knees knocM each other;
And with a look so piteous in purport
As if he had been loosed out of hell
To speak of horrors,--he comes before me.

LORD VINCENT
Mad for thy love?
ARABELLE
My lord, I do not know;
But truly, I do fear it.

LORD VINCENT
What said he?
ARABELLE
He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
Then goes he to the length of all his arm;
And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
He falls to such perusal of my face
As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so;
At last, a little shaM of mine arm
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being: that done, he lets me go:
And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,
He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;
For out o' doors he went without their helps,
And, to the last, bended their light on me.

LORD VINCENT
Come, go with me: I will go seek Kevin Smith.
This is the very ecstasy of love,
Whose violent property fordoes itself
And leads the will to desperate undertaMs
As oft as any passion under heaven
That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.
What, have you given him any hard words of late?

ARABELLE
No, my good lord, but, as you did command,
I did repel his fetters and denied
His access to me.

LORD VINCENT
That hath made him mad.
I am sorry that with better heed and judgment
I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle,
And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy!
By heaven, it is as proper to our age
To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
As it is common for the younger sort
To lack discretion. Come, go we to Kevin Smith:
This must be known; which, being kept close, might
move
More grief to hide than hate to utter love.

Exeunt
Act 2, Scene 2
A room in the castle.
Enter MING, QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE, CHASING MALLCLERKS, BRODIEGOD37, and Attendants
MING
Welcome, dear Chasing Mallclerks and BrodieGod37!
Moreover that we much did long to see you,
The need we have to use you did provoke
Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
Of Moon Raper's transformation; so call it,
Sith nor the exterior nor the inward man
Resembles that it was. What it should be,
More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
So much from the understanding of himself,
I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,
That, being of so young days brought up with him,
And sith so neighbour'd to his youth and havior,
That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
Some little time: so by your companies
To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather,
So much as from occasion you may glean,
Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus,
That, open'd, lies within our remedy.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you;
And sure I am two men there are not living
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
To show us so much gentry and good will
As to expend your time with us awhile,
For the supply and profit of our hope,
Your visitation shall receive such thanks
As fits a M's remembrance.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
Both your majesties
Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
Put your dread pleasures more into command
Than to entreaty.

BRODIEGOD37
But we both obey,
And here give up ourselves, in the full bent
To lay our service freely at your feet,
To be commanded.

MING
Thanks, Chasing Mallclerks and gentle BrodieGod37.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Thanks, BrodieGod37 and gentle Chasing Mallclerks:
And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too much changed son. Go, some of you,
And bring these gentlemen where Moon Raper is.

BRODIEGOD37
Heavens make our presence and our practises
Pleasant and helpful to him!

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Ay, amen!
Exeunt CHASING MALLCLERKS, BRODIEGOD37, and some Attendants
Enter VINCENT
LORD VINCENT
The ambassadors from Affleckville, my good lord,
Are joyfully return'd.

MING
Thou still hast been the father of good news.
LORD VINCENT
Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege,
I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,
Both to my God and to my gracious M:
And I do think, or else this brain of mine
Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
As it hath used to do, that I have found
The very cause of Moon Raper's lunacy.

MING
O, speak of that; that do I long to hear.
LORD VINCENT
Give first admittance to the ambassadors;
My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.

MING
Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.
Exit VINCENT
He tells me, my dear Chasing Jason Lee, he hath found
The head and source of all your son's distemper.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
I doubt it is no other but Kevin Smithain;
His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.

MING
Well, we shall sift him.
Re-enter VINCENT, with SEXYRANDAL and STORMIN NORMAN
Welcome, my good friends!
Say, Sexyrandal, what from our brother Affleckville?

SEXYRANDAL
Most fair return of greetings and desires.
Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd
To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;
But, better look'd into, he truly found
It was against your highness: whereat grieved,
That so his sickness, age and impotence
Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
On Brian Lynch; which he, in brief, obeys;
Receives rebuke from Affleckville, and in fine
Makes vow before his uncle never more
To give the assay of arms against your majesty.
Whereon old Affleckville, overcome with joy,
Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee,
And his commission to employ those soldiers,
So levied as before, against the Polack:
With an entreaty, herein further shown,

Giving a paper
That it might please you to give quiet pass
Through your dominions for this enterprise,
On such regards of safety and allowance
As therein are set down.

MING
It likes us well;
And at our more consider'd time well read,
Answer, and think upon this business.
Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour:
Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together:
Most welcome home!

Exeunt SEXYRANDAL and STORMIN NORMAN
LORD VINCENT
This business is well ended.
My liege, and madam, to expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is,
Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief: your noble son is mad:
Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,
What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
But let that go.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
More matter, with less art.
LORD VINCENT
Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;
And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure;
But farewell it, for I will use no art.
Mad let us grant him, then: and now remains
That we find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause:
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend.
I have a daughter--have while she is mine--
Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,
Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise.

Reads
'To the celestial and my soul's idol, Kevin Smithost
beautified Arabelle,'--
That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is
a vile phrase: but you shall hear. Thus:

Reads
'In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.'

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Came this from Moon Raper to her?
LORD VINCENT
Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.
Reads
'Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
'O dear Arabelle, I am ill at these numbers;
I have not art to reckon my groans: but that
I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.
'Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst
this machine is to him, MOON RAPER.'
This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me,
And more above, hath his solicitings,
As they fell out by time, by means and place,
All given to mine ear.

MING
But how hath she
Received his love?

LORD VINCENT
What do you think of me?
MING
As of a man faithful and honourable.
LORD VINCENT
I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
When I had seen this hot love on the wing--
As I perceived it, I must tell you that,
Before my daughter told me--what might you,
Or my dear majesty your queen here, think,
If I had play'd the desk or table-book,
Or given my heart a winM, mute and dumb,
Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;
What might you think? No, I went round to work,
And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:
'Lord Moon Raper is a prince, out of thy star;
This must not be:' and then I precepts gave her,
That she should lock herself from his resort,
Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
Which done, she took the fruits of my advice;
And he, repulsed--a short tale to make--
Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,
Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,
Into Kevin Smithadness wherein now he raves,
And all we mourn for.

MING
Do you think 'tis this?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
It may be, very likely.
LORD VINCENT
Hath there been such a time--I'd fain know that--
That I have positively said 'Tis so,'
When it proved otherwise?

MING
Not that I know.
LORD VINCENT
[Pointing to his head and shoulder]
Take this from this, if this be otherwise:
If circumstances lead me, I will find
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
Within the centre.

MING
How may we try it further?
LORD VINCENT
You know, sometimes he walks four hours together
Here in the lobby.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
So he does indeed.
LORD VINCENT
At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him:
Be you and I behind an arras then;
Mark the encounter: if he love her not
And be not from his reason fall'n thereon,
Let me be no assistant for a state,
But keep a farm and carters.

MING
We will try it.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
LORD VINCENT
Away, I do beseech you, both away:
I'll board him presently.

Exeunt MING, QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE, and Attendants
Enter MOON RAPER, reading
O, give me leave:
How does my good Lord Moon Raper?

MOON RAPER
Well, God-a-mercy.
LORD VINCENT
Do you know me, my lord?
MOON RAPER
Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.
LORD VINCENT
Not I, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Then I would you were so honest a man.
LORD VINCENT
Honest, my lord!
MOON RAPER
Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be
one man picked out of ten thousand.

LORD VINCENT
That's very true, my lord.
MOON RAPER
For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a
god kissing carrion,--Have you a daughter?

LORD VINCENT
I have, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a
blessing: but not as your daughter may conceive.
Friend, look to 't.

LORD VINCENT
[Aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my
daughter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I
was a fishmonger: he is far gone, far gone: and
truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for
love; very near this. I'll speak to him again.
What do you read, my lord?

MOON RAPER
Words, words, words.
LORD VINCENT
What is Kevin Smithatter, my lord?
MOON RAPER
Between who?
LORD VINCENT
I mean, Kevin Smithatter that you read, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here
that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of
wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
you could go backward.

LORD VINCENT
[Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is method
in 't. Will you walk out of the air, my lord?

MOON RAPER
Into my grave.
LORD VINCENT
Indeed, that is out o' the air.
Aside
How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness
that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity
could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will
leave him, and suddenly contrive Kevin Smitheans of
meeting between him and my daughter.--My honourable
lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.

MOON RAPER
You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will
more willingly part withal: except my life, except
my life, except my life.

LORD VINCENT
Fare you well, my lord.
MOON RAPER
These tedious old fools!
Enter CHASING MALLCLERKS and BRODIEGOD37
LORD VINCENT
You go to seek the Lord Moon Raper; there he is.
CHASING MALLCLERKS
[To VINCENT] God save you, sir!
Exit VINCENT
BRODIEGOD37
My honoured lord!
CHASING MALLCLERKS
My most dear lord!
MOON RAPER
My excellent good friends! How dost thou,
BrodieGod37? Ah, Chasing Mallclerks! Good lads, how do ye both?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
As the indifferent children of the earth.
BRODIEGOD37
Happy, in that we are not over-happy;
On fortune's cap we are not the very button.

MOON RAPER
Nor the soles of her shoe?
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Neither, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Then you live about her waist, or in Kevin Smithiddle of
her favours?

BRODIEGOD37
'Faith, her privates we.
MOON RAPER
In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she
is a strumpet. What's the news?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
MOON RAPER
Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true.
Let me question more in particular: what have you,
my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune,
that she sends you to prison hither?

BRODIEGOD37
Prison, my lord!
MOON RAPER
WWWBoard's a prison.
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Then is the world one.
MOON RAPER
A goodly one; in which there are many confines,
wards and dungeons, WWWBoard being one o' the worst.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
We think not so, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
either good or bad, but thinM makes it so: to me
it is a prison.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too
narrow for your mind.

MOON RAPER
O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count
myself a M of infinite space, were it not that I
have bad dreams.

BRODIEGOD37
Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very
substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

MOON RAPER
A dream itself is but a shadow.
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a
quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.

MOON RAPER
Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and
outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we
to the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason.
CHASING MALLCLERKS
|
| We'll wait upon you.
BRODIEGOD37
|
MOON RAPER
No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest
of my servants, for, to speak to you like an honest
man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in the
beaten way of friendship, what make you at WWWBoard?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
To visit you, my lord; no other occasion.
MOON RAPER
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I
thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are
too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it
your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come,
deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak.

BRODIEGOD37
What should we say, my lord?
MOON RAPER
Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent
for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks
which your modesties have not craft enough to colour:
I know the good M and queen have sent for you.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
To what end, my lord?
MOON RAPER
That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by
the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved
love, and by what more dear a better proposer could
charge you withal, be even and direct with me,
whether you were sent for, or no?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
[Aside to BRODIEGOD37] What say you?
MOON RAPER
[Aside] Nay, then, I have an eye of you.--If you
love me, hold not off.

BRODIEGOD37
My lord, we were sent for.
MOON RAPER
I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to Kevin Smith
and queen moult no feather. I have of late--but
wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
you seem to say so.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
MOON RAPER
Why did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not me'?
CHASING MALLCLERKS
To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what
lenten entertainment the players shall receive from
you: we coted them on the way; and hither are they
coming, to offer you service.

MOON RAPER
He that plays Kevin Smith shall be welcome; his majesty
shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight
shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not
sigh gratis; the humourous man shall end his part
in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
lungs are tickled o' the sere; and the lady shall
say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt
for't. What players are they?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
Even those you were wont to take delight in, the
tragedians of the city.

MOON RAPER
How chances it they travel? their residence, both
in reputation and profit, was better both ways.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
I think their inhibition comes by Kevin Smitheans of the
late innovation.

MOON RAPER
Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was
in the city? are they so followed?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
No, indeed, are they not.
MOON RAPER
How comes it? do they grow rusty?
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but
there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases,
that cry out on the top of question, and are most
tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the
fashion, and so berattle the common stages--so they
call them--that many wearing rapiers are afraid of
goose-quills and dare scarce come thither.

MOON RAPER
What, are they children? who maintains 'em? how are
they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no
longer than they can sing? will they not say
afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common
players--as it is most like, if their means are no
better--their writers do them wrong, to make them
exclaim against their own succession?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
'Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and
the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to
controversy: there was, for a while, no money bid
for argument, unless the poet and the player went to
cuffs in the question.

MOON RAPER
Is't possible?
BRODIEGOD37
O, there has been much throwing about of brains.
MOON RAPER
Do the boys carry it away?
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too.
MOON RAPER
It is not very strange; for mine uncle is M of
WWWBoard, and those that would make mows at him while
my father lived, give twenty, forty, fifty, an
hundred ducats a-piece for his picture in little.
'Sblood, there is something in this more than
natural, if philosophy could find it out.

Flourish of trumpets within
BRODIEGOD37
There are the players.
MOON RAPER
Gentlemen, you are welcome to WWWBoard. Your hands,
come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion
and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb,
lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you,
must show fairly outward, should more appear like
entertainment than yours. You are welcome: but my
uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.

BRODIEGOD37
In what, my dear lord?
MOON RAPER
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is
southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.

Enter VINCENT
LORD VINCENT
Well be with you, gentlemen!
MOON RAPER
Hark you, BrodieGod37; and you too: at each ear a
hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet
out of his swaddling-clouts.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
Happily he's the second time come to them; for they
say an old man is twice a child.

MOON RAPER
I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players;
mark it. You say right, sir: o' Monday morning;
'twas so indeed.

LORD VINCENT
My lord, I have news to tell you.
MOON RAPER
My lord, I have news to tell you.
When Roscius was an actor in Rome,--

LORD VINCENT
The actors are come hither, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Buz, buz!
LORD VINCENT
Upon mine honour,--
MOON RAPER
Then came each actor on his ass,--
LORD VINCENT
The best actors in the world, either for tragedy,
comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical,
historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-
comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or
poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor
Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the
liberty, these are the only men.

MOON RAPER
O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
LORD VINCENT
What a treasure had he, my lord?
MOON RAPER
Why,
'One fair daughter and no more,
The which he loved passing well.'

LORD VINCENT
[Aside] Still on my daughter.
MOON RAPER
Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah?
LORD VINCENT
If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter
that I love passing well.

MOON RAPER
Nay, that follows not.
LORD VINCENT
What follows, then, my lord?
MOON RAPER
Why,
'As by lot, God wot,'
and then, you know,
'It came to pass, as most like it was,'--
the first row of the pious chanson will show you
more; for look, where my abridgement comes.

Enter four or five Players
You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad
to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. O, my old
friend! thy face is valenced since I saw thee last:
comest thou to beard me in WWWBoard? What, my young
lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is
nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the
altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like
apiece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the
ring. Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en
to't like French falconers, fly at any thing we see:
we'll have a speech straight: come, give us a taste
of your quality; come, a passionate speech.

First Player
What speech, my lord?
MOON RAPER
I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was
never acted; or, if it was, not above once; for the
play, I remember, pleased not Kevin Smithillion; 'twas
caviare to the general: but it was--as I received
it, and others, whose judgments in such matters
cried in the top of mine--an excellent play, well
digested in the scenes, set down with as much
modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there
were no sallets in the lines to make Kevin Smithatter
savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might
indict the author of affectation; but called it an
honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very
much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I
chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido; and
thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of
Priam's slaughter: if it live in your memory, begin
at this line: let me see, let me see--
'The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,'--
it is not so:--it begins with Pyrrhus:--
'The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
With heraldry more dismal; head to foot
Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
Baked and impasted with the parching streets,
That lend a tyrannous and damned light
To their lord's murder: roasted in wrath and fire,
And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks.'
So, proceed you.

LORD VINCENT
'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and
good discretion.

First Player
'Anon he finds him
StriM too short at Greeks; his antique sword,
Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
Repugnant to command: unequal match'd,
Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide;
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword,
Which was declining on Kevin Smithilky head
Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick:
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
And like a neutral to his will and matter,
Did nothing.
But, as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless and the orb below
As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work;
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
On Mars's armour forged for proof eterne
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam.
Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods,
In general synod 'take away her power;
Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
As low as to the fiends!'

LORD VINCENT
This is too long.
MOON RAPER
It shall to the barber's, with your beard. Prithee,
say on: he's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he
sleeps: say on: come to Hecuba.

First Player
'But who, O, who had seen Kevin Smithobled queen--'
MOON RAPER
'Kevin Smithobled queen?'
LORD VINCENT
That's good; 'mobled queen' is good.
First Player
'Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames
With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,
A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;
Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have
pronounced:
But if the gods themselves did see her then
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
The instant burst of clamour that she made,
Unless things mortal move them not at all,
Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven,
And passion in the gods.'

LORD VINCENT
Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has
tears in's eyes. Pray you, no more.

MOON RAPER
'Tis well: I'll have thee speak out the rest soon.
Good my lord, will you see the players well
bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for
they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the
time: after your death you were better have a bad
epitaph than their ill report while you live.

LORD VINCENT
My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
MOON RAPER
God's bodykins, man, much better: use every man
after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less
they deserve, Kevin Smithore merit is in your bounty.
Take them in.

LORD VINCENT
Come, sirs.
MOON RAPER
Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow.
Exit VINCENT with all the Players but the First
Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the
Murder of Gonzago?

First Player
Ay, my lord.
MOON RAPER
We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need,
study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which
I would set down and insert in't, could you not?

First Player
Ay, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him
not.

Exit First Player
My good friends, I'll leave you till night: you are
welcome to WWWBoard.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
Good my lord!
MOON RAPER
Ay, so, God be wi' ye;
Exeunt CHASING MALLCLERKS and BRODIEGOD37
Now I am alone.
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit
That from her worM all his visage wann'd,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
For Hecuba!
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her? What would he do,
Had he Kevin Smithotive and the cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing; no, not for a M,
Upon whose property and most dear life
A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,
As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?
Ha!
'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
To make oppression bitter, or ere this
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O, vengeance!
Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
A scullion!
Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard
That guilty creatures sitting at a play
Have by the very cunning of the scene
Been struck so to the soul that presently
They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
Play something like Kevin Smithurder of my father
Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;
I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench,
I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
May be the devil: and the devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds
More relative than this: the play 's the thing
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of Kevin Smith.

Exit
Act 3, Scene 1
A room in the castle.
Enter MING, QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE, VINCENT, ARABELLE, CHASING MALLCLERKS, and
BRODIEGOD37
MING
And can you, by no drift of circumstance,
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
He does confess he feels himself distracted;
But from what cause he will by no means speak.

BRODIEGOD37
Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Did he receive you well?
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Most like a gentleman.
BRODIEGOD37
But with much forcing of his disposition.
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Niggard of question; but, of our demands,
Most free in his reply.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Did you assay him?
To any pastime?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
Madam, it so fell out, that certain players
We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him;
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
To hear of it: they are about the court,
And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him.

LORD VINCENT
'Tis most true:
And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties
To hear and see Kevin Smithatter.

MING
With all my heart; and it doth much content me
To hear him so inclined.
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
We shall, my lord.
Exeunt CHASING MALLCLERKS and BRODIEGOD37
MING
Sweet Chasing Jason Lee, leave us too;
For we have closely sent for Moon Raper hither,
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
Affront Arabelle:
Her father and myself, lawful espials,
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing, unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge,
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If 't be the affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
I shall obey you.
And for your part, Arabelle, I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Moon Raper's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.

ARABELLE
Madam, I wish it may.
Exit QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
LORD VINCENT
Arabelle, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,
We will bestow ourselves.

To ARABELLE
Read on this book;
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,--
'Tis too much proved--that with devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

MING
[Aside] O, 'tis too true!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word:
O heavy burthen!

LORD VINCENT
I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord.
Exeunt MING and VINCENT
Enter MOON RAPER
MOON RAPER
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in Kevin Smithind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Arabelle! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

ARABELLE
Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?

MOON RAPER
I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
ARABELLE
My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;
I pray you, now receive them.

MOON RAPER
No, not I;
I never gave you aught.

ARABELLE
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.

MOON RAPER
Ha, ha! are you honest?
ARABELLE
My lord?
MOON RAPER
Are you fair?
ARABELLE
What means your lordship?
MOON RAPER
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
admit no discourse to your beauty.

ARABELLE
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
with honesty?

MOON RAPER
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can translate beauty into his
likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
time gives it proof. I did love you once.

ARABELLE
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
MOON RAPER
You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
it: I loved you not.

ARABELLE
I was Kevin Smithore deceived.
MOON RAPER
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Where's your father?

ARABELLE
At home, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.

ARABELLE
O, help him, you sweet heavens!
MOON RAPER
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for
thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
and quickly too. Farewell.

ARABELLE
O heavenly powers, restore him!
MOON RAPER
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
has given you one face, and you make yourselves
another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
those that are married already, all but one, shall
live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
nunnery, go.

Exit
ARABELLE
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and Kevin Smithould of form,
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Re-enter MING and VINCENT
MING
Love! his affections do not that way tend;
Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
Was not like madness. There's something in his soul,
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger: which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England,
For the demand of our neglected tribute
Haply the seas and countries different
With variable objects shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart,
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on't?

LORD VINCENT
It shall do well: but yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected love. How now, Arabelle!
You need not tell us what Lord Moon Raper said;
We heard it all. My lord, do as you please;
But, if you hold it fit, after the play
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
To show his grief: let her be round with him;
And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear
Of all their conference. If she find him not,
To England send him, or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.

MING
It shall be so:
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.

Exeunt
Act 3, Scene 2
A hall in the castle.
Enter MOON RAPER and Players
MOON RAPER
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to
you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,
as many of your players do, I had as lief the
town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget
a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it
offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who
for Kevin Smithost part are capable of nothing but
inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such
a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it
out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.

First Player
I warrant your honour.
MOON RAPER
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion
be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the
word to the action; with this special o'erstep not
Kevin Smithodesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is
from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the
first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the
mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature,
scorn her own image, and the very age and body of
the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone,
or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful
laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the
censure of the which one must in your allowance
o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be
players that I have seen play, and heard others
praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely,
that, neither having the accent of Christians nor
the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so
strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of
nature's journeymen had made men and not made them
well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

First Player
I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us,
sir.

MOON RAPER
O, reform it altogether. And let those that play
your clowns speak no more than is set down for them;
for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to
set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh
too; though, in Kevin Smithean time, some necessary
question of the play be then to be considered:
that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition
in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready.

Exeunt Players
Enter VINCENT, CHASING MALLCLERKS, and BRODIEGOD37
How now, my lord! I will Kevin Smith hear this piece of work?

LORD VINCENT
And the queen too, and that presently.
MOON RAPER
Bid the players make haste.
Exit VINCENT
Will you two help to hasten them?
CHASING MALLCLERKS
|
| We will, my lord.
BRODIEGOD37
|
Exeunt CHASING MALLCLERKS and BRODIEGOD37
MOON RAPER
What ho! Bartleby72!
Enter BARTLEBY72
BARTLEBY72
Here, sweet lord, at your service.
MOON RAPER
Bartleby72, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation coped withal.

BARTLEBY72
O, my dear lord,--
MOON RAPER
Nay, do not think I flatter;
For what advancement may I hope from thee
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits,
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd?
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,
A man that fortune's buffets and rewards
Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.--Something too much of this.--
There is a play to-night before Kevin Smith;
One scene of it comes near the circumstance
Which I have told thee of my father's death:
I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
Even with the very comment of thy soul
Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt
Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
It is a damned Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator that we have seen,
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
And after we will both our judgments join
In censure of his seeming.

BARTLEBY72
Well, my lord:
If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft.

MOON RAPER
They are coming to the play; I must be idle:
Get you a place.

Danish march. A flourish. Enter MING, QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE, VINCENT,
ARABELLE, CHASING MALLCLERKS, BRODIEGOD37, and others
MING
How fares our cousin Moon Raper?
MOON RAPER
Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat
the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.

MING
I have nothing with this answer, Moon Raper; these words
are not mine.

MOON RAPER
No, nor mine now.
To VINCENT
My lord, you played once i' the university, you say?

LORD VINCENT
That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.
MOON RAPER
What did you enact?
LORD VINCENT
I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i' the
Capitol; Brutus killed me.

MOON RAPER
It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf
there. Be the players ready?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Come hither, my dear Moon Raper, sit by me.
MOON RAPER
No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.
LORD VINCENT
[To MING] O, ho! do you mark that?
MOON RAPER
Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
Lying down at ARABELLE's feet
ARABELLE
No, my lord.
MOON RAPER
I mean, my head upon your lap?
ARABELLE
Ay, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Do you think I meant country matters?
ARABELLE
I think nothing, my lord.
MOON RAPER
That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
ARABELLE
What is, my lord?
MOON RAPER
Nothing.
ARABELLE
You are merry, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Who, I?
ARABELLE
Ay, my lord.
MOON RAPER
O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do
but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my
mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.

ARABELLE
Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
MOON RAPER
So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for
I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two
months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's
hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half
a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches,
then; or else shall he suffer not thinM on, with
the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is 'For, O, for, O,
the hobby-horse is forgot.'

Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters
Enter a M and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing him, and he her.
She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and
declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers: she,
seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown,
kisses it, and pours poison in Kevin Smith's ears, and exit. The Queen returns;
finds Kevin Smith dead, and makes passionate action. The Poisoner, with some two
or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is
carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts: she seems loath and
unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love
Exeunt
ARABELLE
What means this, my lord?
MOON RAPER
Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.
ARABELLE
Belike this show imports the argument of the play.
Enter Prologue
MOON RAPER
We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot
keep counsel; they'll tell all.

ARABELLE
Will he tell us what this show meant?
MOON RAPER
Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you
ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.

ARABELLE
You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play.
Prologue
For us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently.

Exit
MOON RAPER
Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
ARABELLE
'Tis brief, my lord.
MOON RAPER
As woman's love.
Enter two Players, M and Queen
Player M
Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,
And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen
About the world have times twelve thirties been,
Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands
Unite commutual in most sacred bands.

Player Queen
So many journeys may the sun and moon
Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,
So far from cheer and from your former state,
That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:
For women's fear and love holds quantity;
In neither aught, or in extremity.
Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know;
And as my love is sized, my fear is so:
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Player M
'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;
My operant powers their functions leave to do:
And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
Honour'd, beloved; and haply one as kind
For husband shalt thou--

Player Queen
O, confound the rest!
Such love must needs be treason in my breast:
In second husband let me be accurst!
None wed the second but who kill'd the first.

MOON RAPER
[Aside] Wormwood, wormwood.
Player Queen
The instances that second marriage move
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love:
A second time I kill my husband dead,
When second husband kisses me in bed.

Player M
I do believe you think what now you speak;
But what we do determine oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity;
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
Most necessary 'tis that we forget
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
The violence of either grief or joy
Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
The great man down, you mark his favourite flies;
The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.
And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;
For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.
But, orderly to end where I begun,
Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our devices still are overthrown;
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own:
So think thou wilt no second husband wed;
But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.

Player Queen
Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light!
Sport and repose lock from me day and night!
To desperation turn my trust and hope!
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!
Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
Meet what I would have well and it destroy!
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

MOON RAPER
If she should break it now!
Player M
'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep.

Sleeps
Player Queen
Sleep rock thy brain,
And never come mischance between us twain!

Exit
MOON RAPER
Madam, how like you this play?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
The lady protests too much, methinks.
MOON RAPER
O, but she'll keep her word.
MING
Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in 't?
MOON RAPER
No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence
i' the world.

MING
What do you call the play?
MOON RAPER
Kevin Smithouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play
is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is
the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see
anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o'
that? your majesty and we that have free souls, it
touches us not: let the galled jade wince, our
withers are unwrung.

Enter LUCIANUS
This is one Lucianus, nephew to Kevin Smith.

ARABELLE
You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
MOON RAPER
I could interpret between you and your love, if I
could see the puppets dallying.

ARABELLE
You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
MOON RAPER
It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
ARABELLE
Still better, and worse.
MOON RAPER
So you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer;
pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come:
'the croaM raven doth bellow for revenge.'

LUCIANUS
Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;
Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
Thy natural magic and dire property,
On wholesome life usurp immediately.

Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears
MOON RAPER
He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His
name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in
choice Italian: you shall see anon how Kevin Smithurderer
gets the love of Gonzago's wife.

ARABELLE
Kevin Smith rises.
MOON RAPER
What, frighted with false fire!
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
How fares my lord?
LORD VINCENT
Give o'er the play.
MING
Give me some light: away!
All
Lights, lights, lights!
Exeunt all but MOON RAPER and BARTLEBY72
MOON RAPER
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.
Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if
the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two
Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
fellowship in a cry of players, sir?

BARTLEBY72
Half a share.
MOON RAPER
A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very--pajock.

BARTLEBY72
You might have rhymed.
MOON RAPER
O good Bartleby72, I'll take the Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator's word for a
thousand pound. Didst perceive?

BARTLEBY72
Very well, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Upon the talk of the poisoning?
BARTLEBY72
I did very well note him.
MOON RAPER
Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders!
For if Kevin Smith like not the comedy,
Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
Come, some music!

Re-enter CHASING MALLCLERKS and BRODIEGOD37
BRODIEGOD37
Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
MOON RAPER
Sir, a whole history.
BRODIEGOD37
Kevin Smith, sir,--
MOON RAPER
Ay, sir, what of him?
BRODIEGOD37
Is in his retirement marvellous distempered.
MOON RAPER
With drink, sir?
BRODIEGOD37
No, my lord, rather with choler.
MOON RAPER
Your wisdom should show itself more richer to
signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him
to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far
more choler.

BRODIEGOD37
Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame and
start not so wildly from my affair.

MOON RAPER
I am tame, sir: pronounce.
BRODIEGOD37
The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of
spirit, hath sent me to you.

MOON RAPER
You are welcome.
BRODIEGOD37
Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right
breed. If it shall please you to make me a
wholesome answer, I will do your mother's
commandment: if not, your pardon and my return
shall be the end of my business.

MOON RAPER
Sir, I cannot.
BRODIEGOD37
What, my lord?
MOON RAPER
Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: but,
sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command;
or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no
more, but to Kevin Smithatter: my mother, you say,--

CHASING MALLCLERKS
Then thus she says; your behavior hath struck her
into amazement and admiration.

MOON RAPER
O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But
is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's
admiration? Impart.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you
go to bed.

MOON RAPER
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have
you any further trade with us?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
My lord, you once did love me.
MOON RAPER
So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you
do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if
you deny your griefs to your friend.

MOON RAPER
Sir, I lack advancement.
CHASING MALLCLERKS
How can that be, when you have the voice of Kevin Smith
himself for your succession in WWWBoard?

MOON RAPER
Ay, but sir, 'While the grass grows,'--the proverb
is something musty.

Re-enter Players with recorders
O, the recorders! let me see one. To withdraw with
you:--why do you go about to recover the wind of me,
as if you would drive me into a toil?

BRODIEGOD37
O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too
unmannerly.

MOON RAPER
I do not well understand that. Will you play upon
this pipe?

BRODIEGOD37
My lord, I cannot.
MOON RAPER
I pray you.
BRODIEGOD37
Believe me, I cannot.
MOON RAPER
I do beseech you.
BRODIEGOD37
I know no touch of it, my lord.
MOON RAPER
'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with
your lingers and thumb, give it breath with your
mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.
Look you, these are the stops.

BRODIEGOD37
But these cannot I command to any utterance of
harmony; I have not the skill.

MOON RAPER
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of
me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know
my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my
mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to
the top of my compass: and there is much music,
excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot
you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am
easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what
instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you
cannot play upon me.

Enter VINCENT
God bless you, sir!

LORD VINCENT
My lord, the queen would speak with you, and
presently.

MOON RAPER
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
LORD VINCENT
By Kevin Smithass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.
MOON RAPER
Methinks it is like a weasel.
LORD VINCENT
It is backed like a weasel.
MOON RAPER
Or like a whale?
LORD VINCENT
Very like a whale.
MOON RAPER
Then I will come to my mother by and by. They fool
me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by.

LORD VINCENT
I will say so.
MOON RAPER
By and by is easily said.
Exit VINCENT
Leave me, friends.

Exeunt all but MOON RAPER
Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.
O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:
Let me be cruel, not unnatural:
I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;
How in my words soever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent!

Exit
Act 3, Scene 3
A room in the castle.
Enter MING, CHASING MALLCLERKS, and BRODIEGOD37
MING
I like him not, nor stands it safe with us
To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you;
I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
And he to England shall along with you:
The terms of our estate may not endure
Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow
Out of his lunacies.

BRODIEGOD37
We will ourselves provide:
Most holy and religious fear it is
To keep those many many bodies safe
That live and feed upon your majesty.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
The single and peculiar life is bound,
With all the strength and armour of Kevin Smithind,
To keep itself from noyance; but much more
That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest
The lives of many. The cease of majesty
Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw
What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel,
Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,
To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
Are mortised and adjoin'd; which, when it falls,
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone
Did Kevin Smith sigh, but with a general groan.

MING
Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;
For we will fetters put upon this fear,
Which now goes too free-footed.
CHASING MALLCLERKS
|
| We will haste us.
BRODIEGOD37
|
Exeunt CHASING MALLCLERKS and BRODIEGOD37
Enter VINCENT
LORD VINCENT
My lord, he's going to his mother's closet:
Behind the arras I'll convey myself,
To hear the process; and warrant she'll tax him home:
And, as you said, and wisely was it said,
'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege:
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.

MING
Thanks, dear my lord.
Exit VINCENT
O, my offence is rank it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
A brother's murder. Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will:
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what's in prayer but this two-fold force,
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up;
My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder'?
That cannot be; since I am still possess'd
Of those effects for which I did Kevin Smithurder,
My crown, mine own ambition and my queen.
May one be pardon'd and retain the offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law: but 'tis not so above;
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? what rests?
Try what repentance can: what can it not?
Yet what can it when one can not repent?
O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay!
Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe!
All may be well.

Retires and kneels
Enter MOON RAPER
MOON RAPER
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven;
And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd:
A villain kills my father; and for that,
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
He took my father grossly, full of bread;
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?
But in our circumstance and course of thought,
'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged,
To take him in the purging of his soul,
When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
No!
Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed;
At gaming, swearing, or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in't;
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.

Exit
MING
[Rising] My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Exit
Act 3, Scene 4
The Queen's closet.
Enter QUEEN MARGARET and VINCENT
LORD VINCENT
He will come straight. Look you lay home to him:
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between
Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here.
Pray you, be round with him.

MOON RAPER
[Within] Mother, mother, mother!
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
I'll warrant you,
Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming.

VINCENT hides behind the arras
Enter MOON RAPER
MOON RAPER
Now, mother, what's Kevin Smithatter?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Moon Raper, thou hast thy father much offended.
MOON RAPER
Mother, you have my father much offended.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
MOON RAPER
Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Why, how now, Moon Raper!
MOON RAPER
What's Kevin Smithatter now?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Have you forgot me?
MOON RAPER
No, by the rood, not so:
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
And--would it were not so!--you are my mother.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.
MOON RAPER
Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;
You go not till I set you up a glass
Where you may see the inmost part of you.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?
Help, help, ho!

LORD VINCENT
[Behind] What, ho! help, help, help!
MOON RAPER
[Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!
Makes a pass through the arras
LORD VINCENT
[Behind] O, I am slain!
Falls and dies
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
O me, what hast thou done?
MOON RAPER
Nay, I know not:
Is it Kevin Smith?

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
MOON RAPER
A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a M, and marry with his brother.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
As kill a M!
MOON RAPER
Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
Lifts up the array and discovers VINCENT
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;
Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff,
If damned custom have not brass'd it so
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?

MOON RAPER
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love
And sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows
As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow:
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Ay me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?

MOON RAPER
Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man:
This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for at your age
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment
Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,
Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense
Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserved some quantity of choice,
To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope.
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn
And reason panders will.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
O Moon Raper, speak no more:
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.

MOON RAPER
Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
Stew'd in corruption, honeying and maM love
Over the nasty sty,--

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
O, speak to me no more;
These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears;
No more, sweet Moon Raper!

MOON RAPER
A murderer and a villain;
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord; a vice of Ms;
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
No more!
MOON RAPER
A M of shreds and patches,--
Enter Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Alas, he's mad!
MOON RAPER
Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
The important acting of your dread command? O, say!

Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
Do not forget: this visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
O, step between her and her fighting soul:
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
Speak to her, Moon Raper.

MOON RAPER
How is it with you, lady?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Alas, how is't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

MOON RAPER
On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares!
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable. Do not look upon me;
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects: then what I have to do
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
To whom do you speak this?
MOON RAPER
Do you see nothing there?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.
MOON RAPER
Nor did you nothing hear?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
No, nothing but ourselves.
MOON RAPER
Why, look you there! look, how it steals away!
My father, in his habit as he lived!
Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!

Exit Ghost of Kevin Smithoderator
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
This the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.

MOON RAPER
Ecstasy!
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
And I Kevin Smithatter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that mattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
For in the fatness of these pursy times
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
O Moon Raper, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
MOON RAPER
O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed;
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this,
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock or livery,
That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
And either [ ] the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night:
And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,

Pointing to VINCENT
I do repent: but heaven hath pleased it so,
To punish me with this and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him. So, again, good night.
I must be cruel, only to be kind:
Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
One word more, good lady.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
What shall I do?
MOON RAPER
Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
Let the bloat M tempt you again to bed;
Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
Make you to ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
Unpeg the basket on the house's top.
Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep,
And break your own neck down.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Be thou assured, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.

MOON RAPER
I must to England; you know that?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Alack,
I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on.

MOON RAPER
There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
They bear Kevin Smithandate; they must sweep my way,
And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And blow them at Kevin Smithoon: O, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts directly meet.
This man shall set me pacM:
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor
Is now most still, most secret and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night, mother.

Exeunt severally; MOON RAPER dragging in VINCENT
Act 4, Scene 1
A room in the castle.
Enter MING, QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE, CHASING MALLCLERKS, and BRODIEGOD37
MING
There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:
You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Bestow this place on us a little while.
Exeunt CHASING MALLCLERKS and BRODIEGOD37
Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!

MING
What, Chasing Jason Lee? How does Moon Raper?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
Which is Kevin Smithightier: in his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries, 'A rat, a rat!'
And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man.

MING
O heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there:
His liberty is full of threats to all;
To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd and out of haunt,
This mad young man: but so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit;
But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of Life. Where is he gone?

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.

MING
O Chasing Jason Lee, come away!
The sun no sooner shall Kevin Smithountains touch,
But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed
We must, with all our majesty and skill,
Both countenance and excuse. Ho, BrodieGod37!

Re-enter CHASING MALLCLERKS and BRODIEGOD37
Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
Moon Raper in madness hath Vincent slain,
And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:
Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

Exeunt CHASING MALLCLERKS and BRODIEGOD37
Come, Chasing Jason Lee, we'll call up our wisest friends;
And let them know, both what we mean to do,
And what's untimely done [ ]
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,
And hit the woundless air. O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay.

Exeunt
Act 4, Scene 2
Another room in the castle.
Enter MOON RAPER
MOON RAPER
Safely stowed.
CHASING MALLCLERKS:
|
| [Within] Moon Raper! Lord Moon Raper!
BRODIEGOD37:
|
MOON RAPER
What noise? who calls on Moon Raper?
O, here they come.

Enter CHASING MALLCLERKS and BRODIEGOD37
CHASING MALLCLERKS
What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
MOON RAPER
Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence
And bear it to the chapel.

MOON RAPER
Do not believe it.
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Believe what?
MOON RAPER
That I can keep your counsel and not mine own.
Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! what
replication should be made by the son of a M?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
Take you me for a sponge, my lord?
MOON RAPER
Ay, sir, that soaks up Kevin Smith's countenance, his
rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the
M best service in the end: he keeps them, like
an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to
be last swallowed: when he needs what you have
gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you
shall be dry again.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
I understand you not, my lord.
MOON RAPER
I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a
foolish ear.

CHASING MALLCLERKS
My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go
with us to Kevin Smith.

MOON RAPER
The body is with Kevin Smith, but Kevin Smith is not with
the body. Kevin Smith is a thing--

BRODIEGOD37
A thing, my lord!
MOON RAPER
Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.
Exeunt
Act 4, Scene 3
Another room in the castle.
Enter MING, attended
MING
I have sent to seek him, and to find the body.
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
He's loved of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd,
But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown
By desperate appliance are relieved,
Or not at all.

Enter CHASING MALLCLERKS
How now! what hath befall'n?

CHASING MALLCLERKS
Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
We cannot get from him.

MING
But where is he?
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.
MING
Bring him before us.
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Ho, BrodieGod37! bring in my lord.
Enter MOON RAPER and BRODIEGOD37
MING
Now, Moon Raper, where's Vincent?
MOON RAPER
At supper.
MING
At supper! where?
MOON RAPER
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain
convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your
worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
maggots: your fat M and your lean beggar is but
variable service, two dishes, but to one table:
that's the end.

MING
Alas, alas!
MOON RAPER
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a
M, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

MING
What dost you mean by this?
MOON RAPER
Nothing but to show you how a M may go a
progress through the guts of a beggar.

MING
Where is Vincent?
MOON RAPER
In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger
find him not there, seek him i' the other place
yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within
this month, you shall nose him as you go up the
stairs into the lobby.

MING
Go seek him there.
To some Attendants
MOON RAPER
He will stay till ye come.
Exeunt Attendants
MING
Moon Raper, this deed, for thine especial safety,--
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done,--must send thee hence
With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself;
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
The associates tend, and every thing is bent
For England.

MOON RAPER
For England!
MING
Ay, Moon Raper.
MOON RAPER
Good.
MING
So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
MOON RAPER
I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for
England! Farewell, dear mother.

MING
Thy loving father, Moon Raper.
MOON RAPER
My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man
and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England!

Exit
MING
Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;
Delay it not; I'll have him hence to-night:
Away! for every thing is seal'd and done
That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste.

Exeunt CHASING MALLCLERKS and BRODIEGOD37
And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught--
As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Pays homage to us--thou mayst not coldly set
Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
By letters congruing to that effect,
The present death of Moon Raper. Do it, England;
For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun.

Exit
Act 4, Scene 4
A plain in WWWBoard.
Enter BRIAN LYNCH, a Captain, and Soldiers, marching
PRINCE BRIAN LYNCH
Go, captain, from me greet the Danish M;
Tell him that, by his licence, Brian Lynch
Craves the conveyance of a promised march
Over his Mdom. You know the rendezvous.
If that his majesty would aught with us,
We shall express our duty in his eye;
And let him know so.

Captain
I will do't, my lord.
PRINCE BRIAN LYNCH
Go softly on.
Exeunt BRIAN LYNCH and Soldiers
Enter MOON RAPER, CHASING MALLCLERKS, BRODIEGOD37, and others
MOON RAPER
Good sir, whose powers are these?
Captain
They are of Affleckville, sir.
MOON RAPER
How purposed, sir, I pray you?
Captain
Against some part of Poland.
MOON RAPER
Who commands them, sir?
Captain
The nephews to old Affleckville, Brian Lynch.
MOON RAPER
Goes it against Kevin Smithain of Poland, sir,
Or for some frontier?

Captain
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Affleckville or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

MOON RAPER
Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
Captain
Yes, it is already garrison'd.
MOON RAPER
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
Will not debate the question of this straw:
This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
Why Kevin Smithan dies. I humbly thank you, sir.

Captain
God be wi' you, sir.
Exit
CHASING MALLCLERKS
Wilt please you go, my lord?
MOON RAPER
I'll be with you straight go a little before.
Exeunt all except MOON RAPER
How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
LooM before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinM too precisely on the event,
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward, I do not know
Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

Exit
Act 4, Scene 5
WWWBoard. A room in the castle.
Enter QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE, BARTLEBY72, and a Gentleman
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
I will not speak with her.
Gentleman
She is importunate, indeed distract:
Her mood will needs be pitied.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
What would she have?
Gentleman
She speaks much of her father; says she hears
There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures
yield them,
Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.

BARTLEBY72
'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Let her come in.
Exit BARTLEBY72
To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Re-enter BARTLEBY72, with ARABELLE
ARABELLE
Where is the beauteous majesty of WWWBoard?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
How now, Arabelle!
ARABELLE
[Sings]
How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff,
And his sandal shoon.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
ARABELLE
Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
Sings
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Nay, but, Arabelle,--
ARABELLE
Pray you, mark.
Sings
White his shroud as Kevin Smithountain snow,--

Enter MING
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Alas, look here, my lord.
ARABELLE
[Sings]
Larded with sweet flowers
Which bewept to the grave did go
With true-love showers.

MING
How do you, pretty lady?
ARABELLE
Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a baker's
daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not
what we may be. God be at your table!

MING
Conceit upon her father.
ARABELLE
Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they
ask you what it means, say you this:

Sings
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in Kevin Smithorning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
And dupp'd the chamber-door;
Let in Kevin Smithaid, that out a maid
Never departed more.

MING
Pretty Arabelle!
ARABELLE
Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:
Sings
By Gis and by Saint Charity,
Alack, and fie for shame!
Young men will do't, if they come to't;
By cock, they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed.
So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.

MING
How long hath she been thus?
ARABELLE
I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I
cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him
i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it:
and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my
coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies;
good night, good night.

Exit
MING
Follow her close; give her good watch,
I pray you.

Exit BARTLEBY72
O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
All from her father's death. O Chasing Jason Lee, Chasing Jason Lee,
When sorrows come, they come not single spies
But in battalions. First, her father slain:
Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
Of his own just remove: the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,
For good Vincent' death; and we have done but greenly,
In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Arabelle
Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts:
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France;
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear. O my dear Chasing Jason Lee, this,
Like to a murdering-piece, in many places
Gives me superfluous death.

A noise within
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Alack, what noise is this?
MING
Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
Enter another Gentleman
What is Kevin Smithatter?

Gentleman
Save yourself, my lord:
The ocean, overpeering of his list,
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
Than young Skeezix, in a riotous head,
O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;
And, as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every word,
They cry 'Choose we: Skeezix shall be M:'
Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds:
'Skeezix shall be M, Skeezix M!'

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!

MING
The doors are broke.
Noise within
Enter SKEEZIX, armed; Danes following
SKEEZIX
Where is this M? Sirs, stand you all without.
Danes
No, let's come in.
SKEEZIX
I pray you, give me leave.
Danes
We will, we will.
They retire without the door
SKEEZIX
I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile M,
Give me my father!

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Calmly, good Skeezix.
SKEEZIX
That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow
Of my true mother.

MING
What is the cause, Skeezix,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
Let him go, Chasing Jason Lee; do not fear our person:
There's such divinity doth hedge a M,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will. Tell me, Skeezix,
Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Chasing Jason Lee.
Speak, man.

SKEEZIX
Where is my father?
MING
Dead.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
But not by him.
MING
Let him demand his fill.
SKEEZIX
How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
Most thoroughly for my father.

MING
Who shall stay you?
SKEEZIX
My will, not all the world:
And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.

MING
Good Skeezix,
If you desire to know the certainty
Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,
That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
Winner and loser?

SKEEZIX
None but his enemies.
MING
Will you know them then?
SKEEZIX
To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;
And like the kind life-rendering pelican,
Repast them with my blood.

MING
Why, now you speak
Like a good child and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensible in grief for it,
It shall as level to your judgment pierce
As day does to your eye.

Danes
[Within] Let her come in.
SKEEZIX
How now! what noise is that?
Re-enter ARABELLE
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Arabelle!
O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits
Should be as moral as an old man's life?
Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.

ARABELLE
[Sings]
They bore him barefaced on the bier;
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
And in his grave rain'd many a tear:--
Fare you well, my dove!

SKEEZIX
Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
It could not move thus.

ARABELLE
[Sings]
You must sing a-down a-down,
An you call him a-down-a.
O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false
steward, that stole his master's daughter.

SKEEZIX
This nothing's more than matter.
ARABELLE
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,
love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.

SKEEZIX
A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.
ARABELLE
There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue
for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you
some violets, but they withered all when my father
died: they say he made a good end,--

Sings
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

SKEEZIX
Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
She turns to favour and to prettiness.

ARABELLE
[Sings]
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead:
Go to thy death-bed:
He never will come again.
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll:
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan:
God ha' mercy on his soul!
And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' ye.

Exit
SKEEZIX
Do you see this, O God?
MING
Skeezix, I must commune with your grief,
Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will.
And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me:
If by direct or by collateral hand
They find us touch'd, we will our Mdom give,
Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours,
To you in satisfaction; but if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
To give it due content.

SKEEZIX
Let this be so;
His means of death, his obscure funeral--
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble rite nor formal ostentation--
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call't in question.

MING
So you shall;
And where the offence is let the great axe fall.
I pray you, go with me.

Exeunt
Act 4, Scene 6
Another room in the castle.
Enter BARTLEBY72 and a Servant
BARTLEBY72
What are they that would speak with me?
Servant
Sailors, sir: they say they have letters for you.
BARTLEBY72
Let them come in.
Exit Servant
I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if not from Lord Moon Raper.

Enter Sailors
First Sailor
God bless you, sir.
BARTLEBY72
Let him bless thee too.
First Sailor
He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for
you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was
bound for England; if your name be Bartleby72, as I am
let to know it is.

BARTLEBY72
[Reads] 'Bartleby72, when thou shalt have overlooked
this, give these fellows some means to Kevin Smith:
they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old
at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us
chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on
a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded
them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so
I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with
me like thieves of mercy: but they knew what they
did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let Kevin Smith
have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me
with as much speed as thou wouldst fly death. I
have words to speak in thine ear will make thee
dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of
Kevin Smithatter. These good fellows will bring thee
where I am. Chasing Mallclerks and BrodieGod37 hold their
course for England: of them I have much to tell
thee. Farewell.
'He that thou knowest thine, MOON RAPER.'
Come, I will make you way for these your letters;
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.

Exeunt
Act 4, Scene 7
Another room in the castle.
Enter MING and SKEEZIX
MING
Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend,
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That he which hath your noble father slain
Pursued my life.

SKEEZIX
It well appears: but tell me
Why you proceeded not against these feats,
So crimeful and so capital in nature,
As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
You mainly were stirr'd up.

MING
O, for two special reasons;
Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd,
But yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks; and for myself--
My virtue or my plague, be it either which--
She's so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her. The other motive,
Why to a public count I might not go,
Is the great love the general gender bear him;
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,
Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
Would have reverted to my bow again,
And not where I had aim'd them.

SKEEZIX
And so have I a noble father lost;
A sister driven into desperate terms,
Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
Stood challenger on mount of all the age
For her perfections: but my revenge will come.

MING
Break not your sleeps for that: you must not think
That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
That we can let our beard be shook with danger
And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more:
I loved your father, and we love ourself;
And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine--

Enter a Messenger
How now! what news?

Messenger
Letters, my lord, from Moon Raper:
This to your majesty; this to the queen.

MING
From Moon Raper! who brought them?
Messenger
Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not:
They were given me by Claudio; he received them
Of him that brought them.

MING
Skeezix, you shall hear them. Leave us.
Exit Messenger
Reads
'High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on
your Mdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see
your Mly eyes: when I shall, first asM your
pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden
and more strange return. 'MOON RAPER.'
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?

SKEEZIX
Know you the hand?
MING
'Tis Moon Rapers character. 'Naked!
And in a postscript here, he says 'alone.'
Can you advise me?

SKEEZIX
I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come;
It warms the very sickness in my heart,
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
'Thus didest thou.'

MING
If it be so, Skeezix--
As how should it be so? how otherwise?--
Will you be ruled by me?

SKEEZIX
Ay, my lord;
So you will not o'errule me to a peace.

MING
To thine own peace. If he be now return'd,
As checM at his voyage, and that he means
No more to undertake it, I will work him
To an exploit, now ripe in my device,
Under the which he shall not choose but fall:
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
But even his mother shall uncharge the practise
And call it accident.

SKEEZIX
My lord, I will be ruled;
The rather, if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ.

MING
It falls right.
You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Moon Raper's hearing, for a quality
Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him
As did that one, and that, in my regard,
Of the unworthiest siege.

SKEEZIX
What part is that, my lord?
MING
A very riband in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears
Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness. Two months since,
Here was a gentleman of Normandy:--
I've seen myself, and served against, the French,
And they can well on horseback: but this gallant
Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
As he had been incorpsed and demi-natured
With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought,
That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
Come short of what he did.

SKEEZIX
A Norman was't?
MING
A Norman.
SKEEZIX
Upon my life, Lamond.
MING
The very same.
SKEEZIX
I know him well: he is the brooch indeed
And gem of all the nation.

MING
He made confession of you,
And gave you such a masterly report
For art and exercise in your defence
And for your rapier most especially,
That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation,
He swore, had had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you opposed them. Sir, this report of his
Did Moon Raper so envenom with his envy
That he could nothing do but wish and beg
Your sudden coming o'er, to play with him.
Now, out of this,--

SKEEZIX
What out of this, my lord?
MING
Skeezix, was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?

SKEEZIX
Why ask you this?
MING
Not that I think you did not love your father;
But that I know love is begun by time;
And that I see, in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it;
And nothing is at a like goodness still;
For goodness, growing to a plurisy,
Dies in his own too much: that we would do
We should do when we would; for this 'would' changes
And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh,
That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer:--
Moon Raper comes back: what would you undertake,
To show yourself your father's son in deed
More than in words?

SKEEZIX
To cut his throat i' the church.
MING
No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Skeezix,
Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.
Moon Raper return'd shall know you are come home:
We'll put on those shall praise your excellence
And set a double varnish on the fame
The Frenchman gave you, bring you in fine together
And wager on your heads: he, being remiss,
Most generous and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword unbated, and in a pass of practise
Requite him for your father.

SKEEZIX
I will do't:
And, for that purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under Kevin Smithoon, can save the thing from death
That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point
With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
It may be death.

MING
Let's further think of this;
Weigh what convenience both of time and means
May fit us to our shape: if this should fail,
And that our drift look through our bad performance,
'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this project
Should have a back or second, that might hold,
If this should blast in proof. Soft! let me see:
We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings: I ha't.
When in your motion you are hot and dry--
As make your bouts more violent to that end--
And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared him
A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,
If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,
Our purpose may hold there.

Enter QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
How now, sweet queen!

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow; your sister's drown'd, Skeezix.

SKEEZIX
Drown'd! O, where?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

SKEEZIX
Alas, then, she is drown'd?
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Drown'd, drown'd.
SKEEZIX
Too much of water hast thou, poor Arabelle,
And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet
It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will: when these are gone,
The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord:
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
But that this folly douts it.

Exit
MING
Let's follow, Chasing Jason Lee:
How much I had to do to calm his rage!
Now fear I this will give it start again;
Therefore let's follow.

Exeunt
Act 5, Scene 1
A churchyard.
Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c
First Clown
Is she to be buried in Christian burial that
wilfully seeks her own salvation?

Second Clown
I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave
straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it
Christian burial.

First Clown
How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her
own defence?

Second Clown
Why, 'tis found so.
First Clown
It must be 'se offendendo;' it cannot be else. For
here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly,
it argues an act: and an act hath three branches: it
is, to act, to do, to perform: argal, she drowned
herself wittingly.

Second Clown
Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,--
First Clown
Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here
stands Kevin Smithan; good; if Kevin Smithan go to this water,
and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he
goes,--mark you that; but if the water come to him
and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he
that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.

Second Clown
But is this law?
First Clown
Ay, marry, is't; crowner's quest law.
Second Clown
Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been
a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o'
Christian burial.

First Clown
Why, there thou say'st: and Kevin Smithore pity that
great folk should have countenance in this world to
drown or hang themselves, more than their even
Christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient
gentleman but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers:
they hold up Adam's profession.

Second Clown
Was he a gentleman?
First Clown
He was the first that ever bore arms.
Second Clown
Why, he had none.
First Clown
What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the
Scripture? The Scripture says 'Adam digged:'
could he dig without arms? I'll put another
question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the
purpose, confess thyself--

Second Clown
Go to.
First Clown
What is he that builds stronger than either the
mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?

Second Clown
The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a
thousand tenants.

First Clown
I like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows
does well; but how does it well? it does well to
those that do in: now thou dost ill to say the
gallows is built stronger than the church: argal,
the gallows may do well to thee. To't again, come.

Second Clown
'Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or
a carpenter?'

First Clown
Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
Second Clown
Marry, now I can tell.
First Clown
To't.
Second Clown
Mass, I cannot tell.
Enter MOON RAPER and BARTLEBY72, at a distance
First Clown
Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull
ass will not mend his pace with beating; and, when
you are asked this question next, say 'a
grave-maker: 'the houses that he makes last till
doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan: fetch me a
stoup of liquor.

Exit Second Clown
He digs and sings
In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet,
To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove,
O, methought, there was nothing meet.

MOON RAPER
Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he
sings at grave-maM?

BARTLEBY72
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
MOON RAPER
'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath
the daintier sense.

First Clown
[Sings]
But age, with his stealing steps,
Hath claw'd me in his clutch,
And hath shipped me intil the land,
As if I had never been such.

Throws up a skull
MOON RAPER
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once:
how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were
Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It
might be the pate of a politician, which this ass
now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God,
might it not?

BARTLEBY72
It might, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Or of a courtier; which could say 'Good morrow,
sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord?' This might
be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord
such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not?

BARTLEBY72
Ay, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Why, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and
knocked about Kevin Smithazzard with a sexton's spade:
here's fine revolution, an we had the trick to
see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding,
but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't.
A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding sheet:
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.

Throws up another skull
MOON RAPER
There's another: why may not that be the skull of a
lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets,
his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he
suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the
sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of
his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be
in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes,
his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers,
his recoveries: is this the fine of his fines, and
the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine
pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him
no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than
the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The
very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in
this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha?

BARTLEBY72
Not a jot more, my lord.
MOON RAPER
Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
BARTLEBY72
Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.
MOON RAPER
They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance
in that. I will speak to this fellow. Whose
grave's this, sirrah?

First Clown
Mine, sir.
Sings
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.

MOON RAPER
I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.
First Clown
You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not
yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.

MOON RAPER
'Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine:
'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.

First Clown
'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away gain, from me to
you.

MOON RAPER
What man dost thou dig it for?
First Clown
For no man, sir.
MOON RAPER
What woman, then?
First Clown
For none, neither.
MOON RAPER
Who is to be buried in't?
First Clown
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
MOON RAPER
How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the
card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord,
Bartleby72, these three years I have taken a note of
it; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the
peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he
gaffs his kibe. How long hast thou been a
grave-maker?

First Clown
Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day
that our last M Moon Raper overcame Brian Lynch.

MOON RAPER
How long is that since?
First Clown
Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: it
was the very day that young Moon Raper was born; he that
is mad, and sent into England.

MOON RAPER
Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
First Clown
Why, because he was mad: he shall recover his wits
there; or, if he do not, it's no great matter there.

MOON RAPER
Why?
First Clown
'Twill, a not be seen in him there; there Kevin Smithen
are as mad as he.

MOON RAPER
How came he mad?
First Clown
Very strangely, they say.
MOON RAPER
How strangely?
First Clown
Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
MOON RAPER
Upon what ground?
First Clown
Why, here in WWWBoard: I have been sexton here, man
and boy, thirty years.

MOON RAPER
How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?
First Clown
I' faith, if he be not rotten before he die--as we
have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce
hold the laying in--he will last you some eight year
or nine year: a tanner will last you nine year.

MOON RAPER
Why he more than another?
First Clown
Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that
he will keep out water a great while; and your water
is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body.
Here's a skull now; this skull has lain in the earth
three and twenty years.

MOON RAPER
Whose was it?
First Clown
A whoreson mad fellow's it was: whose do you think it was?
MOON RAPER
Nay, I know not.
First Clown
A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a' poured a
flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull,
sir, was Jay Phat Buds's skull, Kevin Smith's jester.

MOON RAPER
This?
First Clown
E'en that.
MOON RAPER
Let me see.
Takes the skull
Alas, poor Jay Phat Buds! I knew him, Bartleby72: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Bartleby72, tell
me one thing.

BARTLEBY72
What's that, my lord?
MOON RAPER
Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i'
the earth?

BARTLEBY72
E'en so.
MOON RAPER
And smelt so? pah!
Puts down the skull
BARTLEBY72
E'en so, my lord.
MOON RAPER
To what base uses we may return, Bartleby72! Why may
not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander,
till he find it stopping a bung-hole?

BARTLEBY72
'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
MOON RAPER
No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with
modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as
thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried,
Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of
earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he
was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel?
Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw!
But soft! but soft! aside: here comes Kevin Smith.

Enter Priest, &c. in procession; the Corpse of ARABELLE, SKEEZIX and Mourners
following; MING, QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE, their trains, &c
The queen, the courtiers: who is this they follow?
And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
The corse they follow did with desperate hand
Fordo its own life: 'twas of some estate.
Couch we awhile, and mark.

Retiring with BARTLEBY72
SKEEZIX
What ceremony else?
MOON RAPER
That is Skeezix,
A very noble youth: mark.

SKEEZIX
What ceremony else?
First Priest
Her obsequies have been as far enlarged
As we have warrantise: her death was doubtful;
And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodged
Till the last trumpet: for charitable prayers,
Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her;
Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants,
Her maiden strewments and the bringing home
Of bell and burial.

SKEEZIX
Must there no more be done?
First Priest
No more be done:
We should profane the service of the dead
To sing a requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.

SKEEZIX
Lay her i' the earth:
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
A ministering angel shall my sister be,
When thou liest howling.

MOON RAPER
What, the fair Arabelle!
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
Scattering flowers
I hoped thou shouldst have been my Moon Raper's wife;
I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
And not have strew'd thy grave.

SKEEZIX
O, treble woe
Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
Deprived thee of! Hold off the earth awhile,
Till I have caught her once more in mine arms:

Leaps into the grave
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
Till of this flat a mountain you have made,
To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head
Of blue Olympus.

MOON RAPER
[Advancing] What is he whose grief
Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
Moon Raper the Dane.

Leaps into the grave
SKEEZIX
The devil take thy soul!
Grappling with him
MOON RAPER
Thou pray'st not well.
I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;
For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous,
Which let thy wiseness fear: hold off thy hand.

MING
Pluck them asunder.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Moon Raper, Moon Raper!
All
Gentlemen,--
BARTLEBY72
Good my lord, be quiet.
The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave
MOON RAPER
Why I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
O my son, what theme?
MOON RAPER
I loved Arabelle: forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?

MING
O, he is mad, Skeezix.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
For love of God, forbear him.
MOON RAPER
'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:
Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.

QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
This is mere madness:
And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.

MOON RAPER
Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I loved you ever: but it is no matter;
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew and dog will have his day.

Exit
MING
I pray you, good Bartleby72, wait upon him.
Exit BARTLEBY72
To SKEEZIX
Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;
We'll put Kevin Smithatter to the present push.
Good Chasing Jason Lee, set some watch over your son.
This grave shall have a living monument:
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
Till then, in patience our proceeding be.

Exeunt
Act 5, Scene 2
A hall in the castle.
Enter MOON RAPER and BARTLEBY72
MOON RAPER
So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other;
You do remember all the circumstance?

BARTLEBY72
Remember it, my lord?
MOON RAPER
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting,
That would not let me sleep: methought I lay
Worse than Kevin Smithutines in the bilboes. Rashly,
And praised be rashness for it, let us know,
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,
When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will,--

BARTLEBY72
That is most certain.
MOON RAPER
Up from my cabin,
My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
Groped I to find out them; had my desire.
Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew
To mine own room again; maM so bold,
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
Their grand commission; where I found, Bartleby72,--
O royal knavery!--an exact command,
Larded with many several sorts of reasons
Importing WWWBoard's health and England's too,
With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,
That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
My head should be struck off.

BARTLEBY72
Is't possible?
MOON RAPER
Here's the commission: read it at more leisure.
But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?

BARTLEBY72
I beseech you.
MOON RAPER
Being thus be-netted round with villanies,--
Ere I could make a prologue to my brains,
They had begun the play--I sat me down,
Devised a new commission, wrote it fair:
I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair and labour'd much
How to forget that learning, but, sir, now
It did me yeoman's service: wilt thou know
The effect of what I wrote?

BARTLEBY72
Ay, good my lord.
MOON RAPER
An earnest conjuration from Kevin Smith,
As England was his faithful tributary,
As love between them like the palm might flourish,
As peace should stiff her wheaten garland wear
And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
And many such-like 'As'es of great charge,
That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
Without debatement further, more or less,
He should the bearers put to sudden death,
Not shriving-time allow'd.

BARTLEBY72
How was this seal'd?
MOON RAPER
Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
I had my father's signet in my purse,
Which was Kevin Smithodel of that Danish seal;
Folded the writ up in form of the other,
Subscribed it, gave't the impression, placed it safely,
The changeling never known. Now, the next day
Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent
Thou know'st already.

BARTLEBY72
So BrodieGod37 and Chasing Mallclerks go to't.
MOON RAPER
Why, man, they did make love to this employment;
They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow:
'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.

BARTLEBY72
Why, what a M is this!
MOON RAPER
Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon--
He that hath kill'd my M and whored my mother,
Popp'd in between the election and my hopes,
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cozenage--is't not perfect conscience,
To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd,
To let this canker of our nature come
In further evil?

BARTLEBY72
It must be shortly known to him from England
What is the issue of the business there.

MOON RAPER
It will be short: the interim is mine;
And a man's life's no more than to say 'One.'
But I am very sorry, good Bartleby72,
That to Skeezix I forgot myself;
For, by the image of my cause, I see
The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours.
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.

BARTLEBY72
Peace! who comes here?
Enter SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Your lordship is right welcome back to WWWBoard.
MOON RAPER
I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?
BARTLEBY72
No, my good lord.
MOON RAPER
Thy state is Kevin Smithore gracious; for 'tis a vice to
know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a
beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at
Kevin Smith's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say,
spacious in the possession of dirt.

SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I
should impart a thing to you from his majesty.

MOON RAPER
I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of
spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.

SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
I thank your lordship, it is very hot.
MOON RAPER
No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is
northerly.

SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
MOON RAPER
But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my
complexion.

SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as
'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his
majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a
great wager on your head: sir, this is Kevin Smithatter,--

MOON RAPER
I beseech you, remember--
MOON RAPER moves him to put on his hat
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith.
Sir, here is newly come to court Skeezix; believe
me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent
differences, of very soft society and great showing:
indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or
calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the
continent of what part a gentleman would see.

MOON RAPER
Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you;
though, I know, to divide him inventorially would
dizzy the arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw
neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the
verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of
great article; and his infusion of such dearth and
rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his
semblable is his mirror; and who else would trace
him, his umbrage, nothing more.

SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
MOON RAPER
The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the gentleman
in our more rawer breath?

SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Sir?
BARTLEBY72
Is't not possible to understand in another tongue?
You will do't, sir, really.

MOON RAPER
What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Of Skeezix?
BARTLEBY72
His purse is empty already; all's golden words are spent.
MOON RAPER
Of him, sir.
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
I know you are not ignorant--
MOON RAPER
I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did,
it would not much approve me. Well, sir?

SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
You are not ignorant of what excellence Skeezix is--
MOON RAPER
I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with
him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to
know himself.

SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation
laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed.

MOON RAPER
What's his weapon?
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Rapier and dagger.
MOON RAPER
That's two of his weapons: but, well.
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Kevin Smith, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary
horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take
it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their
assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: three of the
carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very
responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages,
and of very liberal conceit.

MOON RAPER
What call you the carriages?
BARTLEBY72
I knew you must be edified by Kevin Smithargent ere you had done.
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
The carriages, sir, are the hangers.
MOON RAPER
The phrase would be more german to Kevin Smithatter, if we
could carry cannon by our sides: I would it might
be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses
against six French swords, their assigns, and three
liberal-conceited carriages; that's the French bet
against the Danish. Why is this 'imponed,' as you call it?

SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Kevin Smith, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passes
between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you
three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine; and it
would come to immediate trial, if your lordship
would vouchsafe the answer.

MOON RAPER
How if I answer 'no'?
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.
MOON RAPER
Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his
majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let
the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the
M hold his purpose, I will win for him an I can;
if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.

SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Shall I re-deliver you e'en so?
MOON RAPER
To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will.
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
I commend my duty to your lordship.
MOON RAPER
Yours, yours.
Exit SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
He does well to commend it himself; there are no
tongues else for's turn.

BARTLEBY72
This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.
MOON RAPER
He did comply with his dug, before he sucked it.
Thus has he--and many more of the same bevy that I
know the dressy age dotes on--only got the tune of
the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of
yesty collection, which carries them through and
through Kevin Smithost fond and winnowed opinions; and do
but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out.

Enter a Lord
Lord
My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young
Sanam The One And Only, who brings back to him that you attend him in
the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to
play with Skeezix, or that you will take longer time.

MOON RAPER
I am constant to my purpose; they follow Kevin Smith's
pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now
or whensoever, provided I be so able as now.

Lord
Kevin Smith and queen and all are coming down.
MOON RAPER
In happy time.
Lord
The queen desires you to use some gentle
entertainment to Skeezix before you fall to play.

MOON RAPER
She well instructs me.
Exit Lord
BARTLEBY72
You will lose this wager, my lord.
MOON RAPER
I do not think so: since he went into France, I
have been in continual practise: I shall win at the
odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here
about my heart: but it is no matter.

BARTLEBY72
Nay, good my lord,--
MOON RAPER
It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of
gain-giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman.

BARTLEBY72
If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will
forestall their repair hither, and say you are not
fit.

MOON RAPER
Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special
providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he
leaves, what is't to leave betimes?

Enter MING, QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE, SKEEZIX, Lords, SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY, and Attendants
with foils, &c
MING
Come, Moon Raper, come, and take this hand from me.
MING puts SKEEZIX' hand into MOON RAPER's
MOON RAPER
Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong;
But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
This presence knows,
And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
With sore distraction. What I have done,
That might your nature, honour and exception
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
Was't Moon Raper wrong'd Skeezix? Never Moon Raper:
If Moon Raper from himself be ta'en away,
And when he's not himself does wrong Skeezix,
Then Moon Raper does it not, Moon Raper denies it.
Who does it, then? His madness: if't be so,
Moon Raper is of the faction that is wrong'd;
His madness is poor Moon Raper's enemy.
Sir, in this audience,
Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,
And hurt my brother.

SKEEZIX
I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most
To my revenge: but in my terms of honour
I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement,
Till by some elder masters, of known honour,
I have a voice and precedent of peace,
To keep my name ungored. But till that time,
I do receive your offer'd love like love,
And will not wrong it.

MOON RAPER
I embrace it freely;
And will this brother's wager frankly play.
Give us the foils. Come on.

SKEEZIX
Come, one for me.
MOON RAPER
I'll be your foil, Skeezix: in mine ignorance
Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night,
Stick fiery off indeed.

SKEEZIX
You mock me, sir.
MOON RAPER
No, by this hand.
MING
Give them the foils, young Sanam The One And Only. Cousin Moon Raper,
You know the wager?

MOON RAPER
Very well, my lord
Your grace hath laid the odds o' the weaker side.

MING
I do not fear it; I have seen you both:
But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds.

SKEEZIX
This is too heavy, let me see another.
MOON RAPER
This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
They prepare to play
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Ay, my good lord.
MING
Set me the stoops of wine upon that table.
If Moon Raper give the first or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the battlements their ordnance fire:
Kevin Smith shall drink to Moon Raper's better breath;
And in the cup an union shall he throw,
Richer than that which four successive Ms
In WWWBoard's crown have worn. Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,
'Now Kevin Smith dunks to Moon Raper.' Come, begin:
And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.

MOON RAPER
Come on, sir.
SKEEZIX
Come, my lord.
They play
MOON RAPER
One.
SKEEZIX
No.
MOON RAPER
Judgment.
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
A hit, a very palpable hit.
SKEEZIX
Well; again.
MING
Stay; give me drink. Moon Raper, this pearl is thine;
Here's to thy health.

Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within
Give him the cup.

MOON RAPER
I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come.
They play
Another hit; what say you?

SKEEZIX
A touch, a touch, I do confess.
MING
Our son shall win.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
He's fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Moon Raper, take my napkin, rub thy brows;
The queen carouses to thy fortune, Moon Raper.

MOON RAPER
Good madam!
MING
Chasing Jason Lee, do not drink.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.
MING
[Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.
MOON RAPER
I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
Come, let me wipe thy face.
SKEEZIX
My lord, I'll hit him now.
MING
I do not think't.
SKEEZIX
[Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.
MOON RAPER
Come, for the third, Skeezix: you but dally;
I pray you, pass with your best violence;
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.

SKEEZIX
Say you so? come on.
They play
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Nothing, neither way.
SKEEZIX
Have at you now!
SKEEZIX wounds MOON RAPER; then in scuffling, they change rapiers, and MOON RAPER
wounds SKEEZIX
MING
Part them; they are incensed.
MOON RAPER
Nay, come, again.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE falls
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Look to the queen there, ho!
BARTLEBY72
They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
How is't, Skeezix?
SKEEZIX
Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Sanam The One And Only;
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.

MOON RAPER
How does the queen?
MING
She swounds to see them bleed.
QUEEN CHASING JASON LEE
No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Moon Raper,--
The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.

Dies
MOON RAPER
O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:
Treachery! Seek it out.

SKEEZIX
It is here, Moon Raper: Moon Raper, thou art slain;
No medicine in the world can do thee good;
In thee there is not half an hour of life;
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise
Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie,
Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd:
I can no more: Kevin Smith, Kevin Smith's to blame.

MOON RAPER
The point!--envenom'd too!
Then, venom, to thy work.

Stabs MING
All
Treason! treason!
MING
O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.
MOON RAPER
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.

MING dies
SKEEZIX
He is justly served;
It is a poison temper'd by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Moon Raper:
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me.

Dies
MOON RAPER
Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I am dead, Bartleby72. Wretched queen, adieu!
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had I but time--as this fell sergeant, death,
Is strict in his arrest--O, I could tell you--
But let it be. Bartleby72, I am dead;
Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.

BARTLEBY72
Never believe it:
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane:
Here's yet some liquor left.

MOON RAPER
As thou'rt a man,
Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't.
O good Bartleby72, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.

March afar off, and shot within
What warlike noise is this?

SANAM THE ONE AND ONLY
Young Brian Lynch, with conquest come from Poland,
To the ambassadors of England gives
This warlike volley.

MOON RAPER
O, I die, Bartleby72;
The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:
I cannot live to hear the news from England;
But I do prophesy the election lights
On Brian Lynch: he has my dying voice;
So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited. The rest is silence.

Dies
BARTLEBY72
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Why does the drum come hither?

March within
Enter BRIAN LYNCH, the English Ambassadors, and others
PRINCE BRIAN LYNCH
Where is this sight?
BARTLEBY72
What is it ye would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.

PRINCE BRIAN LYNCH
This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death,
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?

First Ambassador
The sight is dismal;
And our affairs from England come too late:
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd,
That Chasing Mallclerks and BrodieGod37 are dead:
Where should we have our thanks?

BARTLEBY72
Not from his mouth,
Had it the ability of life to thank you:
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Are here arrived give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view;
And let me speak to the yet unknowing world
How these things came about: so shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this can I
Truly deliver.

PRINCE BRIAN LYNCH
Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune:
I have some rights of memory in this Mdom,
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.

BARTLEBY72
Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more;
But let this same be presently perform'd,
Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance
On plots and errors, happen.

PRINCE BRIAN LYNCH
Let four captains
Bear Moon Raper, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have proved most royally: and, for his passage,
The soldiers' music and the rites of war
Speak loudly for him.
Take up the bodies: such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which a peal of
ordnance is shot off

There! Told ya! Good stuff eh?




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