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If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, To this most cruel act, do but despair,
you shall think the devil is come from hell. A beam to hang thee on; or, would'st thou Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulcon- drown thyself, bridge?
Put but a little water in a spoon, Second a villain, and a murderer?
And it shall be as all the ocean, Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Enough to stife such a villain up. Big. Who kili'd this prince ?
I do suspect thee very grievously. Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well : Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath, My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss. Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, Let hell want pains enough to torture me! For villainy is not without such rheum; I left him well. And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Bast. Go, bear him in thine arms.-Like rivers of remorse and innocency.
I am amaz’d, methinks; and lose my way Away, with me, all you whose souls abhor Among the thorns and dangers of this world.The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house ; How easy dost thou take all England up! For I am stifled with this smell of sin.
From forth this morsel of dead royalty, Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin The life, the right, and truth of all this realm there!
Is fled to heaven ; and England now is left Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire us To tug and scramble, and to part by th' teeth out.
[Eceunt Lords. The unowed interest of proud-swelling state. Bast. Here's a good world !-Knew you of Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty, this fair work?
Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest, Beyond the infinite and boundless reach And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace : Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Art thou damn'd, Hubert.
Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits Hub. Do but hear me, sir.
(As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,) Bast. Ha! I'll tell thee what;
The imminent decay of wrested pomp. Thou art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can black;
Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer: And follow me with specd ; I'll to the king: There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell
A thousand businesses are brief in hand, As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. Hub. Upon my soul,
[Excent. Bast. If thou didst but consent
This inundation of mistemper'd humour SCENE I.-The same. A room in the palace. Rests by you only to be qualified. Enter King John, Pandulph with the crown, That present medicine must be minister'd,
Then pause not ; for the present time's so sick, and Attendants.
Or overthrow incurable ensues. K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest The circle of my glory.
up, Pand. Take again' (Giving John the crown. Upon your stubborn usage of the pope : From this my hand, as holding of the pope, But, since you are a gentle convertite, Your sovereign greatness and authority. My tongue shall hush again this storn of war, K. John. Now keep your holy word: go meet and make fair weather in your blustering land. the French ;
On this Ascension-day, remember well, And from his holiness use all your power Upon your oath of service to the pope, To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd. Go I to make the French lay down their arms. Our discontented counties do revolt;
[E. Our people quarrel with obedience ;
K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,
prophet To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon,
My crown I should give off? Even so I have: Bast. Away then, with good courage ; yet, I I did suppose, it should be on constraint;
know, But, heaven be thank’d, it is but voluntary. Our party may well meet a prouder foe.
[Exeunt. Enter the Bastard.
SCENE II.-A plain, near St Edmunds- -Bury. Bast. All Kent hath yielded ; nothing there holds out,
Enter, in arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, Melun, But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd,
PEMBROKE, Bigot, and Soldiers. Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers : Lew. My lord Melun, let this be copied out, Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone And keep it safe for our remembrance: To offer service to your enemy;
Return the precedent to these lords again ; And wild amazement hurries up and down That, having our fair order written down, The little number of your doubtful friends. Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes, K. John. Would not my lords return to me May know wherefore we took the sacrament, again,
And keep our faiths firm and inviolable. After they heard young Arthur was alive? Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. Bast. 'They found him dead, and cast into the And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear streets;
A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith, An empty casket, where the jewel of life To your proceedings ; yet, believe me, prince, By some damn'd hand was robb’d and ta'en away: I am not glad, that such a sore of time K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt, live.
And heal the inveterate canker of one wound, Bast. So,on my soul, hedid, for aught he knew. By making many: 0, it grieves my soul, But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad ? That I must draw this metal from my side, Be great in act, as you have been in thought; To be a widow-maker: 0, and there, Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, Where honourable rescue, and defence, Govern the motion of a kingly eye:
Cries out upon the name of Salisbury: Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire; But such is the infection of the time, Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow That, for the health and physic of our right, Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes, We cannot deal but with the very hand That borrow their behaviours from the great, Of stern injustice and confused wrong. Grow great by your example, and put on And is't not pity, O my grieved friends! The dauntless spirit of resolution.
That we, the sons and children of this isle, Away; and glister like the god of war, Were born to see so sad an hour as this ; When he intendeth to become the field : Wherein we step after a stranger march Show boldness, and aspiring confidence. Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up What, shall they seek the lion in his den, Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and weep And fright him there? and make him tremble Upon the spot of this enforced cause,) there?
To the gentry of a land remote, 0, let it not be said !-Forage, and run And follow unacquainted colours here? To meet displeasure further
from the doors ; What, here ?-O nation, that thou could'st reAnd grapple with him, ere he comes so nigh.
move! K. John. The legate of the pope hath been That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself, And I have made a happy peace with him ; And grapple thee unto a pagan shore; And he hath promis'd to dismiss the powers, Where these two Christian armies might combine Led by the Dauphin.
The blood of malice in a vein of league, Bast. O inglorious league !
And not to spend it so unneighbourly! Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this; Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom, Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
Do make an earthquake of nobility. To arms invasive ? shall a beardless boy, 0, what a noble combat hast thou fought, A cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields, Between compulsion and a brave respect ! And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
Let me wipe off this honourable dew, Mocking the air with colours idly spread, That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks : And find no check ? Let us, my liege, to arms: My heart hath melted at a lady's tears, Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace; Being an ordinary inundation; Or if he do, let it at least be said,
But this effusion of such manly drops, They saw we had a purpose of defence. This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, K. John. Have thou the ordering of this pre- Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'á sent time.
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. Pand. You look but on the outside of this
cull’d these fiery spirits from the world, Come, come ; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as To outlook conquest, and to win renown deep
Even in the jaws of danger and of death.Into the purse of rich prosperity,
[Trumpet sounds. As Lewis himself :-so, nobles, shall you all, What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us? That knit your sinews to the strength of mine.
Enter the Bastard, attended.
Bast. According to the fair play of the world,
And warrant limited unto my tongue. Pand. Hail, noble prince of France !
Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite, The next is this,-king John hath reconcil'd And will not temporize with my entreaties; Himself to Rome : his spirit is come in, He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms. That so stood out against the holy church, Bast. By all the blood, that ever fury breath'd, The great metropolis and see of Rome : The youth says well :-Now hear our English Therefore thy threat’ning colours now wind up, king; And tame the savage spirit of wild war ; For thus his royalty doth speak in me. That, like a lion foster'd up at hand,
He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should:
This apish and unmannerly approach,
The king doth smile at ; and is well prepar'd
To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, To be a secondary at controul,
From out the circle of his territories, Or useful serving-man, and instrument, That hand, which had the strength, even sť To any sovereign state throughout the world. Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch;. Between this chástis'd kingdom and myself, To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells; And brought in matter, that should feed this fire; To crouch in litter of your stable planks ; And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out To lie, like pawns, lock'd upin chests and tranks; With that same weak wind, which enkindled it. To hug with swine ; to seek sweet safety out You taught me how to know the face of right, In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake, Acquainted me with interest to this land, Even at the crying of your nation's crow, Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart; Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ;And come you now to tell me, John hath made Shall that victorious hand be feebled here, His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? That in your chambers gave you chastisement ? I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,
No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; After young Arthur, claim this land for mine ; And like an eagle o'er his aiery towers, And, now it is half-conquer’d, must I back, To souse annoyance, that comes near his nest.Because that John hath made his peace with | And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, Rome?
You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome of your dear mother England, blush for shame: borne,
For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids, What men provided, what munition sent, Like Amazons, come tripping after drums; To underprop this action ? is't not I,
"heir thimbles into armed gauntlets change, That undergo this charge ? who else but I, Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts And such as to my claim are liable,
To fierce and bloody inclination. Sweat in this business, and maintain this war? Lew. There end thy brave, and turn thy face Have I not heard these islanders shout out,
in peace; Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns ? We grant, thou canst outscold us : fare thee well; Have I not here the best cards for the game, We hold our time too precious to be spent To win this easy match, play'd for a crown? With such a brabbler. And chall I now give o'er the yielded set ? Pand. Give me leave to speak. No, on my soul, it never shall be said.
Bast. No, I will speak.
Lew. We will attend to neither :
Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, hath Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war left the field. Plead for our interest, and our being here. Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will
Enter Melun wounded, and led by soldiers. cry out; And so shall you, being beaten : Do but start Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
Sal. When we were happy, we had other names. And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd, Pem. It is the count Melun. That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ; Sal. Wounded to death. Sound but another, and another shall,
Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
sold; And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder : for at Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith. (Not trusting to this halting legate here, Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,) For, if the French be lords of this loud day, Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits He means to recompense the pains you take, A bare-ribb’d death, whose office is this day. By cutting off your heads : Thus hath he
sworn, To feast upon whole thousands of the French. And I with him, and many more with me, Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this dan- Upon the altar at St Edmund's-Bury ;
Even on that altar, where we swore to you Bast. And thou shaļt find it, Dauphin, do not Dear amity and everlasting love. doubt.
[Ereunt. Sal. May this be possible ? may this be true?
Mel. Have I not hideous death within my view, SCENE III.-The same. A field of battle. Retaining but a quantity of life;
Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Marums. Enter King Joun and HUBERT. Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire ? K. John. How goes the day with us? 0, tell What in the world should make me now deceive, me, Hubert.
Since I must lose the use of all deceit ?
I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
Behold another day break in the east :
But even this night, -whose black contagious Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faul- breath conbridge,
Already smokes about the burning crest Desires your majesty to leave the field; of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,And send him word by me, which way you Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire; K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the Paying the fine of rated treachery, abbey there.
Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great supply, If Lewis by your assistance win the day. That was expected by the Dauphin here,
Commend me to one Hubert, with your king; Are wreck'd three nights
ago on Goodwin sands. The love of him,-and this respect besides, This news was brought Richard but even now: For that my grandsire was an Englishman,The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. Awakes my conscience to confess all this.
K.John, Ah me! this tyrant fever burnsmeup, In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence And will not let me welcome this good news. - From forth the noise and rumour of the field; Set on toward Swinstead : to my litter straight; Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Weaķness possesseth me, and I am faint. In peace, and part this body and my soul
[Ereunt. With contemplation and devout desires.
Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew my SCENE IV.- The same. Another part of the
Of this most fair occasion, by the which Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and We will untread the steps of damned flight; others.
And, like a bated and retired flood, Sal. I did not think the king so stor’d with Leaving our rankness and irregular course, friends.
Stoop low within those bounds we haveo'erlook'd, Pem. Up once again; put spirit in the French; And calmly run on in obedience, If they miscarry, we miscarry too.
Even to our ocean, to our great king John.Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. For I do see the cruel pangs of death VOL. I.
Right in thine eye.--Away, my friends! New Hub. Unkind remembrance ! thou, and eyeflight;
less night, And happy newness, that intends old right. Have done me shame :-Brave soldier, pardon [Exeunt, leading off Melun. me,
any accent, breaking from thy tongue, SCENE V.-The same. The French camp.
Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.
Bast. Come, come ; sans compliment, what Enter Lewis and his Train.
Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was night, loath to set;
To find you out. But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, Bast. "Brief, then ; and what's the news? When the English measur'd backward their own Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, ground,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. In faint retire: 0, bravely came we off,
Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill news;
The better arm you to the sudden time,
Than if you had at leisure known of this. · Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin ? Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to Lew. Here :- What news ?
him? Mess. The count Melun is slain ; the English Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, lords,
Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king By his persuasion, are again fall'n off:
Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his ma Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands.
jesty? Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news !--Beshrew thy Hub. Why, know you not ? the lords are all very heart!
come back, I did not think to be so sad to-night,
And brought Prince Henry in their company; As this hath made me.-Who was he, that said, At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, King John did fly, an hour or two before And they are all about his majesty. The stumbling night did part our weary powers?
Bast.' Withhold thine indignation, mighty Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord. heaven, Lew. Well ; keep good quarter, and gocd care And tempt us not to bear above our power! to-night;
I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night, The day shall not be up so soon as I,
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. These Lincoln washes have devoured them;
[Exeunt. Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd.
Away, before ! conduct me to the king ; SCENE VI.--An open place in the neighbour
I doubt he will be dead, or ere I come. hood of Swinstead-Abbey.
[Exeunt. Enter the Bastard and HUBERT, mecting.
SCENE VII.—The orchard of Swinstead-Abbey. Hub. Who's there ? speak, ho! speak quickly, Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot, or I shoot.
P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood Bast. A friend :- What art thou ?
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Hub. Of the part of England.
(Which some suppose the soul's frail dwellingBast. Whither dost thou go?
house,) Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, demand
Foretell the ending of mortality.
Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and holds I will, upon all hazards, well believe
belief, Thou art my friend, that know’st my tongue so That, being brought into the open air, well :
It would allay the burning quality Who art thou ?
Of that fell poison which assaileth him. Bast. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think, here.I come one way of the Plantagenets.
Doth he still rage ?