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That present medicine must be minister'd, SCENE II. A Plain, near St. Edmund's-Bury.
broké, Bigot, and Soldiers. pest up, Upon your stubborn usage of the Pope : Lero. My Lord Melun, let this be copied out Bit, since you are a gentle convertite,
And keep it safe for our remembrance : My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, Return the precedent to these lords again; And make fair weather in your blustering land. That having our fair order written down, On this Ascension-day, remember well,
Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes, Upon your oath of service to the pope, May know wherefore we took the sacrament, Go I to make the French lay down their arms.. And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.
[Erit. Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear prophet
A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith,
By making many: 0, it grieves my soul,
That I must draw this metal from my side Bast. All Kent hath yieided; nothing there to be a widow-maker; 0, and there, holds out,
Where honourable rescue and defence, But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd, Cries out upon the name of Salisbury : Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers: But such is the infection of the time, Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone That, for the health and physick of our right To offer service to your enemy;
We cannot deal but with the very hand And wild amazement hurries up and down of stern injustice and confused wrong.The little number of your doubtful friends. And is't not pity, O my grieved friends! K. John. Would not my lords return to me That we, the sons and children of this isle, again,
Were born to see so sad an hour as this; After they heard young Arthur was alive? Wherein we step after a stranger march Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up streets ;
Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and weep An emply casket, where the jewel of life Upon the spot of this enforced cause,) By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en To grace the gentry of a land remote, away.
And follow unacquainted colours here? K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live. What, here 2-0 nation, that thou could'st reBast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he
move ! knew.
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad ? Would hear thee from the knowledge of thyself, Be great in act, as you have been in thought; And grapple thee unto a Pagan shore; Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, Where these two Christian armies might com Govern the motion of a kingly eye:
bine Be stirring as the time ; be fire with fire;. The blood of malice in a vein of league, Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow And not to spend it so unneighbourly! Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes, Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this ; That borrow their behaviours from the great, And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom, Grow great by your example, and put on Do make an earthquake of nobility, The dauntless spirit of resolution.
0, what a noble combat hast thou fought, Away; and glister like the god of war
Between compulsion and a brave respect
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
But this effusion of such manly drops, 0, let it not be said !-Forage, and run
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, To meet displeasure further from the doors; Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd And grapple with him, ere he comes so nigh. Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven K. John. The legate of the pope hath been Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury, And I have made a happy peace with him; And with a great heart heave away this storm: And he hath promised to dismiss the powers Commend these waters to those baby eyes, Led by the Dauphin.
That never saw the giant world enrag'd; Bast.
O inglorious league! Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping. Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
deep To aris invasive t'shall a beardless boy, Into the purse of rich prosperity, A cocker'd silken wanton brave our fields, As Lewis himself :-90, nobles, shall you all, And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. Mocking the air with colours idly spread, And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms:
Enter Pandulph, attended. Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your And even there, methinks, an angel spake : peace;
Look, where the holy legate comes apace, Or if he do, let it at least be said,
To give us warrant from the hand of heaven: 'They saw we had a purpose of defence. And on our actions set the name of right, K.' John. Have thou the ordering of this pre- With holy breath. sent ume.
Hail, noble prince of France! Bast. Away then, with good courage ; yet, 1 The next is this,-King John hath reconcil'd
Himself to Rome : his spirit is come in, Our party may well meet a prouder foe. That so stood out against the holy church,
(Eseunt. The great metropolis and see of Rome:
Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up, Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
And like an eagle o'er his aiery towers, And be no further harmful than in show. To souce annoyance that comes near his nest Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, back;
You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb I am too high-born to be propertied,
Or your dear mother England, blush, for shame : To be a secondary at control,
For your own ladies, and pale visag'd maids, Or useful serving-man, and instrument, Like Amazons, come tripping after drums; To any sovereign state throughout the world. Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars, Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself, To fierce and bloody inclination. And brought in matter that should feed this fire; Lew. There end thy brave, and turn thy face And now 'lis far too huge to be blown out
in peace; With that same weak wind which enkindled it. We grant, thou canst outscold us: fare thee You taught me how to know the face of right,
Give me leave to speak. His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? Bast. No, I will speak. 1, by the honour of my marriage-bed,
We will attend to neither :After young Arthur, claim this land for mine ; Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back, Plead for our interest, and our being here. Because that John hath made his peace with Bast. Indeed, your drums being beaten, will
Rome 1 Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome And so shall you, being beaten : Do but start borne,
An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ;
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
hand Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns? (Not trusting to this halting legate here, Have I not here the best cards for the game, Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need, To win this easy match play'd for a crown Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits And shall I now give o'er the yielded set ? A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day No, no, on my soul, it never shall be said. To feast upon whole thousands of the French.
Pand. You look but on the ontside of this work. Lew. Strike up your drums to find this danger Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return
out. Till my attempt so much be glorified
Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not As to my ample hope was promised
[Exeunt. Before I drew this gallant head of war, And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world, SCENE III. The same. A Field of Battle. To outlook conquest, and to win renown Even in the jaws of danger and of death
Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert. [Trumpet sounds.
K. John. How goes the day with us? O, ten What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us ?
Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty 1 Enter the Bastard, attended.
K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so Bast. According to the fair play of the world, Let me have audience: I am sent to speak; Lies heavy on me: 0, my heart is sick! My holy lord of Milan, from the king I come to learn how you have dealt for him ;
Enter a Messenger. And, as you answer, I do know the scope Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, FaulAnd warrant limited into my tongue.
conbridge, Pand. The Danphin is too wilful-opposite, Desires your majesty to leave the field; And will not temporize with my entreaties; And send him word by me, which way you go. He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms. K. John Tell him, towards Swinstead, to tho Bast. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd, abbey there. The youth says well: now hear our English Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great supply, king;
Tha was expected by the Dauphin here, For thus his royalty doth speak in me.
Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin Sands. He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should: This news was brought to Richard but even now. This apish and unmannerly approach,
The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. This harness'd masque, and unadvis'd revel, K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, This unhair'd sauciness, and boyish troops, And will not let me welcome this good news. The king doth smile at; and is well prepard Set on towards Swinstead; to my litter straight; To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. From out the circle of his territories.
(Exeunt. That hand, which had the strength, even at your door,
SCENE IV. The same. Another part of the To cudgel yon, and make you take the hatch;
same. To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells; To crouch in litter of your stable planks ;
Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, Bigot, and others. To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and sal. I did not think the king so slor'd with trunks ;
friends. To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out Pem. Up once again; put spirit in the French; In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake, If they miscarry, we miscarry too. Even at the crying of your nation's crow, Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ; In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.
Pem. They say, King John, sore sick, hath left
Enter a Messenger. the field.
Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin ? Enter Melun, wounded, and led by Soldiers. Lew.
Here :- What news 1
Mess. The count Melon is slain; the English Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here.
lords, Sal. When we were happy we had other names. By his persuasion, are again fallen off: Pem. It is the Count Melun.
And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, Sal.
Wounded to death. Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin Sands. Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and Low. Ah, foul shrewd news!-Beshrew thy very sold;
heart! Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
I did not think to be so sad to-night,
King John did fly, an hour or two before
Lew. Well; keep good quarter, and good care
Hub. Who's there ? speak, hol speak quickly,
or I shoot. Since I must lose the use of all deceit ?
Bast. A friend :-What art thou ? Why should I then be false : since it is true
Hub. That I must die here, and live hence by truth?
of the part of England. I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
Bast. Whither dost thou go? He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours
Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I
Bast. Hubert, I think.
Thou hast a perfect thought :
I will, upon all hazards, well believe,
well : Paying the fine of rated treachery, Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives,
Who art thou ?
Bast. If Lewis by your assistance win the day.
Who thon wilt: an if thon please, Commend me to one Hubert, with your king ;
Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think The love of him,-and this respect besides,
I come one way of the Plantagenets. For that my grandsire was an Englishman,
Hub. Unkind remembrance I thou, and eyeless Awakes my conscience to confess all this.
night, In lien whereof, I pray you, bear me hence
Have done me shame :-Brave soldier, pardon From forth the noise and rumour of the field;
me, Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Should'Scape the true acquaintance of mine
That any accent, breaking from thy tongue,
Bast. Come, come : sans compliment, what
news abroad 2
Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of But I do love the favour and the form
night, of this most fair occasion, by the which
To find you out. We will untread the steps of damned flight;
Bast. Brief, then ; and what's the news? And, like a bated and retired flood,
Hub. O, my sweet sir, news filling to the night, Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. Stoop low within those bounds we have o'er
Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill news; look'd,
I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.
Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk :
The better arm you to the sudden time,
Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to flight:
him ? And happy newness, that intends old right. [Exeunt, leading off Melun. Whose bowels
suddenly burst out:
Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain,
Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty!
Hub. Why know you not ? the lords are all
At whose request the king hath pardon's them,
Away, before! conduct me to the king; The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burned;
My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
Whigh holds but till thy news be uttered : Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot. And then all this thou seest, is but a clod, P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood And module of confounded 'royalty: Is tonch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Bast. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling- Where, heaven die knows, how we shall answer house)
him : Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, For, in a night, the best part of my power, Foreiell the ending of mortality.
As I upon alvantage did remove,
Were in the washes, all onwarily,
Devoured by the unexpected flood.
[The King dies. belief,
Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead
My liege! my lord !--But now a king, now thus.
P. Hen. Even so inust I run on, and even so P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard stop. here.
What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, Doth he still rage ?
[Erit Bigot. When this was now a king, and now is clay! Pem.
He is more patient Bast. Ait thou gone so ? 1 do but stay behind,
ed faiths ;
Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought,
The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
And brings from him such offers of our peace
As we with honour and respect may take,
Bast. He will the rather do it when he sees
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already : K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow. For many carriages he bath despatch'd roon;
To the seaside, and put his cause and quarrel
With other princes that may best be spared,
Thither shall it then.
And true subjection everlastingly.
To rest without a spot for evermore,
you thanks, That might relieve you!
And knows not how to do it, bnt with tears. K. John.
The salt in them is hot. Bast. O, let us pay the time but needful wo,
This England never did (nor never shall)
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Now these her princes are come home again,
If England to itself do rest but true. (Eseund
KING RICHARD THE SECOND.
KING RICHARD THE SECOND.
Earl of Northumberland. EDMUND of Langley, Duke of
HENRY PERCY, his Son. York,
Uncles to Lord Rose. Lord Willoughby. Lord Fitzwater JOHN of Gaunt, Duke of Lan the King Bishop of Carlisle. Abbot of Westminster. caster,
Lord Marshal; and another Lord. HENRY, surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke SIR PIERCE of Exton.
of Hereford, Son to John of Gaunt; afler- SIR STEPHEN SCROOP. wards King Henry IV.
Captain of a Band of Welshmen.
Queen to King Richard.
Duchess of Gloster.
Duchess of York.
Lady attending on the Qucen.
ers, Keeper, Groom, and other Attendants. SCENE-dispersedly in England and Wales.
Too good to be so, and too bad to live : SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky,
The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. Enter King Richard, attended : John of Gaunt, Once more, the more to aggravate the note, and other Nobles with him.
With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd And wish, (so please my sovereign, ere I move, Lancaster,
What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,
may prove. Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my Here to make good the boisterous late appeal,
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this: him,
Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say: Or worthily as a good subject should,
First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me On some known ground of treachery in him ? From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that ar. Which else would post, until it had return'd gument,
These terms of treason doubled down his throat. On some apparent danger seen in him,
Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
Call him-a slanderons coward, and a villain : And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear which to maintain, I would allow him odds; The accuser, and the accused, freely speak: And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot
| Ereunt some Attendants. Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, High stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Or any other ground inhabitable In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.
Mean time, let this defend my loyalty, -
By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw Boling. Many years of happy days befall
Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; And lay aside my high blood's royalty,
If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; flatters lis,
By that, and all the rights of knighthood else, As well appeareth by the cause you come: Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.- What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? Which gently lay'd my knighthood on my Boling. First, (heaven be the record to my shoulder, speech!)
I'll answer thee in any fair degree, In the devotion of a subject's love,
Or chivalrous design of knighủy trial; Tendering the precious safety of my prince, And when I mount, alive may I not light, And free from other misbegotten hate,
If I be traitor, or unjustly fight!
Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant;
it true ;