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Set thou at liberty! the fat ribs of peace
Hubert shall be your man, attend on you
With all true duly. - On toward Calais, ho! (Exeuns.
dants. (If ever I remember to be holy,)
K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand.
A whole armado of convicted sail Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousin !
Is scatter'dand disjoin’d from fellowship. K. John. Coz, farewell!
(Exit Bastard. Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. Eli. Come hither, little kinsman; hark, a word! K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run so ill?
(She takes Arthur aside. Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? K. John. Come hither, Hubert! O my gentle Hubert, Arthur ta'en prisoner ? divers dear friends slain? We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh
And bloody England into England gone, There is a soul, counts thee her creditor,
O'erbearing interruption, spite of France? And with advantage means to pay thy love.
Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified: And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd, Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, Give me thy hand! I had a thing to say,
Doth want example. Who hath read, or heard, But I will fit it with some better time.
Ofany kindred action like to this? By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd
K. Phi. Well could I bear, that England had this To say, what good respect I have of thee.
praise, Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty.
So we could find some pattern of our shame. K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so
Enter CoxsTANCE. yet,
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul,
In the vile prison of afflicted breath.
I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me!
Const. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace! Attended with the pleasures of the world,
K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle ConIs all too wanton, and too full of gawds,
stance! To give me audience. - Ifthe midnight bell
Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, But that, which ends all counsel, true redress, Sound one unto the drowsy race of night,
Death, death. - O amiable lovely death!
Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
And stop this gap of breath with falsume dust,
And bea carrion monster like thyself. Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes,
Come, grin on me, and I will think thon smil'st, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
And huss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, Without atongue, using conceit alone,
0, come to me! Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words: K. Phi. O fair amliction, peace! Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,
Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry.-I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts.
O, that my tongue were in the twider's mouth! But ah, I will not: - yet I love thee well;
Then with a passion would I shake the world,
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow.
Const. Thou art not holy to belie meso,
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost;
0, if I could, what grief should I forget! Hub. And I will keep him so,
Preach some philosophy, to make me mad, That he shall not offend your majesty.
And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal ; K. John, Death.
For, being not mad, but sensible of grief, Hub. My lord ?
My reasonable part produces reason, K. John. A grave.
How I may be deliver'd ofthese woes, Hub. Ile shall not live.
And teaches me to kill, or hang myself. K. John. Enough!
If I were mad, I should forget my son; I could be merry now. Hubert, I love thee;
Or madly think, a babe of clont's were he.
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
The different plague of each calamity,
K. Phi. Bind up those tresses! o, what lovel note Eli. My blessing go with thee!
in the fair multitude of those her hairs ! K. John, For Englaud, cousin:
Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
Ascepter, snatch'd with an unruly hand,
Mustbe as boisterously maintain’d, as gain'd:
Andhe, that stands upon a slippery place,
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
That John may stand, then Arthar needs must fall;
So be it, for it cannot be but so.
May then make all the claim, that Arthurdid.
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
Pand. How green are you,and fresh in this old world!
John lays you plots, the times conspire with you;
For he, that steeps his safety in true blood,
Shall find bat bloody safety, and untrue.
Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal ;
To check his reign, but they will cherish it.
No natural exhalation in the sky,
Noscape of nature, no distemper'd day,
No common wind, no customed event,
But they will pluck away his natural cause,
And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs,
Abortives, présages, and tongues of heaven,
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.
Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life,
But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
child. Even at that news he dies : and then the hearts
And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath,
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.
And, 0, what better matter breeds for yon,
Than I have nam’d! - The bastard Faulconbridge
Is now in England, ransacking the church,
Offending charity. Ifbut a dozen French
To train ten thousand English to their side,
Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
K. Phi. I fear some outrage,and I'll follow her. [Exit. What may be wrought out of their discontent.
For England go! I will whet on the king.
Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions. Let us go!
SCENE I. Northampton. A room in the castle.
Enter HUBERT and two Attendants.
Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and, look thou stand
Within the arras! when I strike my foot
Fast to the chair! be heedful! hence, and watch!
Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! Fear not you: look to't!—
Arth. Good morrow,
Hub, Good morrow, little prince!
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title
To be more prince,) as may be. - You are sad.
Arth. Mercy on me!
Methinks, nobody should be sad, but I ;
Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as sad, as night,
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Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
Whatever torment you do put me to. I should be as merry, as the day is long.
Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him! And so I would be here, but that I doubt,
1 Attend. am best pleas’d to be from such a deed. My uncle practises more harm to me.
[Exeunt Attendants. He is afraid of me, and I of him:
Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend; Is it my fault, that I was Geffrey's son?
He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart. No, indeed, is't not. And I would to heaven,
Let him come back, that his compassion may
Give life to yours.
Arth. Is there no remedy?
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day. Arth. o șeaven! - that there were but a mote in
Any annoyance in that precious sense!
[Aside. Hub. Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue! Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
Arth. Habert, the utterance of a brace of tongues I must be brief, lest resolution drop
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes. Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears.
Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, Hubert! Can you not read it? is it not fair writ?
Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect. So I may keep minceyes! O, spare mine eyes! Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Though to nouse, but still to look on you! Hub. Young boy, I must.
Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold, Arth. And will you?
And would not harm me. Hub. And I will.
Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. Have you the heart? when your head did but Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, ake,
Being create for comfort, to be us’d I knit handkerchief about your brows,
Inuudeserv'd extremes. See else yourself;a (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,)
There is no malice in this burning coal;
The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out,
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy.
Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, Saying, What lack you? and, where lies your grief? And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert ; Or, What good love may I perform for you? Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes, Mauy a poor man's son would have lain' still,
And, like a dog, that is compellid to fight, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;
Snatch at his master, that doth tarre him on.
All things, that you should use to do me wrong,
That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, estends,
For all the treasure, that thine uncle owes :
Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, Hub. I have sworn to doit;
With this same very iron to burn them out.
Arth. (), now you look like Hubert ! all this while
Hub. Peace! no more. Adieu !
dead. And queneh his fiery indignation,
l'll fill these dogged spies with false reports. Even in the matter of mine innocence;
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not offend thee.
Hub. Silence; no more! Go closely in with me!
(Exeunt. I would not have believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's. SCENE II. The same. A room of state in the palace. Hub. Come forth!
(Stamps. Enter King John, crowned; Pembroke, Salisbury, Re-enter Attendants, with cords, irons, etc. and other Lords. The king takes his state. Doas I bid you do.
K. John. Here once again we sit, once again crown'd,
Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,
The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;
Sal. Therefore, to be possess’d with double pomp,
To guard a title, that was rich before,
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
The el Doth
To brez If, wha Whytt
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To throw a perfume on the violet,
| The suit, which you demand, is gone and dead.
He tells us, Arthur is deceas'd to-night
Sal. Indeed, we fear'd his sickness was past cure.
Before the child himself felt, he was sick.
K. John. Why do you bend such solemn brows on me?
Think you, I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
That greatness should so grossly offerit.
So thrive it in your game! and so farewell!
And find the inheritance of this poor child,
That blood, which ow'd the breath of all this isle,
To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt.
(Exeunt Lords. As patches, set upon a little breach,
K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent;
There is no sure foundation set in blood,
No certain life achiev'd by others' death.
Enter a Messenger.
That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?
So foula sky clears not without a storm:
K.John. Some reasons of this double coronation Mess. From France to England. Never such a
Was levied in the body of a land !
For, when you should be told, they do prepare,
The tidings come, that they are all arriv’d.
Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care?
That such an army could be drawn in France,
And she not hear of it?
Mess. My liege, her ear
Your noble mother, and, as I hear, my lord,
The lady Constance in a frenzy died
Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue
I idly heard; if true, or false, I know not.
O, make a league with me, till I have pleas'd
How wildly then walks my estate in France!-
Under whose conduct came those powers of France,
That thou for truth giv'st out, are landed here?
Mess. Under the Dauphin.
Enter the Bastard, and Peter of Pomfret.
With these ill tidings. - Now, what says the world
My head with more ill news, for it is fuil.
K. John. Bear with me, cousin ! for I was amaz'd
Under the tide: but now I breathe again
Aloft the flood, and can give audience
To any tongue, speak it of what it will.
Bast. How I have sped among the clergymen,
The sums I have collected shall express.
I find the people strangely fantasied,
Possess’d with rumours, full of idle dreams,
Not knowing, what they fear, but full of fear:
From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found
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That, ere the next Ascension-day at noon,
Of dangerons majesty, when, perchance, it frowns
earth And on that day at noon, whereon, he says,
Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal I shall yield up my crown, let him be hauga!
Witness against us to damnation ! Deliver him to safety, and return,
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, For I must use thee. - O my gentle consin,
Makes deeds ill done! Hadest not thou been by, ? (Exit Hubert, with Peter. A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd ? Quoted, and signed, to do a deei of shame, Bast. The French, my lord; men's mouths are full This murder had not come into my mind. ofit.
But, taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect, Besides, I metlord Bigot, and lord Salisbury, Finding thee fit for bloody villainy, (With eyes as red, as new-enkindled fire,).
Apt, liable, to be employ'd in danger, And others more, going to seek the grave
I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death, Of Arthur, who, they say, is kill'd to-night
And thou, to be endeared to a king, On your suggestion.
Made it no conscience to destroy a prince. K. John. Gentle kinsman, go,
Hub. My lord, And thrust thyself into their companies !
K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or made a I have a way to win their loves again;
pause, Bring them before me!
When I spake darkly, what I purposed, Bast. I will seek them out.
Or turu’d an eye of doubt upon my face K.John. Nay,but make haste; the better foot before.- As bid me tell my tale in express words, 0, let me have no subject enemies,
Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, When adverse foreigners affright my towns
And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me. With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!
But thou didst understand me by my signs,
And didst in signs again parley with sin ;
[Exit. The deed, which both our tongues held vile to name.
My nobles leave me, and my state is brav'd, Some messenger betwixt me and the peers;
Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers,
Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,
Hostility and civil tumult reigns
Between my conscience, and my cousin's death. Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen to Hub. Arm you against your other enemies, night;
I'll make a peace between your soul and you: Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
Young Arthur is alive. This hand of mine The other four, in wond’rous motion.
Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand, K. John. Five moons ?
Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. Hub. Old men, and beldams, in the streets
Within this bosom never enter'd yet
The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought,
Is yet the cover of a fairer mind,
K. John. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers,
And make them tame to their obedience!
Forgive the comment, that my passion made
0, answer not, but to my closet bring Told of a many thousand warlike French,
The angry lords, with all expedient haste!
I conjure thee but slowly, run more fast!
SCENE III. –The same. Before the castle.
Enter ARTHUR, on the walls.
Arth. The wall is high; and yet will I leap down.
If I get down, and do not break my limbs,
As good to die, and go, as die, and stay. (Leaps down.
O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones :—,
Heaven, take my soul, and England keep my bones!
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