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Enter PeMBROKE, SALISBURY, and Bigot.
Hub. I am no villain. Sal. Lords, I will meet him at saint Edmund's Bury. Sal. Must I rub the law ? [Drawing his sword. It is our safety, and we must embrace
Bast. Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again! This gentlc offer of the perilous time.
Sal. Not, till I sheath it in a murderer's skin. Pem. Who brought that letter from the cardinal? Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, I say ! Sal. The count Melun, a noble lord of France, By heaven, I think, my sword's as
sharp as yours :
Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend
Šal. Thou art a murderer.
Yet I am none. Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, With our pure honours, nor attend the foot,
Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. That leaves the print of blood, where-e'er it walks. Pem. Čut him to pieces ! Return, and tell him so : we know the worst. Bast. Keep the peace, I say! Bast. Whate'er you think, good words, I think, were Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulconbridge. best.
Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury. Sul. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now.
If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Bast. But there is little reason in your grief.: Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, Therefore, 'twere reason, you had manners now. I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime! Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege. Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, Bast. 'Tis truc; to hurt his master, no man else. That you shall think, the devilis come from hell. Sal. This is the prison. What is he lies here? Big: What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge?
(Seeing Arthur. Second a villain, and a murderer? Pem. O death, made proud with pure and princely Hlub. Lord Bigot, I am none. beauty
Big. Who kill'd this prince? The earth hath not a hole to hide this deed.
Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well. Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath done,
I honour'd him, I lov'd him, and will weep Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge.
My date of lifeout for his sweet life's loss. Big. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave,
Šal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes ! Fonnd it too precious-princely for a grave.
For villainy is not without such rheum,
Away, with me, all you whose souls abhor
Forlam stitled with this smell of sin. The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, Big. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire us out. The wildest savag'ry, the vilest stroke,
(Exeunt Lords. That ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage,
Bast. Here's a good world! -Knew you of this fair Presented to the tears of soft remorse.
work? Pem. All murders past do stand excus'd in this: Beyond the infinite and boundless reach And this, so sole, and so unmatchable,
of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Shall give a holiness, a purity,
Art thou damn'd, Hubert. To the yet unbegotten sin of time,
Hub. Do but hear me, sir! And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest,
Bast. Ha! I'll tell thee what: Exampled by this heinous spectacle.
Thou art damn'd as black — nay, nothing is so black; Bast. It is a damned and a bloody work,
Thou art more deep damn’d, than prince Lucifer. The graceless action of a heavy hand,
There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell, If that it be the work of any hand.
As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. Sal. If that it be the work of any hand ?
Hub. Upon my soul, — We had a kind of light, what would ensue:
Bast. If thou didst but consent It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand,
To this most cruel act, do but despair! The practice, and the purpose, of the king - And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread, From whose odedience I forbid my soul,
That ever spider twisted from her womb, Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,
Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be And breathing to his breathless excellence
A beam to hang thee on; or, would'st thou drown The incense of avow, a holy vow :
thyself, Never to taste the pleasures of the world,
Put but a little water in a spoon, Never to be infected with delight,
And it shall be as all the ocean, Nor conversant with ease and idleness,
Enough to stifle such a villain up.Till I have set a glory to this hand,
I do suspect thee very grievously. By giving it the worship of revenge.
Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, Pem. Big. Our souls religiously confirm thy words. Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath, Enter HUBERT.
Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
I left him well.
I am amaz’d, methinks, and lose my way
Among the thorns and dangers of this world.- (Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust!
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire; The life, the right, and truth of all this realm
Threaten the threat’ner, and outface the brow
of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes,
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
Away, and glister, like the god of war, And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace:
When he intendeth to become the field ! Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Show boldness, and aspiring confidence. Meet in one line, and vast confusion waits,
What, shall they seek thelion in his den, As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,
And fright him there? and make him tremble there?
0, let it not be said ! Forage, and run
K.John. The legate of the pope hath been with me,
And I have made a happy peace with him ; And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. (Exeunt. And he hath promis'd, to dismiss the powers,
Led by the Dauphin.
Bust. O inglorious league!
Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy, K. John. Thus have! yielded up into your hand A cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields, The circle of my glory.
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil, Pand. Take again [Giving John the crown. Mocking the air with colours idly spread, From this my hand, as holding of the pope,
And find no check? Letus, my liege, to arms!
Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace,
They saw, we had a purpose of defence.
K.John. Have thou the ordering of this present time! To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd! Bast.Away then,with good courage ! yet, I know, Our discontented counties do revolt,
Our party may well meet a prouder foe. Our people quarrel with obedience,
SCENE II. A plain, near St Edmund's-Bury. Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,
Enter, in arms, Lewis, SALISBURY, Melun, PEMBROKE, To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
Bigot, and Soldiers. This inundation of mistemper'd humour
Lew. My lord Melun, let this be copied out, Rests by you only to be qualified.
And keep it safe for our remembrance ! Then pause not! for the present time's so sick, Return the precedent to these lords again, That present medicine must be minister'd,
That, having our fair order written down, Or overthrow incurable ensues.
Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes, Pand. It was my breath, that blew this tempest up, May know, wherefore we took the sacrament, Upon your stubborn usage of the pope:
And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.
Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken.
To your proceedings, yet, believe me, prince,
I am not glad, that such a sore of time
K.John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the prophet And heal the inveterate canker of one wound,
By making many. O, it grieves my soul,
To be a widow-maker. 0, and there,
Where honourable rescue, and defence,
Cries out upon the name of Salisbury.
That, for the health and physic of our right,
And is't not pity, O my grieved friends! And wild amazement hurries up and down
That we, the sons and children of this isle, The little number of your doubtful friends.
Were born to see so sad an hour as this?
Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Upon the spot of this enforced cause,)
T H: TI T! TE AC TE
And grapple thee unto a pagan shore,
And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?
Pand. You look but on the outside of this work.
Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return,
As to my ample hope was promised,
Before I drew this gallant head of war,
And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world,
To outlook conquest, and to win renown
Even in the jaws of danger and of death. -
[Trumpet sounds. My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?
Enter the Bastard, attended.
Bast. According to the fair play of the world,
I come, to learn, how you have dealt for him;
And, as you answer, I do know the scope
And warrant limited unto my tongue.
And will not temporize with my entreaties.
He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.
Bast. By all the blood, that ever fury breath'd,
Heis prepar'd, and reason too, he should.
This apish and unmannerly approach,
This unhaird sauciness, and boyish troops,
The king doth smile at, and is well prepar'd
To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms,
From out the circle of his territories.
That hand, which had the strength, even at your door,
To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch,
To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells,
To crouch in litter of your stable planks,
To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks,
To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out
In vaults and prisons, and to thrill, and shake,
Thinking his voice an armed Englishman
Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
That in your chambers gave you chastisement?
No, know, the gallant monarch is in arms,
To souse annoyance, that comes near his nest. -
And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts,
You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb
Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts
We grant, thou canst outscold us: fare thee well! Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart;
We hold our time too precious to be spent
Bast. No, I will speak.
Lew. We will attend to neither:
Bast.Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out;
And so shall you, being beaten. Do but start
An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd,
That shall reverberate all as lond, as thine.
Sound but another, and another shall,
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand
(Not trusting to this halting legate here, To win this easy match, play'd for a crown?
Whom he hath us'd rather for sport, than need,)
Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits
Commend me to one Hubert, with your king; A bare-ribb’s death, whose office is this day The love of him, - and this respect besides, To feast upon whole thousands of the French. For that my grandsire was an Englishman, Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. Awakes my conscience to confess all this. Bust. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt. In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence
(Exeunt. From forth the noise and rumour of the field; SCENE III. - The same. A field of battle. Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts
Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert. In peace, and part this body and my soul K. John. How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hu- With contemplation and devout desires. bert!
Sal. We do believe thee,- and beshrew
We will untread the steps of damned flight;
And, like a bated and retired flood,
valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge, Leaving our rankness and irregular course, Desires your majesty to leave the field,
Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd,
My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence;
Right in thine eye. Away, my friends! New flight;
[Exeunt, leading off" Melun. The French fight coldly, and relire themselves.
K. John. Al me! this tyrant fever burns me up, SCENE V. - The same. The French camp.
Enter Lewis and his Train,
When the English measur'd backward their own
Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, Bigot, and others. In faint retire. 0, bravely came we off,
And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up,
Enter a Messenger,
Lew, Here. What news?
And your supply, which you have wish'd so long,
Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands.
Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news! - Beshrew thy very
I did not think to be so sad to-night,
As this hath made me.
Who was he, that said,
King John did fly, an honr or two before
Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
night! Upon the altar at St Edmund's-Bury,
The day shall not be up so soon as I,
To try the fair adventure of to-morrow,
An open place in the neighbourhood
of Świnsteud-Abbey. Retaining but a quantity of life,
Enter the Bastard and Hubert, meeting Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax
Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I Resolveth from his figure'gainst the fire ?
shoot. What in the world should make me now deceive, Bast. A friend. What art thou? Since I must lose the use of all deceit?
Hub. Of the part of England. Why should I then be false? since it is true,
Bast. Whither dost thou go? That I must die here, and live hence by truth?
Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I demand I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours
Bust. Hubert, I think. Behold another day break in the east:
Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought; But even this night, - whose black contagious breath I will, upon all hazards, well believe, Already smokes about the burning crest
Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well.
Who art thou?
Thou may'st befriend me so much, as so think,
Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou, and eyeless night,
P. Is to
Have done me shame. Brave soldier, pardon me, That all my bowels crumble np to dust.
I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
P. Hen. How fares your majesty ?
And none of you will bid the winter come,
To thrust his icy fingers in my maw,
Through my burn'd bosom, nor entreat the north,
And comfort me with cold. I do not ask you much,
And so ingrateful, you deny me that.
That might relieve you!
K. John. The salt in them is hot. -
On unreprievable condemned blood.
Enter the Bastard.
K.John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye:
And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should sail,
My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
Which holds but till thy news be uttered;
And then all this, thou see'st, is but a clod,
And module of confounded royalty.
Bast. The Dauphiu is preparing hitherward,
Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him;
As Iupon advantage did remove,
Enter Prince HENRY, SALISBURY, and Bigor. Devoured by the unexpected flood. (The King dies.
Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an ear.Is touch'd corruptibly, and his pure brain
My liege! my lord !- But now a king, - now thus. (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling- P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so stop. house)
What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,
When this was now a king, and now is clay!
Bast. 'Art thon gone so? I do but stay behind,
To do the office for thee of revenge ;
As it on earth hath been thy servant still.-
Now, now, you stars, that move in your right spheres,
Where be your powers?Show now your meuded faiths,
(Exit Bigot. To push destruction, and perpetual shame,
Out of the weak door of our fainting land !
P. Hen. O vanity of sickness ! Fierce extremes, The Dauphin rages at our very heels.
As we with honour and respect may take,
Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
For many carriages he hath despatch'd
To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel Sal. Be of good comfort, prince! for you are born
To the disposing of the cardinal, To set a form upon that indigest,
With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, Which he hath left so shapeless and so rnde.
If you think meet, this afternoon will post
To cónsummate this business happily.
With other princes, that may best be spard,
P. Hen. Ai Worcester must his body be interr’d;