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To give us warrant from the hand of heaven;
Hail, noble prince of France!
back; I am too high-born to be propertied, To be a secondary at control, Or useful serving-man, and instrument, To any sovereign state throughout the world. Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars Between this chástis'd kingdom and myself, And brought in matter that should feed this fire; And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out With that same weak wind which enkindled it. You taught me how to know the face of right, Acquainted me with interest to this land, Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart; And come you now to tell me, John hath made His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? I, by the honour of my marriage-bed, I After young Arthur, claim this land for mine; And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back, Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne, , What men provided, what munition sent, To underprop this action? is't not I, That undergo this charge? who else but I,
And such as to my claim are liable,
Pand. You look but on the outside of this work.
Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return
[Trumpet sounds. What lusty, trumpet thus doth summon us?
Enter the Bastard, attended.
Bast. According to the fair play of the world,
Pan. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,
Bast. By all the blood that ever fury breath’d,
as I have bank'd their towns?] i. e. sailed along the banks of the river.
drew this gallant head of war,] i. e, assembled it, drew it out into the field.
outlook —). i. e. down, bear down by a how of magnanimity.
The youth says well:--Now hear our English king;
, To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake, Even at the crying of your nation's crow, 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; And like an eagle o'er his aiery towers, To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.-And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, You bloody Neroes, ripping
up the womb Of
your dear mother England, blush for shame: For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids, Like Amazons, come tripping after drums; Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,
take the hatch;] To take the hatch, is to leap the hatch. To take a: hedge or a ditch is the hunter's phrase.
in concealed wells ;] Concealed wells are wells in concealed or obscure situations; viz. in places secured from public notice.
of your nation's crow,] i. e. at the crowing of a cock; gallus meaning both a cock and a Frenchman.
his aiery towers,] An aiery is the nest of an eagle,
Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts
Give me leave to speak.
We will attend to neither:Strike
the drums; and let the tongue of war Plead for our interest, and our being here. 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 loud as thine; Sound but another, and another shall, Aș loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear, And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand (Not trusting to this haiting legate here, Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,) Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits A bare-ribb’d death, whose office is this day To feast upon whole thousands of the French. Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger
out, Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt.
* Their neelds to lances,] i. e. needles.
The same. A Field of Battle.
Alarums. Enter King John and HUBERT. K. John. How goes the day with us? O, tell me,
Hubert. Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty ? K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so
long, Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick!
Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulcon
bridge, Desires your majesty to leave the field; And send him word by me, which way you go. K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead," to the
abbey there. Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great supply, That was expected by the Dauphin here, Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands. This news was brought to Richard but even now: The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.
K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, And will not let me welcome this good news... Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight; Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. (Exeunt.
Swinstead,] i. e. Swineshead.
Richard ---] Sir Richard Faulconbridge ;-and yet the King, a little before, (Act III. sc. ii.) calls him by his original name of Philip. STEEVENS.