-Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone!

Hub, I am no villain.

Sal. Muft I rob the law?

[Drawing bis Sword. Faule. Your fword is bright, Sir, put it up again. Sal. Not till I fheath it in a murd'rer's skin.

Hub. Stand back, Lord Salisbury; ftand back, I fay; By heav'n, I think, my fword's as fharp as yours. I would not have you, Lord, forget yourself, Nor tempt the danger of my true defence Left I, by marking of your rage, forget Your worth, your greatness, and nobility.

Bigot. Out, dunghill! dar'ft thou brave a Nobleman? Hub. Not for my life; but yet I dare defend My innocent life against an Emperor.

Sal. Thou art a murd❜rer.

Hub. Do not prove me fo; 2

Yet, I am none.

Whose tongue foe'er speaks false,

Not truly fpeaks; who speaks not truly, lies.
Pemb. Cut him to pieces.

Faulc. Keep the peace, I say.

Sal. Stand by, or I fhall gaul you, Faulconbridge.
Faulc. Thou wert better gaul the devil, Salisbury.
If thou but frown on me, or ftir thy foot,
Or teach thy hafty fpleen to do me shame,
I'll ftrike thee dead. Put up thy fword betime,
Or I'll fo maul you, and your tofting-iron,

That you fhall think, the devil is come from hell.
Bigot. What will you do, renowned Faulconbridge? ·
Second a villain, and a murderer?

Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.

Bigot. Who kill'd this Prince?

Hub. 'Tis not an hour fince I left him well: I honour'd him, I lov'd him, and will weep

My date of life out, for his sweet life's lofs.

Sal. Truft not thofe cunning waters of his eyes,
For villainy is not without fuch rheum;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorfe and innocence.
Away with me all you, whose fouls abhor
Th' uncleanly favour of a flaughter-house,
For I am stifled with the fmell of fin.

Bigot. Away tow'rd Bury, to the Dauphin there.
Pemb. There, tell the King, he may enquire us out.

SCENE

[Exeunt Lords.

VII.

Faulc. Here's a good world. Knew you of this fair work?

Beyond the infinite and boundless reach

Of mercy, if thou did'ft this deed of death

Art thou damn'd, Hubert.

Hub. Do but hear me, Sir.

Faulc. Ha! I'll tell thee what,

Thou'rt damn'd fo black-nay, nothing is fo black; Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer.

There is not yet fo ugly a fiend of hell

As thou fhalt be, if thou didst kill this child.
Hub. Upon my foul-

Faulc. If thou didst but confent

To this moft cruel act, do but despair,

And if thou want'it a cord, the smallest thread,
That ever spider twifted from her womb,

Will ftrangle thee; a rush will be a beam

To hang thee on: or wouldst thou drown thyself,
Put but a little water in a spoon,
And it fhall be as all the ocean,
Enough to stifle fuch a villain up.

1 do fufpect thee very grievously.

Hub. If I in act, confent, or fin of thought, Be guilty of the stealing that fweet breath,

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Which

Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Let hell want pains enough to torture me!
I left him well.

Faulc. Go, bear him in thine arms.
I am amaz'd, methinks, and lose my way
Among the thorns and dangers of this world.
How easy doft thou take all England up!
From forth this morfel of dead Royalty,
The life, the right, and truth of all this Realm
Is fled to heav'n; and England now is left
To tug and scramble, and to part by th' teeth
The un-owed intereft of proud-fwelling State.
Now for the bare-pickt bone of Majesty,
Doth dogged war bristle his angry creft;
And fnarleth in the gentle eyes of peace.
Now Pow'rs from home and difcontents at home
Meet in one line: and vaft confufion waits
(As doth a Raven on a fick, fall'n beast)
The imminent Decay of wrested Pomp. 3
Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can
Hold out this tempeft. Bear away that child,
And follow me with fpeed; I'll to the King;
A thousand bufineffes are brief at hand,

And heav'n itself doth frown upon the Land. [Exeunt.

3 The imminent decay of wrested pomp.] Wrefied pomp is greatnes obtained by violence.

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ACT V. SCENE I.

The Court of ENGLAND.

Enter King John, Pandulpho, and Attendants.

TH

K. JOHN.

HUS I have yielded up into your hand
The circle of my Glory. [Giving the Crown.
Pand. Take again

From this my hand, as holding of the Pope,
Your fovereign Greatness and Authority.

K. John. Now keep your holy word; go meet the
French,

And from his Holinefs ufe all your power
To ftop their Marches, 'fore we are inflam'd.
Our discontented Counties do revolt;
Our people quarrel with obedience;
Swearing allegiance, and the love of foul,
To stranger blood, to foreign Royalty;
This inundation of miftemper'd humour
Refts by you only to be qualify'd.
Then pause not; for the prefent time's fo fick,
That present medicine must be miniftred,

Or Overthrow incurable infues.

Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempeft up, Upon your stubborn ufage of the Pope :

But fince you are a gentle convertite,

My tongue fhall hush again this ftorm of war;
And make fair weather in your bluft'ring Land.
On this Afcenfion-Day, remember well,

Upon your oath of fervice to the Pope,

Go I to make the French lay down their arms.

[Exit.

K. John. Is this Afcenfion-day? did not the Prophet Say, that before Afcenfion-day at noon

My Crown I should give off? even so I have:
I did fuppofe, it should be on constraint;
But, heav'n be thank'd, it is but voluntary.

Enter Faulconbridge.

Faule. All Kent hath yielded, nothing there holds out
But Dover-Castle: London hath receiv'd,

Like a kind hoft, the Dauphin and his Powers.
Your Nobles will not hear you, but are gone
To offer fervice to your enemy;

And wild amazement hurries up and down
The little number of your doubtful friends.

K. John. Would not my Lords return to me again,
After they heard, young Arthur was alive?

Faulc. They found him dead, and caft into the streets,
An empty casket, where the jewel, life,
By fome damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away.
K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live.
Faulc. So on my foul he did, for aught he knew:
But wherefore do you droop? why look you fad?
Be great in act, as you have been in thought:
Let not the world fee fear and fad diftruft
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:

Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threatner, and out-face the brow
Of bragging horror: fo fhall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviours from the Great,
Grow great by your example; and put on
The dauntless spirit of refolution.
Away, and glifter like the God of war,
When he intendeth to become the field;
Shew boldness and afpiring confidence.
What, fhall they seek the Lion in his den,

And fright him there? and make him tremble there?
Oh, let it not be faid! Forage, and run +

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Forage, and run] To forage is here used in its original fenfe, for to range abroad.

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