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Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers: Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege. Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,
Bast. 'Tis true; to hurt his master, no man else, This kingdom, this confine of blood and breath, Sal. This is the prison : What is he lies here? Hostility and civil tumult reigns
(Seeing Arthur. Between my conscience, and my cousin's death. Pem. O death, made proud with pure and princeHub. Arm you against your other enemies,
ly beauty! I'll make a peace between your soul and you. The earth had not a hole to hide this deed. Young Arthur is alive: This hand of mine
Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath done, Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,
Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge. Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. Big. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave, Within this bosom never enter'd yet
Found it too precious-princely for a grave, The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought, Sal. Sir Richard, what think you? Have you And you have slanderd nature in my form;
beheld, Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,
Or have you read, or heard ? or could you think? Is yet the cover of a fairer mind
Or do you almost think, although you see, Than to be butcher of an innocent child.
That you do see? could thought, without this object, K. John. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thce to Form such another ? This is the very top, the peers,
The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, Throw this report on their incensed rage, of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, And make them tame to their obedience !
The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke,
Pem. All murders past do stand excus'd in this : Presented thee more hideous than thou art. And this, so sole, and so unmatchable, 0, answer not; but to my closet bring
Shall give a holiness, a purity,
Exampled by this heinous spectacle.
Basi. It is a damned and a bloody work; ter Arthur, on the walls.
The graceless action of a heavy hand, Arth. The wall is high ; and yet will I leap If that it be the work of any hand. down :
Sal. If that it be the work of any hand ?Good ground, be pitiful, and hurt me not! - We had a kind of light, what would ensue: There's few, or none, do know me; if they did, It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand; This ship-boy's semblance hath disguis'd me quite. The practice, and the purpose, of the king :I am afraid ; and yet I'U venture it.
From whose obedience I forbid my soul, If I get down, and do not break my limbs, Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life, I'll find a thousand shifts to get away :
And breathing to his breathless excellence, As good to die, and go, as dic, and stay. The incense of a vow, a holy vow;
(Leaps down. Never to taste the pleasures of the world, O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones :- Never to be infected with delight, Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones ! Nor conversant with ease and idleness,
(Dies. Till I have set a glory to this hand, Enter Pembroke, Salisbury, and Bigot. By giving it the worship of revenge. Sal. Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmund's
Pem. Big. Our souls religiously confirm thy
Hub. Lords, I am hot with hastc in seeking you s Sal. The Count Melun, a noble lord of France ; Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you. Whose private with me, of the dauphin's love,
Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death :Is much more general than these lines importa
Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! Big. To-morrow morning let us meet him then.
Hub. I am no villain. Sal. Or, rather then set forward: for 'twill be
Must I rob the law? Two long days' journey, lords, or e'er we meet.
(Drawing his sword.
Bast. Your sword is bright, sir; put it up again. Enter the Bastard.
Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin. Bast. Once more to-day well met, distemper'da Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, I lords !
say; The king, by me, requests your presence straight. By heaven, I think, my sword's as sharp as yours:
Sal. The king hath dispossess'd himself of us ; I would not have you, lord, forget yoursclf,
Nor tempt the danger of my true? defence;
Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason now. My innocent life against an emperor.
Bast. But there is little reason in your grief; Sal. Thou art a murderer. Therefore, 'twere reason, you had manners now. Hub.
Do not prove me so; (1) His own body. (2) Expeditious. (6) Hand should be head : a glory is the circle of 13) Private account. (4) Out of humour. rays which gurrounds the heads of saints in pictures, (5) Pity:
(7) Honest. (8) By compelling me to kill you.
Yet, I am noue : Whose tongue goe'er speaks false, The imminent decay of wrested pomp.
Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, Bast.
Keep the peace, I say. And follow me with speed; I'll to the king: Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulownbridge. A thousand businesses are brief in hand,
Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot,
(Eren. Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime; Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
ACT V. Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge? SCENE 1.—The same. A room in the palace. Second a villain, and a murderer ?
Enter King John, Pandulph with the croon, Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
and attendants. Big.
Who kill'd this prince? Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well: K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep The circle of my glory. My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss.
Take again Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
(Giving John the creion. For villany is not without such rheum,'
From this my hand, as holding of the pope, And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Your sovereign greatness and authority. Like rivers of remorse? and innocency.
K. Joh. Now keep your holy word: go meet Away, with me, and all you whose souls abhor
the French; 'The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house, And from his holiness use all your power For I am stifled with this smell of sin.
To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd. Big. Away, toward Bury, to the dauphin there! Our discontented counties do revolt; Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire us Our people quarrel with obedience ; out.
(Exeuni Lords. Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul, Bast. Here's a good world !-Knew you of this To stranger blood, to foreign royalty. fair work?
This inundation of mistemper'd'humour Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Rests by you only to be qualified. of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, Art thou damn'd, Hubert.
That present medicine must be minister'd, Hub.
Do but hear me, sir. Or overthrow incurable ensues. Bast. Ha! I'll tell thee what;
Pand. It was my breath that blew this temThou art damn'd as black--nay, nothing is so pest up,
Upon your stubborn usage of the pope : Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer: But, since you are a gentle convertite, There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. And make fair weather in your blustering land. Hub. Upon my soul,
On this Ascension-day, remember well, Bast.
If thou didst but consent Upon your oath of service to the pope, To this most cruel act, do but despair,
Go I to make the French lay down their arms. And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread
(Ezil. That ever spider twisted from her womb
K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the Will serve to strangle thee ; a rush will be
prophet A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou drown Say, thai, before Ascension-day at noon, thyself,
My crown I should give ofl? Even so I have : Put but a little water in a spoon,
I did suppose, it should be on constraint;
But, heaven be thank’d, it is but voluntary.
Enter the Bastard.
holds out, Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, But Dover castle : London hath receiv'd, Let hell want pains enough to torture me ! Like a kind host, the dauphin and his powers : I left him well.
Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone Bast.
Go, bear him in thine arms.- To offer service to your enemy;
K. John. Would not my lords return to me From forth this morsel of dead royalty,
again, The life, the right, and truth of all this realm After they heard young Arthur was alive? Is led to heaven ; and England now is left
Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the To tug and scamble, and to part by the teeth
streets; The unowed' interest of proud-swelling state. An empty casket, where the jewel of life Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty, By some damn'd hand was robb’d and ta'en away; Doth'dogged war bristle his angry crest,
K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did And snarleth in the gentle eves of peace :
live. Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad ? (As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,)
Be great in act, as you have been in thought; (1) Moisture. (2) Pity. (3) Confounded. (4) Unowned. (5) Girdle.
Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, And follow unacquainted colours here?
What, here?-O nation, that thou could'st remove !
The blood of malice in a vein of league, The dauntless spirit of resolution.
And not to spend it so unneighbourly! Away; and glister like the god of war,
Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this; When he intendeth to become the field:
And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom, Show boldness, and aspiring confidence.
Do make an earthquake of nobility. What, shall they seek the lion in his den,
0, what a noble combat hast thou fought, And fright him there? and make him tremble there? Between compulsion and a brave respect ! 0, let it not be said !-Forage, and run
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
My beart hath melted at a lady's tears,
But this effusion of such manly drops, And I have made a happy peace with him ;
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, And he hath promis'd to dismiss the powers! Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd Led by the dauphin.
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven Bast.
0, inglorious league! Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury, Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, And with a great heart heuve away this storm : Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
Commend these waters to those baby eyes, To arms invasive ? 'shall a beardless boy,
That never saw the giant world enrag'd ; A cocker'da silken wanton, brave our fields,
Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping. Mocking the air with colours idly spread, Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms:
Into the purse of rich prosperity, Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace; As Lewis himself:-50, nobles, shall you all, Or if he do, let it at least be said,
That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. They saw we had a purpose of defence. K. John. Have you the ordering of this present
Enter Pandulph allended. time.
And even there, methinks, an angel spake : Bast. Away then, with good courage; yet, I know, Look, where the holy legate comes a pace, Our party may well meet a prouder foe. (Exeunt. To give us warrant from the hand of heaven; SCENE II.-A plain, near St. Edmund's-Bury. And on our actions set the name of right, Enter, in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melun, Peni: With holy breath.
Pand. broke, Bigot, and soldiers.
Hail, noble prince of France !
The next is this,-King John hath reconcil'd Lew. My lord Melun, let this be copied out, Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in, And keep it safe for our remembrance :
That so stood out against the holy church, Return the precedent to these lords again; The great metropolis and see of Rome: That, having our fair order written down, Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind ur, Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes, And tame the savage spirit of wild war ; May know wherefóre we took the sacrament, That, like a lion foster'd up at hand, And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.
it may lie gently at the foot of peace, Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. And be no further harmful than in show. And, noble dauphin, albeit we swear
Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back; A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith,
I am too high-born to be propertied,
Or useful serving-man, and instrument,
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out Where honourable rescue, and defence,
With that same weak wind which enkindled it. Cries out upon the name of Salisbury:
You taught me how to know the face of right, But such is the infection of the time,
Acquainted me with interest to this land, That, for the health and physic of our right, Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart; We cannot deal but with the very hand
And come you now to tell me, John hath made of stern injustice and confused wrong.- His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? And is't not pity, O my grieved friends!
I, by the honour of my marriage-bed, That we, the sons and children of this isle, After young Arthur, claim this land for mine ; Were born to see so sad an hour as this; And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back, Wherein we step after a stranger march
Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne, Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and weep What men provided, what munition sent, Upon the spot of this enforc'd cause,)
To underprop this action ? is't not I, To grace the gentry of a land remote,
That undergo this charge? who else but I, (1) Forces. (2) Fondled. (3) Embraceth. (4) Love of country. (5) Appropriated.
And such as to my claim are liable,
Plead for our interest, and our being here. Sweat in this business, and maintain this war? Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will Have I not heard these islanders shout out,
cry out; l'ire le roy! as I have bank'd their towns ? And so shall you, being beaten : Do but start Have I not here the best cards for the game, An echo with the clamour of thy drum, To win this easy match play'd for a crown?' And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd, And shall I now give o'er the yielded set ? That shall reverberate all as loud as thine; No, on my soul, it never shall be said.
Sound but another, and another shall, Pand. You look but on the outside of this work. As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's® ear,
Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder : for at hand Till my attempt so much be glorified
(Not trusting to this halting legate here, As to my ample hope was promised
Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,) Before I drew this gallant head of war,
Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world, A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day, To outlook' conquest, and to win renown To feast upon whole thousands of the French. Even in the jaws of danger and of death.
Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out.
[Trumpet sounds. Bast. And thou shall find it, dauphin, do not What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us?
(Exeunt. Enter the Bastard, attended. SCENE III.-The same. A field of battle. Bast. According to the fair play of the world,
Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert. Let me have audience; I am sent to speak :
K. John. How goes the day with us? O, tell My holy lord of Milan, from the king
me, Hubert. I come, to learn how you have dealt for him ;
Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty ? And as you answer, I do know the scope
K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so And warrant limited unto my tongue.
long, Pand. The dauphin is too wilful-opposite,
Lies heavy on me; 0, my heart is sick! And will not temporize with my entreaties;
Enter a Messenger. Ile flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.
Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, FaulconBast. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd,
bridge, The youth says wel :-Now hear our English king; Desires your majesty to leave the field; For ihus his royalty doth speak in me.
And send him word by me, which way you go. He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should :
K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the This apish and unmannerly approach,
abbey there. This harness'd masque, and unadvised revel, Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great suppls, This unhair'd sauciness, and boyish troops,
That was expected by the dauphin here, The king doth smile at; and is well prepar'd
Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands. To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, This news was brought to Richard but even now: From out the circle of his territories.
The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. That hand, which had the strength, even at your K. John. Ah me! this tyrant sever burns me up, door,
And will not let me welcome this good news.--To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch ;?
Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight; To dive, like buckets, in concealed: wells ;
Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. (Ese. To crouch in litter of your stable planks ; To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks; SCENE IV.-The same. Another part of the To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out
Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, Bigot, and In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake, others. Even at the crying of your nation's crow,
Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with friends. Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ;
Pem. Up once again; put spirit in the French; Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
If they miscarry, we miscarry too. That in your chambers gave you chastisement ? Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. And like an eagle o'er his aiery: towers,
Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, hath left To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.
the field. And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb
Enter Melun wounded, and led by soldiers. Of your dear mother England, blush for shame: Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maius, Sal. When we were happy, we had other names. Like Amazons, come tripping after drums; Pem. It is the count Melun. Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,
Wounded to death. Their neeldse to lances, and their gentle hearts Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold;" To fierce and bloody inclination.
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, Lew. There end thy brave,' and turn thy face And welcome home again discarded faith. in peace,
Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; We grant, thou canst outscold us : fare thee well; For, if the French be lords of this loud day, We hold our time too precious to be spent Heio means to recompense the pains you take, With such a brabbler.
By cutting off your heads : Thus hath he sword, Pand.
Give me leave to speak. And I with him, and many more with me, Bast. No, I will speak.
Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury; Lew.
We will attend to neither :- Even on that altar, where we swore to you Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Dear amity and everlasting love.
(1) Face down. (2) Leap over the hatch. |(5) Nest. (6) Needles. (7) Boast. (8) Sky's. (3) Covered. (4) The crowing of a cock.l9) A proverb intimating treachery. (10) Lewis.
Sal. May this be possible ? may this be true ? Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
Mel. Have I not hideous death within my view, Lew. Well; keep good quarter,' and good care Retaining but a quantity of life;
to-night; Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax The day shall not be up so soon as I, Resolved from his figure 'gainst the fire ?! To try ihe fair adventure of to-morrow. (Exeunt. What in the world should make me now deceive, SCENE VI.-An open place in the neighbour: Since I must lose the use of all deceit?. Why should I then be false ; since it is true,
hood of Swinstead abbey. Enter the Bastard That I must die here, and live hence by truth?
and Hubert, meeting. I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
Hub. Who's there ? speak, ho! speak quickly, He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours
or I shoot. Behold another day break in the east:
Bast. A friend :-What art thou ? But even this night, -whose black contagious breath Hub.
of the part of England. Already smokes about the burning crest
Bast. Whither dost thou go? of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,
Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire ;
demand Paying the fine of rated treachery,
or thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Bast. Hubert, I think. If Lewis, by your assistance, win the day.
Thou hast a perfect thought: Commend me to one Hubert, with your king; I will, upon all hazards, well believe The love of him,-and this respect besides, Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well: For that my grandsire was an Englishman, - Who art thou ? Awakes my conscience to confess all this.
Who thou wilt: an if you please, In lieu? whereof, I pray you, bear me hence Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think, From forth the noise and rumour of the field; I come one way of the Plantagenets. Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Hub. Unkind remeinbrance! thou, and eyeless In peace, and part this body and my soul
night, With contemplation and devout desires.
Have done me shame :-Brave soldier, pardon me, Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew3 my soul, That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, But I do love the favour and the form
Should ’scape the true acquaintance of mine ear, of this most fair occasion, by the which
Bast. Come, come; sans compliment, what We will untread the steps of damned flight;
news abroad? And, like a bated and retired food,
Hlub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
night, Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'a, To find you out. And calmly run on in obedience,
Bast. Brief, then; and what's the news? Even to our ocean, to our great king John.-- Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. For I do see the cruel pangs of death
Bust. Show me the very wound of this ill news; Right in thine eye.-Away, my friends! New I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. Aight;
Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk: And happy newness,' that intends old right. I left him almost speechless, and broke out
(Exeunt, leading of Melun. To acquaint you with this evil; that you might SCENE V.-The same. The French camp. Than if you had at leisure known of this.
The better arm you to the sudden time,
Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to him? Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was loath
Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, to set :
Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush,
Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. When the English measur'd backward their own
Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty ? ground,
Hub. Why, know you not ? the lords are all In faint retire: 0, bravely came we off,
come back, When with a volley of our needless shot, And brought prince Henry in their company; After such bloody toil, we bid good night;
At whose request the king hath pardon'd thein, And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up, And they are all about his inajesty. Last in the field, and almost lords of it!
Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, Enter a Messenger.
And tempt us not to bear above our power! Mess. Where is my prince, the dauphin ?
I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night, Lev.
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, Mess. The count Melun is slain; the English These Lincoln washes have devoured them; lords,
Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'u. By his persuasion, are again fallen off:
Away, before! conduct me to the king; And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, I doubt he will be dead, or ere I come. (Ereunt. Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands.
SCENE VII.-The orchard of Swinstead abbey. Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news !-Beshrew thy very Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot.
heart! I did not think to be so sad to-night,
P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood As this hath made me.-Who was he, that said,
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain King John did fly, an hour or two before (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwellingThe stumbling night did part our weary powers? Doth, by the idle comments that it makes,
house,) (1) In allusion to the images made by witches. (2) Place.
(3) Ill betide. (4) Immediate. (7) In your posts or stations. (5) Innovation (6) Sky.