« PředchozíPokračovat »
Only for wantonness. By my christendom, Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
Arth. Alas, what need you be so boist'rous I should be as merry as the day is long;
rough? And so I would be here, but that I doubt I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. My uncle practises more harm to me:
For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! He is afraid of me, and I of him :
Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son?
And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; No, indeed, is't not; And I would to heaven, I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. Nor look upon the iron angerly:
Hub. if I talk to him, with his innocent prate Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, He will awake my mercy, which lies dead: Whatever torment you do put me to. Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch. (Aside. Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him. Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to 1 Altend. I am best pleas'd to be from such a day :
(Ereunt Attendants. In sooth, I would vou were a little sick;
Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend; That I might sit all night, and watch with you: He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart :I warrant, I love you more than you do me. Let him come back, that his compassion may Hub. His words do take possession of my bo- Give life to yours.
Come, boy, prepare yoursell. Read here, young Arthur. [Showing a paper.)
Arth. Is there no remedy?
None, but to lose your eyes. Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
Arth. O heaven !-that there were but a mote I must be brief; lest resolution drop.
in yours, Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears. - A grain, a dust, a unat, a wand'ring hair, Can you not read it ? is it not fair writ?
Any annoyance in that precious sense! Arih. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect: Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. Hilb. Young boy, I must.
Hub. Is this your promise ? go to, hold your Arth. And will you?
And I will. Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Arth. Have you the heart? When your head Must needs want pleading for a pair of eves: did but ache,
Let me not hold my tongue ; let me not, Hubert!
Though to no use, but still to look on you !
I can heat it, boy. Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your Arih. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief?
grief, Or, What good love may I perform for you? Being create for comfort, to be us'd Mány a poor man's son would have lain still, In udeservd extremes :: See else yourself ; And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; There is no malice in this burning coal; But you at your sick service had a prince.
The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, And strew'd repentant ashes on his head. And call it cunning; Do, an if you will:
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy, If heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill, Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, Why, then you must.-Will you put out 'mine And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert: eves ?
Nav, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes; These eyes, that never did, nor never shall, And, like a dog that is compellid to fight, So much as frown on you?
Snatch at his master that doth tarred him on. Hub.
I have sworn to do it; All things, that you should use to do me wrong, And with hot irons must I burn them out. Deny their oilicc: only you do lack
Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron aye, would do it! That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, The iron of itsell, though heat red-hot,
Creatures of note, for mercy-lacking uses. Approaching near these eyes, would drink my Ilub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine
tears, And quench his fiery indignation,
For all the treasures that thine uncle owes :: Even in the matter of mine innocence:
Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
With this same very iron to burn them out. But for containing fire to harın mine eye.
Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this Are you more stubborn-hard than hanimer'd iron?
while An if an angel should have come to me,
You were disguised. And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, lub.
Pcace: no shore. Adieu ; I would not have believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's. Your uncle must not know but you are dead: Hub. Come forth.
(Stamps. I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports.
And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, Re-enter Sillendants, with cord, irons, fc. That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, Do as I bid you do.
Will not offend thee. Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes Arth. O heaven !- I thank you, Hubert. are out,
Hub. Silence; no more: Goclosely* in with me; Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men, Much danger do I undergo for thee. (Erewal
(1) In cruelty I have not deserved, (2) Set him on, (3) Owns, (6) Secretly,
SCENE 11.-The same. A room of state in the Which for our goods we do no further ask,
palace. Enter King John, crowned ; Pembroke, Than whereupon our weal, on you depending, Salisbury, and other lords. The king lakes his Counts it your weal, he have his liberty. state.
K. John. Let it be so; I do commit his youth K. John. Here once again we sit, once again
Enter Hubert. crown'd, And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. To your direction.-Hubert, what news with you? Pem. This once again, but that your highness., Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed; pleas'd,
He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine : Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before, The image of a wicked heinous fault And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off; Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt; Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast; Fresh expectation troubled not the land,
And I do fearfully believe, 'tis done, With any long'd-lor change, or better state. What we so seard he had a charge to do.
Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, Sal. The colour of the king doth come and go, To guard' a title that was rich before,
Between his purpose and his conscience, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set: To throw a perfume on the violet,
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break. To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Pem. And, when it breaks, I fear, will issue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
thence To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,? The soul corruption of a sweet child's death. Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
K. John. We cannot hold mortality's strong Pem. But that your royal pleasure must be done,
hand :This act is as an ancient tale new told;
Ciood lords, although my will to give is living, And, in the last repeating, troublesome,
The suit which you denrand is gone and dead : Being urged at a time unscasonable.
He tells us, Arthur is deceas'd 10-night. Sal. In this, the antique and well-noted face Sal. Indeed, we fear'd, his sickness was past cure. or plain old form is much disfigured:
Pem. Indeed we heard how near his death he was, And, like a shifted wind unto u sail,
Before the child himself felt he was sick: It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about; This must be answer'd, either here, or hence, Startles and frights consideration;
K. John. Why do you bend such solemu brows Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.
Think you, I bear the shears of destiny? Pem. When workmen strive to do better than Have I commandment on the pulse of life? well,
Sal. It is apparent foul play; and 'lis shame, They do confound their skill in covetousness :: That greatness should so grossly offer it: And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
So thrive it in your game! and so farewell! Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse; Pem. Stay yet, lord Salisbury; I'll go with thee, As patches, set upon a little breach,
And find the inheritance of this poor chiid, Discredit more in hiding of the fault,
His little kingdom of a forced grave. Than did the fault before it was so paich'd. That blood, which ow'd' the breath of all this isle,
Sa!. To this effect, before you were new-crown'd, Three foot of it doth hold; Bad world the while We breath'd our counsel : but it pleas'd your high- This must not be thus borne: this will break out ness
To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt. To overbear it; and we are all well pleas'd;
(Exeunt Lords. Since all and every part of what we would,
K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent; Doth make a stand at what your highness will. There is no sure foundation set on blood;
K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation No certain life achiev'd by others' death.-
Enter a Messenger.
fearful eye thou hast; Where is that blood, What you would have reform'd, that is not well; So foul a sky clears not without a storm:
That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks ?
Pour down thy weather:-How goes all in France ? Pem. Then I, (as one that am the tongue of these,
Mess. From France to England. --Never such a To sound' the purposes of all their hearts,).
power" Both for mysell, and them, (but, chief of all,
For any foreign preparation,
Was levied in the body of a land !
The copy of your speed is learu'd by them; The enfranchisements of Arthur ; whose restraint For, when you should be told they do prepare, Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent,
The tidings come, that they are all arriv'd. To break into this dangerous argument,
K. John. 0, where hath our intelligence been
drunk? Il, what in rest you have, in right you hold,
Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care; Why then your fears (which, as they say, attend The steps of wrong,) should move you to mew up That such an army could be drawn in France,
And she not hear of it? Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days
Mess. With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth
My liege, her car The rich advantage of good exercise ?
Is stopp'd with dust; the first of April, died That the time's enemies may not have this
Your noble mother: And, as I hear, my lord, ! To grace occasions, let it be our suit,
The lady Constance in a frenzy dicd That you have bid us ask his liberty,
Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue
I idly heard; is true, or false, I know not.
(5) Releasement, (6) Owncd. (7) Force,
K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion ! Four fixed; and the fifth did whirl about
Old men, and bedlams, Under whose conduct came those powers of France,
in the streets That thou for truth giv'st out, are landed here? Do prophesy upon it dangerously : Mess. Under the dauphin.
Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: Enter the Bastard, and Peter of Pomfret.
And when they talk of him, they shake their heads,
And whisper one another in the car; K. John.
Thou hast made me giddy And he, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist; With these ill tidings.-Now, what says the world whilst he, that hears, makes fearful action, To your proceedings ? do not scek to stuff
With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling My head with more ill news, for it is full.
eyes. Bast. But, if you be aleard to hear the worst, I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, Then let the worst, unheard, fall on your head. The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,
K. John. Bear with me, cousin; for I was amaz'd' With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news; Under the tide: but now I breathe again
Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Aloit the flood; and can give audience
Standing on slippers (which his nimble haste To any tongue, speak it of what it will.
Had falsely thrust upon contráry seet,)
That were embattled, and rank'd in Kent:
Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams; K. John. Why seek'st thou ts possess me with Not knowing what they lear, but full of sear:
these fears? And here's a prophet, that I brought with me Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death? From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found Thy hand hath murder'd him I had mighty cause With many hundreds treading on his heels; To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill himn. To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes, Hub. Had none, my lord! why, did you not proThat, ere the next Ascension-day at noon,
voke me? Your highness should deliver up your crown. K. John. It is the curse of kings, to be attended K. John. Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst By slaves that take their humours for a warrant thou so?
To break within the bloody house of life : Peter. Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so. And, on the winking of authority,
K. John. Hubert, away with him; imprison him ; To understand a law; to know the meaning And on that day, at noon, whereon he says of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns I shall yield up my crowni, let him be hang'd: More upon humour than advis'd respect." Deliver him to safety, and return,
Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what I For I must use thee. -O my gentle cousin,
did. (Erit Hubert with Peter. K. John. O, when the last account 'twixt heaven Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd ?
and earth Bast. The French, my lord; men's mouths are Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal full of it:
Witness against us to damnation !
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd,
This murder had not come into my mind :
Gentle kinsman, go, But, taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect,
Apt, liable, to be employ'd in danger,
I saintly broke with thee of Arthur's death;
And thou, to be endeared to a king,
Hub. My lord, 0, let me have no subject enemies,
K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, ar When adverse foreigners affright my towns
made a pause, With dreadful pomp of stout invasion !
When I spake darkly what I purposed ; Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels;
Or turn'd'an eye of doubt upon my face, And fly, like thought, from them to me again. As bid me tell my tale in express words; Basi. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break
off, K. John. Spoke like a sprightsul noble gentle. And those thy fears might have wrought fears in Go after him ; for he, perhaps, shall need But thou didst understand me by my signs, Some messenger betwixt me and the peers; And didst in signs again parley with sin; And be thou he.
Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, Mess. With all my heart, my liege. [Erit. And, consequently, thy rude hand to act K. John. My mother dead!
The deed, which both our tongues held vile to Re-enter Hubert. Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen
Out of my sigh, and never see me more! to-night:
My nobles leave me ; and my state is brar'd, (1) Stunned, confounded. () Custody, (3) Deliberate consideration, (4) Observed,
Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers : Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege.
; to hurt his master, no man else. This kingdom, this confine or 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 prince. Hub. Arm you against your other enemies,
Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge.
Found it too precious-princely for a grave.
Or have you read, or heard? or could you think?
Or do you almost think, although you see,
That you do see? could thought, without this object,
The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest,
Pem. All murders past do stand excus'd in this :
Shall give a holiness, a purity,
Exampled by this heinous spectacle.
Bast. It is a damned and a bloody work;
The graceless action of a heavy hand,
Sal. If that it be the work of any hand ?-
From whose obedience I forbid my soul,
And breathing to his breathless excellence,
(Leaps down. Never to taste the pleasures of the world,
[Dies. Till I have set a glory to this hand,
Pem. Big, Our souls religiously confirm thy bury;
Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you:
Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone !
Hub. I am no villain.
Must I rob the law?
[Draroing 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'd Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, I lords !
Sal. The king hath dispossess'd himsell of us; I would not have you, lord, forget yourself,
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. (5) Pity.
(7) Honest. (8) By compelling me to kill you.
Yet, I am none : Whose tongue soe'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, Fauleunbridge. A thousand businesses are brief in hand,
Bast. Thou wert better gallihe devil, Salisbury: And heaven itsell doth frown upon the land. If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot,
(Exeunt. Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shume, 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 coun, Hub, Lord Bigot, I am none.
and allendants. 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,
(Giring John the crown. 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. John. 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 stitled 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; Pent. 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 huinour Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Rests by you only to be qualified. or 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: Büt, 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
[Eril. 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 off? 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 fled 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 awar. Doth'dogged war bristle his angry crest,
K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he d And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace:
Jive. 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-lullen beast,) Be great in act, as you have been in thought;
(1) Moisture. (2) Pity. (3) Confounded. (4) Unowned. (5) Girdle,