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with me,

Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, And follow unacquainted colours here?
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:

What, here?-O nation, that thou could'st remove!
Be stirring as the time; be tire with fire; That Neptune's arms, who clippeth” thee about,
Threaten the threatner, and outface the brow Would bear thee from the knowledge of thysell,
or bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes, And grapple thee unto a Pagan shore;
That borrow their behaviours from the great, Where these two Christian armies might combine
Grow great by your example, and put on 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,
To mcet displeasure further from the doors; That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks :
Aud grapple with him, cre he come so nigh. My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
K. John. The legate of the pope hath been Being an ordinary inundation;

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 Basi.

0, inglorious league! Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. Shall we, upon the footing of our land,

List up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, And with a great heart heave 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 ihy 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:-so, 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 altended. time.

And even there, methinks, an angel spake: Bast. Awaythen, with good courage; yet, I know, Look, where the holy legate comes apace, Our party may well meet a prouder foc. (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, Pem: With holy breath. broke, Bigot, and soldiers.


IIail, 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 up,
Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes, And tame the savage spirit of wild war;
May know wherefore 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,
To your proceedings; yet, believe me, prince, To be a secondary at control,
I am not glad that such a sore of time

Or useful serving-man, and instrument,
Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt, To any sovereign state throughout the world.
And heal the inveterate canker of one wound Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars,
By making many: 0, it grieves my soul, Between this chástis'd kingdom and myself,
That I must draw this metal from my side, And brought in matter that should feed this fire;
To be a widoiy-maker; 0, and there,

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, Yes, 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!

1, 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; Vive 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 ?


(Ereunt. Enter the Bastard, allended.

SCENE 111.-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, l'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. He Natly says, he'll not lay down his arms.

Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulcon Bast. By all the blood that ever sury breath'd,

bridge, The youth says well:-Now hear our English king; Desires your majesty to leave the field; For thus 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 supply, 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 fever 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. (Eze. 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 same. Enler 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 fecbled 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. or your dear mother England, blush for shame: Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. For your own ladics, and pale-visag'd maids, Sal. When we were happy, we had other pames. Like Amazons, come tripping after drums;

Pem. It is the count Melun. Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, Sal.

Wounded to death. Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold;' To fierce and bloody inclination.

Untbread 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, is 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 sworn, 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; Lero.

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.

Covered. (4) The crowing of a cock.|(9) 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 the 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' abbcy. Enter the Bastard

and Hubert, meeting. Thal I must die here, and live hence by truth? 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 afiairs, 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; come one way of the Plantagenets. Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Hub. Unkind remembrance! 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 beshrew 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 flood,

Hub. 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'd, 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, scarful, comfortless, and horrible. For I do see the cruel pangs of death

Bast. 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. flight;

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 off 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,
Enter Lewis and his train.

Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to him? Lero. 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 them, And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up, And they are all about his majesty. 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, Leno. Here:-What news ?

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'd. 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. [Exeunt. Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands.

SCENE VII.-The orcharıl 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) III betide. (4) Immediate. (7) In your posts or stations. (5) Innovation. (6) Sky.

(8) Without

(9) Forces,



Furciel the ending of mortality.

As I upon advantage did remove,
Enter Pembrokc.

Were in the washes all unwarily,
Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and holds

Devoured by the unexpected food.

(The king dies. beliel,

Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an That, being brought into the open air, It would allay the burning quality

My liege! my lord !—But now a king,—now thus. of that fell poison which assaileth him.

P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so slop. P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, here.

When this was now a king, and now is clay! Doth he still rage?

(E.rit Bigot. Pem. He is more patient

Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind,

To do the office for thee of revenge ;
Than when you let him ; even now he sung.
P. Hen. () vanity of sickness! fierce extremes, As it on earth hath been thy servant still.-

And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,
In their continuance, will not feel themselves.

Now, now, you stars, that move in your right Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now


Where be your powers ? Show now your mended Avajust the mind, the which he pricks and wounds

faiths ; With many legions of strange fantasies; Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, To push desiruction, and perpetual shame,

And instantly return with me again, Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death Out of the weak door of our fainting land: should sing.

Straight let us scek, or straight we shall be sought; I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death;

The dauphin rages at our very heels.

Sal. Ii seems, you know not then so much as we: And, from the organ-pipe of trailly, sings

The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
His soul and body to their lasting rest.
Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born And brings from him such offers of our peace,

Who half an hour since came from the dauphin ; To set a form upon that indigest

As we with honour and respect may take, Which he hath left so shapeless and so rudc.

With purpose presently to leave this war.
Re-enter Bigot and attendants, who bring in King Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.

Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees
John in a chair.
K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow. For many carriages he hath despatch'd

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
It would not out at windows, nor at doors.

To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel There is so hot a suminer in my bosom,

To the disposing of the cardinal:

With whom yourself, mysell, and other lords,
That all my bowels crumble up to dust":
I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen

If you think meet, this afternoon will post

To consummate this business happily.
Upon a parchment; and against this fire
Do I shrink up.

Bast. Let it be so :-And you, my noble prince,

With other princes that may besi be spard, P. Hen.

How fares your majesty ? Shall wait upon your father's funeral. K. John. Poison'd, -ill fare ;-dead, forsook,

P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interrd; cast ofl:

For so he will'd it. And none of you will bid the winter come,


Thither shall it then.
To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;

And happily may your sweet self put og
Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course
Through my burn'd bosom; nor entreat the north To whom, with all submission, on my knee,

The lineal state and glory of the land!
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips,
And comfort me with coll:- I do not ask you much, And truc subjection everlastingly.

I do bequeath my faithtul services
I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait,'

Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, And so ingratefui, you deny me that.

To rest without a spot for evermore. P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in my P. llen. I have a kind soul, that would give you tears,

thanks, That might relieve you!

And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
K. John.
The salt in them is hot.-

Basl. 0, let us pay the time but needsul mo,
Within me is a hell; and there the poison

Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.Is, as a fiend, confin’d to tyrannize

This England never did (nor never shall)
On unreprievable condemned blood.

Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
Enter the Bastard.

But when it first did help to wound itself.
Bast. 0, I am scalded with my violent motion, Come the three corners of the world in arms,

Now these her princes are come home again, And spleen of speed to see your majesty.

K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye: And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd;

rue, And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should'sail, If England to itself do rest but true. [Ereunt. Are turned to one thread, one little hair : 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, The tragedy of King John, though not written And module? of confounded royalty.

with the utmost power of Shakspeare, is varied Bast. The dauphin is preparing hitherward; with a very pleasing interchange of incidents and Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him: characters. The lady's grief is very affecting ; and For, in a night, the best part of my power, the character of the Bastard contains that mixture

of greatness and levity, which this author delighted (1) Narrow, avaricicus, (2) Model. to exhibit.



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