But, fince you are a gentle convertite, My tongue fhall hufh again this storm of war, Upon your oath of service 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 fo I have: I did fuppofe, it should be on constraint; But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary. Enter Faulconbridge. Faulc. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out, But Dover caftle: 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 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 of 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 distrust, Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire; Threaten the threatener, and out-face the brow a gentle convertite,]-an humble penitent. Of bragging horror: fo fhall inferior eyes, To meet displeasure farther from the doors; And grapple with him, ere he come so nigh. K. John. The legate of the pope hath been with me, And I have made a happy peace with him; And he hath promis'd to dismiss the Led by the Dauphin. Faulc. Oh inglorious league! powers Shall we, upon the footing of our land, To arms invasive? fhall a beardlefs boy, They faw we had a purpose of defence. K. John. Have thou the ordering of this present time. Faulc. Away then, with good courage; yet, I know, Our party may well meet a prouder foe. d Forage,]-Range abroad. [Exeunt. * flefb]-initiate. yet, I know, our party may well meet a prouder foe.]-for all this boafting, I know we are able to cope with a more formidable adverfary. SCENE SCENE II. The Dauphin's Camp at St. Edmund's-bury. Enter, in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melun, Pembroke, Bigot, and Soldiers. Lewis. My lord Melun, let this be copied out, my fide Sal. Upon our fides it never fhall be broken. * the precedent]-the rough draft of the treaty between the Dauphin and the English lords. f contemn'd-degrading, making defpicable. Wherein Wherein we step after a stranger march Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and weep To grace the gentry of a land remote, And follow unacquainted colours here? What, here?-O nation, that thou could'st remove! Where these two Chriftian armies might combine h And not to spend it fo unneighbourly! Lewis. A noble temper doft thou fhew in this 3 This shower, blown up by tempeft of the soul, and weep upon the spot of this enforced caufe)-lament the fatal neceffity of this our defection. h mij-spend. Between compulfion, and a brave refpe&!]-In reconciling to thy patriot breaft this recourfe to foreign arms, though the only means of procuring a reform in the itate. That That never faw the giant world enrag'd; Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep As Lewis himself:-fo, nobles, shall you all, Enter Pandulph, attended. * And even there, methinks, an angel spake: Pand. Hail, noble prince of France ! That, like a lion foster'd up at hand, It may lie gently at the foot of peace, And be no further harmful than in fhew. Lewis. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back.; I am too high-born to be property'd, To be a fecondary at controul, Or useful ferving-man, and instrument, 1 * And even there, methinks, an angel spake :]-Methinks my last words were prophetical; for, lo, the legate haftes to confirm them. And |