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That, having our fair order written down,
Pand. Hail, noble prince of France !
That so stood out against the holy church,
Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith
And tame the savage spirit of wild war;
It may lie gently at the foot of
peace, Should seek a plaster by contemu'd revolt,
And be no further harmful than in show. And heal the inveterate canker of one wound, Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not By makirg many: 0, it grieves my soul,
I am too high-born to be propertied, (back: That I must draw this metal from my side To be a secondary at control, To be a widow-maker; 0, and there,
Or useful serving-man, and instrument, Where honourable rescue, and defence,
To any sovereign state throughout the world. Cries out upon the name of Salisbury:
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of vars But such is the infection of the time,
Between this chástis'd kingdom and myscif, That, for the health and physic of our right And brought in matter, that should feed this fire; We cannot deal but with the very hand
And now 'tis far too huye to be blown out Of stern injustice and confused wrong.
With that same weak wind which enkindled it. And is't not pity, O my grieved friends!
You taught me how to know the face of right, That we, the sons and children of this isle, Acquainted me with interest to this land, Were born to see so sad an hour as this:
Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart; Wherein we step after a stranger march
And come you now to tell me, John hath made Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? Her enemies' ranks (I must withdraw and weep I, by the honour of my marriage-bed, Upon the spot of this enforced cause),
After young Arthur, claim this land for mine; To grace the gentry of a land remote,
And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back, And follow unacquainted colours here?
Because that Johu hath made his peace with Rome?
That undergo this charge? who else but I,
Sweat in this business, and maintain this war? And not to spend it so unneighbourly!
Have not I heard these islanders shout out, Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this; Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns? And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom. Have I not here the best cards for the game, Do make an earthquake of nobility.
To win this easy match, play'd for a crown? 0, what a noble combat hast thou fought, And shall I now give o'er the yielded set? Between compulsion and a brave respect !
Ko, on my soul, it never shall be said, Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
Pand. You look but on the outside of this work, That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks;
Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return My heart bath melted at a lady's tears,
Till my attempt so much be glorified Ping an ordinary inundat: in;
As to my ample hope was promis?d), But this ei usion of sur' manly arups,
Buaore I drew this grant head of war, This shower, blown up by tempests of the soul, And cull’d these fiery spirits from the world, Starties mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd To outlook conquest, and to win renown Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Even in thejaws of dangerandof death. Strumpet Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.
What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us? 2 sounds. Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
Enter the Bastard, attended. And with a great heart heave away this storm : Bast. According to the fair play of the world, Commend these waters to those baby eyes,
Let me have audience; I ain sent to speak : That never saw the giant-world enrag'd ;
My holy lord of Milan, from the king Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, I come, to learn how you have dealt for him; Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping. And, as you answer, I do know the scope Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep And warrant limited unto my tongue. Into the purse of rich prosperity,
Pand. The dauphin is too wilful-opposite, As Lewis himself :-50, nobles, shall you all, And will not temporize with my entreaties; That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms. Enter Pandulph, attended.
Bast. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd, And even there, methinks, an angel spake: The youth says well:--Now hear our English Look, where the holy legate comes apace,
For thus his royalty doth speak in me. [king; So give us warrant from the hand of heaven; He is prepard;;;and, reason too, he should : And on our actions set the name of right, This apish and unmannerly approach, With holy breath.
This harness'd masque, and unadvised revel,
This anhair'd sauciness, and boyish troops,
K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the The king doth smile at; and is well prepar'd
abbey there. To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms,
Mess. Be of good comfort: for the great supply, From out the circle of his territories. [door, That was expected by the dauphin bere That hand, which had the strength, even at your Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands To cudgel you, and make you take the batch; This news was brought Richard but even now: To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells;
The French fight coldly, and retire theinselves. To crouch in litter of your stable planks ;
K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks ; | And will not let me welcome this good news.To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out Set on toward Swinstead : to my litter, straigot ; In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and sbake, Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. [ereunt. Even at the crying of your nation's crow,
SCENE IV. THE SAME. ANOTHER PART OF THE Thinking his voice an armed Englishman;Shall that victorious band be feebled here,
Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, Bigot, and others. That in your chambers gave you chastisement ? Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms:
friends. And like an eagle o'er bis aiery towers,
Pem. Up once again ; put spirit in the French ; To souse annoyance, that comes near his nest. If they miscarry, we miscarry tvo. And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts,
Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb
In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. Of your dear mother England, blush for shame : Pem. They say, king sore sick, hath left For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids,
the field. Like Amazons, come tripping after drums :
Enter Melun wounded, and led by soldiers. Their thimbles into armed. gauntlets change, Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts Sal. When we were happy, we had other names. To fierce and bloody inclination.
[peace; Pem. It is the count Melun. Lew. There end thy brave, and turn thy face in Sal. Wounded to death. We grant, thou can'st outscold us: fare thee well; Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and We hold our time too precious to be spent Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, 51 (sold; With such a brabbler.
And welcome home again discarded faith. Pand. Give me leave to speak.
Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; Bast. No, I will speak.
For, if the French be lords of this loud day, Lew. We will attend to neither :
He means to recompense the pains you take,
Even on that altar, where we swore to you
Sal. May this be possible ? may this be true ? And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd,
Mel. Have I not bideous death within my view, That shall reverberate all as loud as thine; Retaining but a quantity of life; Sound but another, and another shall,
Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire ? And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder : for at hand what in the world should make me now deceive, (Not trusting to this halting legate here,
Since I must lose the use of all deceit ? Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need), Why should I then be false; since it is true, So warlike John; and in his forehead sits
That I must die here, and live hence by truth? A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day I say again, if Lewis do win the day, To feast upon whole thousands of the French. He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger Behold another day break in the east : [breath out.
But even this night,—whose black contagiou. Bast. And thou shalt find it, dauphin, do not Already smokes above the burning crest doubt.
[ereunt of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun, SCENE III. THE SAME. A FIELD OF BATTLE. Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire; Alarums. Enter King John, and Hubert. Paying the fine of rated treachery, K. John. How goes the day with us? O, tell Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, me, Hubert.
If Lewis, by your assistance, win the day. FIub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty ? Commend me to one Hubert, with your king; K. John. This fever that hath troubled me so The love of him,-- and this respect besides, long,
For that my grandsire was an Englishman,Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick!
Awakes my conscience to confess all this.
In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulcon- From forth the noise and rumour of the field : bridge,
Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Desires your majesty to leave the field;
In peace, and part this body and my soul And send him word by me, which way you go.
With contemplation and devout desires
to set ;
SCENE VII. THE ORCHARD OF SWINSTEAD-ABBEY.
Sal. We do believe thee,—and beshrew my soul Bast. Come, come; sans compliment, wha' But I do love the favour and the form
news abroad? Of this most fair occasion, by the which
Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow oi We will untread the steps of damned flight; To find you out,
night And, like a bated and retired food,
Bast. Brief, then; and what's the news ? Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. And calmly run on in obedience,
Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill news; Even to our ocean, to our great king John.- I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk ; For I do see the cruel pangs of death [flight; I left him almost speechless, and broke out Right in thine eye. — Away, my friends! New To acquaint you with this evil; that you might And happy newness, that intends old right. The better arm 'you to the sudden time,
(exeunt, leading off Melun. Than if you had at leisure known of this. SCENE Y. THE SAME. THE FRENCH CAMP.
Bast, How did he take it? who did taste to him ? Enter Lewis and his Train.
Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was loath Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king
Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty ? When the English measur'd backward their own Hub. Why, know you not ? the lords are all ground,
come back, In faint retire: O, bravely came we off,
And brought prince Henry in their company; When with a volley of our needless shot,
At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, After such bloody toil, we bid good night; And they are all about his majesty. (ven, And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up,
Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty leaLast in the field, and almost lords of it!
And tempt us not to bear above our power!
I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night,
These Lincoln washes bave devour'd them; Mess. The count Melun is slain; the English Myself, well-mounted, hardly bave escaped. lords,
Away, before! conduct me to the king; By his persuasion, are again fall'n off :
I doubt he will be dead, or ere I come. [ereunt. And your supply, which you have wish'd so long Are cast away, and sunk, un Goodwin sands. Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot. Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news !-Beshrew thy P. Hen. It is too late; the life of all his blood very heart!
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain I did not think to be so sad to-night,
(Which some suppose the soul's frail dwellingAs this hath made me.- Who was he, that said, bouse), King John did Ay, an hour or two before
Doth, by the idle-comments that it makes,
Enter Pembroke. Lew. Well; keep good quarter, and good care Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and holds to-night;
That, being brought into the open air, [belicf, The day shall not be up so soon as I,
It would allay the burning quality To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. [exeunt. Of that fell poison which assaileth him. SCENZ VI. AN OPEN PLACE NEAR SWINSTEAD-ABBEY. P. Hen. Lit bim be brought into the orchard Enter the Bastard and Hubert, meeting.
here. Hub. Who's there? speak, bo ! speak quickly, Doth he still rage ?
(erit Biget. or I shoot.
Pem. He is more patient Bast. A friend :-What art thou ?
Than when you left him; even now be sung. Hub. Of the part of England.
P. Hen. O vunity of sickness ! fierce extremes Bast. Whither dost thou go?
In their continuance, will not feel themseives. Hub. What's that
to thee? Why may not I de Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? (mand Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now Bast. Hubert, I think.
Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought
With many legions of strange fantasies; I will, upon all hazards, well believe
Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue 80 Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death Who art thou?
well : should sing. Bast. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think, Who chaunts a duleful hymn to his own death; I come one way of the Plantagenets. (night, And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings
Hub. Unkind remembrance ! thou, and eyeless His soul and body to their lasting rest. Have done me shame:- Brave soldier, pardon me, Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are That any accent, breaking from thy tougue, To set a form upon that indigest,
(born Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine car. " Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. 1;166
Re-enter Bigot and Attendants, who bring in King Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, John in a chair.
To do the office for thee of revenge ; R. Jolin. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow. And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven, room;
As it on earth bath been thy servant still.It would not out at windows, nor at doors, Now, now, you stars, that move in your right There is so hot a summer in my bosom,
spheres, That all my huwels crumble up to dust :
Where be your powers ? Show now your mended I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
And instantly return with me again, (faiths; Upon a parchment; and against this fire
To push destruction, and perpetual shame, Do I shrink up.
Out the weak door of our fainting land : P. Hen. How fares your majesty;
Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; K. John. Poison'd, -Ill fare !--dead, forsook, The dauphin rages at our very heels. cast off ;
Sal. It seems, you know not then so much as And none of you will bid the winter come, The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, (we: To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;
Who balf an hour since came from the dauphin; Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course And brings from him such offers of our peace Through my burn'a bosom'; nor entreat the north | As we with honour and respect may take, To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, With purpose presently to leave this war. And comfort me with cold :- I do not ask you
Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees much,
Ourselves well sinewed to our defence I beg cold comfort ; and you are so strait,
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already ; And so ungrateful, you deny me that.
For many carriages he hath despatch'd P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in my To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel That might relieve you!
(tears, To the disposing of the cardinal : K. John. The salt in them is hot.
With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, Within me is a hell ; and there the poison If you think mect, this afternoon will post Is, as a fiend, contin'd to tyrannize
To consummate this business happily. On unreprievable condemned blood.
Bast. Let it be so:— And you, my noble prince, Enter the Bastard.
With other princes that may best be spar'd Bast. O, I am scalded with my violent motion, Shall wait upon your father's funeral. And spleen of speed to see your majesty.
P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be inter. K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine For so he will'd it.
Bast. Thither shall it then,
And true subjection everlastingly.
Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, And module of confounded royalty.
To rest without a spot for everinore. Bast. The dauphin is preparing hitherward ; P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him: For, in a night, the best part of my power, And knows not how to do it, but with tears. As, I upon advantage did remove,
Bast. O, let us pay the time but needful wor, Were in the washes all unwarily,
Since it hatb been beforehand with our griefs.Devoured by the unexpected flood. (the King dies. This England never did, (nor never shall), Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself. My liege! my lord !—But n
now a king,—now thus. Now these her princes are come home again, P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and evto 80 Come the three corners of the world in arms,
And we shall shock them: nought shall make us What surety of the world, what bope, what stay, ru, When this was uow a king, and now is clay' If England to itself do rest but true.
SCENE I. ATHENS. A ROOM IN THE PALACE OF
This man hath my consent to marry her :
Stand forth, Lysander ;-and, my gracious duke,
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits,
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth :
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness :-and, my gracious duka
Be it so she will not here before your grace
As she is mine, I may dispose of her:
(erit Phil. Or to her death, according to our law,
The. What say you, Hermia? be advis'd, fais
To whom you are but as a form in wax,
To leave the figure, or disfigure it.
Her. So is Lysander.
The. In himself he is.