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And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out
With that same weak wind which enkindled it.
You taught me how to know the face of right,
Acquainted me with interest to this land,
Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart;
And come ye now to tell me, Joha hath made
His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me?
1, by the honour of my marriage-bed,
After young Arthur, claim this land for mine ;
And, now it is half.conguer'd, muft I back,
Because that John hath made his peace with Rome ?
Am I Rome's Nave? What penny hath Rome borne,
What men provided, what munition fent,
To underprop this action ? is't not I,
That undergo this charge? who else but I,
And such as to my claim are liable,
Sweat in this business, and maintain this war?
Have I not heard these iflanders fhout out,
Vive le roy! as I have 'bank'd their towns?
Have I not here the best cards for the game,
To win this easy match play'd for a crown?
And shall I now give o'er " the yielded set ?
No, on my soul, it never shall be said.

Pand. You look but on the outside of this work.

Lewis. Outfide, or inside, I will not return 'Till my attempt so much be glorify'd As to my ample hope was promised Before I drew this gallant head of war, And culld these fiery spirits from the world, • To out-look conquest, and to win renown Even in the jaws of danger and of death.

[Trumpet founds. What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us ?

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Enter Faulconbridge, attended.
Faulç. According to the fair-play of the world,
Let me have audience ; I am fent to fpeak
My holy lord of Milan, from the king
I come, to learn how you dealt for him ;
And, as you answer, I do know the scope
And warrant limited unto my tongue.

Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,
And will not temporize with my entreaties;
He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.

Faulc. By all the blood that ever fury breath’d, The youth says well :-Now hear our English king; For thus his royalty doth speak in me. He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should : This apish and unmannerly approach, This harness'd masque, and unadvised revel, • This unhair'd fawciness, and boyish troops, The king doth smile at; and is well prepar'd To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, From out the circle of his territories. That hand, which had the strength, even at your door, To cudgel you, and make you P'take the hatch'; To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells ; To crouch in litter of your stable planks ; To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks; To hug with swine.; to seek sweet safety out In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake, Even at 'the crying of your nation's crów, This unbaird fawcine,)-This infult offer'd by a beardless youth

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Thinking this voice an armed Englishman ;-
Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
That in your chambers gave you chastisement ?
No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms ;
And like an eagle o'er his aiery towers,
To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.

you degenerate, you ingrate revolts,
You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb
Of your dear mother England, blush for shame:
For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids,
Like Amazons, come tripping after drums;
Their thimbles into armed gantlets change,
Their needles to lances, and their gentle hearts
To fierce and bloody inclination.
Lewis. There end thy 'brave, and turn thy face in

We grant, thou canst out scold us : fare thee well;
We hold our time too precious to be spent
With such a "brabler.

Pand. Give me leave to speak.
Faulc. No, I will speak.

Lewis. We will attend to neither :-
Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war
Plead for our interest, and our being here.

Faulc. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out;
And so shall yoụ, being beaten : Do but start
An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd, .
That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ;
Sound but another, and another shall,
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder : for at hand

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(Not trusting to this halting legate here,
Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need)
Is warlike John; and in his forehead firs
A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day
To feast upon whole thousands of the French. .

Lewis. Strike up. our drums, to find this danger out.
Faulc. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not doubt.


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Alarums. Enter King John, and Hubert.
K. Jobn. How goes the day with us ? oh, tell me,

Hub. Badly, I fear : How fares your majesty?

K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long,
Lies heavy on me; Oh, my heart is sick!

Enter a Messenger. Mes. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulconbridge, Desires your majesty to leave the field; And send him word by me, which way you go.

K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there.

Mes. Be of good comfort ; for the great supply,
That was expected by the Dauphin here,
Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands.
This news was brought to Richard but even now :
The French fight coldly, and retire themselver.

K. Jobn. Ah me! this tyrane fever burns me up,
And will not let me welcome this good news.--
Set on towards Swinstead : to my litter straight ;
Weakness poffefeth me, and I am faint. [Exeunt.



The Frencb Camp.

Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, and Bigof.
Sal. I did not think the king sq ftor'd with friends.

Pemb. Up once again ; put spirit in the French ;
If they miscarry, we miscarry too.

Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,
In spight of spight, alone upholds the day.
Pemb. They say, king John, fore fick, hath left the field.

Enter Melun wounded, and led by Soldiers.
Melun. Lead me to the revolts of England here.
Sal. When we were happy, we had other names.
Pemb. It is the count Melun.
Sal. Wounded to death.

Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold;
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.
Seek out king John, and fall before his feet;
For, if the French be lords of this loud day,
* He means to recompence the pains you take,
By cutting off your heads : Thus hath he sworn,
And I with him, and many more with me,
Upon the altar at faint Edmund's-bury ;
Even on that altar, where we swore to you
Dear amity and everlasting love.

Sal. May this be posible ! may this be true!

Melun. Have I not hideous death within my view, Retaining but a quantity of life ;

w Untbread the rude eye of rebellion, 1-Clear it from all film, that it may see the path back to duty ;-lay aside the rude work.

i The Dauphini,

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