When his fair angels would salute my palm; [Exit through the gates, L. s. E. END OF ACT II. ACT III. The French King's Tent. SCENE I.-The same. A Dais with one chair on it, L. U. E.-table with crucifix, book, &c., R.- -Sentries patrolling before the entrance, c., who disappear as the scene proceeds. A chair on the Stage, Shouts and flourishes are heard. L. Enter SALISBURY, CONSTANCE, and ARTHUR, L. c. ? Const. Gone to be married? gone to swear a peace Advances, c. False blood to false blood joined? Gone to be friends? Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those provinces ? It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard: I do not believe thee, man; I have a king's oath to the contrary. Thou shalt be punished for thus frighting me, For I am sick, and capable of fears; Oppressed with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; A woman, naturally born to fears. What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? What means that hand upon that breast of thine? Then speak again; not all thy former tale, Sal. (R.) As true as, I believe, you think them false, That give you cause to prove my saying true. Const. Oh! if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die; Lewis marry Blanch! Oh, boy! then where art thou? France friend with England! what becomes of me?— Fellow, begone; I cannot brook thy sight. Arth. (L.) I do beseech you, madam, be content. Const. If thou, that bidd'st me be content, were grim, Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains, Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, Patched with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, I would not care, I then would be content; But thou art fair; and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and fortune joined to make thee great : Of nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast, And with the half-blown rose. But fortune, Oh! She is corrupted, changed, and won from thee: Sh' adulterates hourly with thine uncle John; And with her golden hand hath plucked on France To tread down fair respect of sovereignty. Tell me, thou fellow, is not France forsworn? Envenom him with words, or get thee gone, And leave those woes alone, which I alone Am bound to under-bear. [Crosses, R. Arthur follows her. Sal. Pardon me, madam, without you to the kings. Const. (Putting Arthur, R.) Thou may'st, thou shalt: I will not go with thee. I will instruct my sorrows to be proud, For grief is proud, and makes his owner stout. [Sits on the ground, R. c. A Flourish, L. U. E. Enter KING JOHN, KING PHILIP, LEWIS, BLANCH, ELINOR, FAULCONBRIDGE, Austria, and the whole of the French and English parties. The Attendants place the other chair on the Dais. K. Phi. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day, Ever in France shall be kept festival: The yearly course, that brings this day about, Const. A wicked day, and not a holy day! [Rising. K. Phi. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause Const. You have beguiled me with a counterfeit, And our oppression hath made up this league.- Let not the hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset, Aust. (R.) Lady Constance, peace! Const. War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war. [Goes, L., and then up a little. Oh, Lymoges! Oh, Austria! thou dost shame That bloody spoil; thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward; Thou little valiant, great in villainy! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by, To teach thee safety! Thou cold-blooded slave, Aust. Oh, that a man should speak those words to me! Enter PANDULPH and Suite, R. c. K. Phi. Here comes the holy legate of the pope. To thee, King John, my holy errand is. I, Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal, And from Pope Innocent the legate here, Why thou against the church, our holy mother, K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories Can task the free breath of a sacred king? So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous, To charge me to an answer, as the pope. Tell him this tale; and from the mouth of England, But, as we under heaven are supreme head, [All appear alarmed at King John's temerity. K. Phi. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this. Dreading the curse that money may buy out, Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself,- Against the pope, and count his friends my foes. Pan. [Up, R. c.] Then, by the lawful power that I have, Thou shalt stand cursed, and excommunicate : And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt From his allegiance to an heretic; And meritorious shall that hand be called, Thy hateful life. Const. [Going up to Pandulph.] Oh! lawful let it be, That I have room with Rome to curse awhile. Good father Cardinal, cry thou amen To my keen curses; for without my wrong, There is no tongue hath power to curse him right. Let And raise the power of France upon his head, Eli. Look'st thou pale, France? do not let go thy hand. Faulc. And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs. Aust. Well, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Because Faulc. Your breeches best may carry them. K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal? K. Phi. Good reverend father, make my person yours, And tell me how you would bestow yourself. This royal hand and mine are newly knit, And shall these hands, so lately purged of blood, |