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To me, and to the state of my great grief,
Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. Let king's assemble ; for my grief's so great,
K. John. We like not this ; thou dost forget thyself. That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Enter Pandulph. Can hold it up: here I and sorrow sit;
K. Phil. Here comes the holy legate of the pope. Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
Pand. Hail, you aointed deputies of heaven!(She throws herself on the ground.
To thee, king John, my holy errand is. Enter King John, King Philip, Lewis, Blanch, Elinor, || 1 Pandulph, of fair Milan cardinal, Bastard, Austria, and Attendants.
And from pope Innocent the legate here,
Do, in his name, religiously demand, K. Phil. "Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed
Why thou against the church, our holy mother, day,
So wilfully dost spurn; and, force perforce, Ever in France shall be kept festival:
Keep Stephen Langton, chosen archbishop To solemnize this day, the glorious sun
of Canterbury, from that holy see? Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;
This, in our 'foresaid holy father's name, Tuming, with splendor of his precious eye,
Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee. The neagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:
K. John. What earthly name to interrogatories, The yearly course, that brings this day about, Can task the free breath of a sacred king ? Shall never see it but a holyday.
Thou canst not, cardinal, devise a name Const. A wicked day, and not a holyday! (Rising. So slight, unworthy, and ridiculous, -What hath this day deserv'd ? what bath it done; To charge me to an answer, as the pope. That it in golden letters should be set,
Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England, Among the high tides in the kalendar?
Add thus much more - That no Italian priest Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week;
Sball tithe or toll in our dominions ; This day of shame, oppression, perjury :
But as we under heaven are supreme head,
So, under him, that great supremacy,
So tell the pope; all reverence set apart,
K. Phil. Brother of England, you blaspheme in this. Yen, faith itself to hollow falsehood change!
K. John. Tho' you, and all the kings of Christendom, K. Phil. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause Are led so grossly by this meddling priest, To curse the fair proceedings of this day:
Dreading the curse that money may buy out ; Have I not pawnd to you my majesty ?
And, by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust, Const. You have beguild me with a counterfeit, Purchase corrupted pardon of a man, Rexembling majesty; which, being touch'd, and tried, || Who, in that sale, sells pardon from himself: Proves valueless : You are forsworn, forsworn ; Though you, and all the rest, so grossly led, You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish; But now in arms, you strengthen it with yours : Yet I, alone, alone do me oppose The grappling vigour and rough frown of war, Against the pope, and count his friends my foes. Is eold in amity and painted peace,
Pand. Then, by the lawful power that I have, And our oppression hath made up this league: Thou shalt stand curs’d, and excommunicate : Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjurd kings! And blessed shall he be, that doth revolt A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens !
From his allegiance to an heretic ; le not the hours of this ungodly day
And meritorious shall that hand be calla, Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,
Canonized, and worship'd as a saint,
Thy hateful life.
Cogst. O, lawful let it be,
Good father cardinal, cry thou, amen, That bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou To my keen curses; for, without my wrong, coward:
There is no tongue hath power to curse him right. Thoa little valiant, great in villany!
Pand. There's law and warrant, lady, for my curse. Theu ever strong upon the stronger side !
Const. And for mine too ; when law can do no right, Thor fortune's champion, that dost never fight Let it be lawful, that law bar no wrong: But when her humourous ladyship is by
Law cannot give my child his kingdom here;
For he, that holds his kingdom, holds the law:
Pand. Philip of France, on peril of a curse,
And raise the power of France upon his head,
Eli. Look'st thou pale, 'France? do not let go thy Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
hand. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. Const. Look to that, devil! lest that France repent, Aust. O, that a man should speak those words to me! || And, by disjoining bands, hell lose a soul. Baxt. And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. Aust. King Philip, listen to the cardinal. -Just. Thou dar’st not say so, villain, for thy life. Bast. And hang a calf's-skin on his recreant limbs.
Aust. Wel, ruffian, I must pocket up these wrongs, Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith; Because
And, like a civil war, set'st oath to oath, Bast. Your breeches best may carry them. Thy tongue against thy tongue. O, let thy vow K. John. Philip, what say'st thou to the cardinal ? Dirst made to heaven, first be to heaven perform'd: Const. What should he say, but as the cardinal ? That is, to be the champion of our church!
Lew. Bethink you, father; for the difference What since thou sworist, is sworn against thyself, Is, purchase of a heavy curse from Rome,
And may not be performed by thyself: Or the light loss of England for a friend : ,
For that, which thou hast swom to do amiss, Forgo the easier.
Is not arniss when it is truly done ; Blanch. That's the curse of Rome.
And being not done, where doing tends to ill, Const. O Lewis, stand fast; the devil tempts thee The truth is then most done not doing it: In likeness of a new untrimmed bride. [here, || Tbe better act of purposes mistook Blanch. The lady Constance speaks not from her Is, to mistake again; though indireet, faith,
Yet indirection thereby grows direct, But from her need.
And falsehood falsehood cures; as fire cools fire, Const.
O, if thou grant my need, Within the scorched veins of one new burn'd. Which only lives but by the death of faith,
It is religion, that doth make vows kept ; That need must needs infer this principle, — But thou hast sworn against religion; That faith would live again by death of need; By what thou swear’st, against the thing thou swear'sti 0, then, tread down my need, and faith mounts up; And mak’st an oath the surety for thy truth Keep my need up, and faith is trodden down.
Against an oath : The truth thou art unsure
Therefore, thy latter vows, against thy first,
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Against those giddy loose suggestions : K. Phil. Good reverend father, make my person Upon which better part our prayers come in, yours,
If thou vouchsafe them: but, if not, then know, And tell me, how you would bestow yourself. The peril of our curses light on thee; This royal hand and mine are newly knit;
So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off, And the conjunction of our inward souls
But, in despair, die under their black weight. Married in league, coupled and link'd together
Aust. Rebellion, flat rebellion ! With all religious strength of sacred vows;
Will't not be? The latest breath that gave the sound of words, Will not a calf 's-skin stop that mouth of thine ? Was deep-sworn faith, peace, amity, true love,
Lew. Father, to arms ! Between our kingdoms, and our royal selves;
Upon thy wedding day? And even before this truce, but new before,
Against the blood that thou hast married ? No longer than we well could wash our hands, What, shall our feast be kept with slaughter'd men? To clap this royal bargain up of peace,
Shall braying trumpets, and loud churlish drumsHeaven knows, they were besmcard and overstain 'd Clamours of hell,-be measures to our pomp? With slaughter's pencil; where revenge did paint O husband, hear me !-ah, alack, how new The fearful difference of incensed kings:
Is husband in my mouth!—even for that name, And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood, Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce, So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,
Upon my knee I beg, go not to arms Unyoke this seizure, and this kind regreet?
Against mine uncle. Play fast and loose with faith ? so jest with heaven, Const.
O, upon my knee,
Made luard with kneeling, I do pray to thee,
Blanch. Now shall I see thy love; What motive may And make a riot on the gentle brow
Be stronger with thee than the name of wife? of true sincerity? O holy sir,
Const. That which upholdeth hinu that thee uphokli
, My reverend father, let it not be so:
His honour: 0, thine honour, Lewis, thine honour. Out of your grace, devise, ordain, impose
Lew. I muse, your majesty doth seem so cold, Some gentle order ; and then we shall be bless'd When such profound respects do pull you ore To do your pleasure, and continue friends.
Pand. I will denounce a curse upon his head. Pand. All form is formless, order ordertess, K. Phil. Thou shalt not need :-England, I'll fall Save what is opposite to England's love.
K. John. France, thou shalt rue this hour within France, thou may'st hold a serpent by the tongule,
this hour. A cased lion by the mortal paw,
Bast. Old time the clock-setter, that bald sexton time, A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,
Is it as he will ? well then, France shall rue. Than keep in peace viat hand which thou dost bold. Blanch. The sun's o'ercast with blood : Fair day,
K. Phil. I inay disjoin my hand, but not iny faith. atlieu !
Which is the side that I must go withal?
There is a soul, counts thee her creditor, I am with both : each army hath a hand;
And with advantage means to pay thy love: And, in their rage, I having hold of both,,
And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath They whirl asunder, and dismember me.
Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished. Husband, I cannot pray that thou may'st win; Give me thy hand. I had a thing to say,Unele, I needs must pray that thou may'st lose; But I will fit it with some better time. Father, I may not wish the fortune thine ;
By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive:
To say what good respect I have of thee. Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose ;
Hub. I am much bounden to your majesty. Assured loss, before the match be play'd.
K. John. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so Lew. Lady, with me; with me thy fortune lies.
yet : Blanch. There where my fortune lives, there my But thou shalt have; and creep time ne'er so slow, life dies.
Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good, K. John. Cousin, go draw our puissance together.- | I had a thing to say,-But let it go :
[E.rit Bastard. The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, France, I am burnd up with inflaming wrath ; Attended with the pleasures of the world, A rage, whose heat hath this condition,
Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds, That nothing can allay, nothing but blood,
To give me audience :-If the midnight bell The blood, and dearest-valu'd blood, of France. Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, K. Phil. Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou Sound one unto the drowsy race of night; shalt turn
If this same were a church-yard where we stand, To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire: And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.
Or if that surly spirit, melancholy, K.John. No more than he that threats. To arms Had bak'd why blood, and made it heavy, thiek ; let's hie!
[Excunt. (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes SCENE II.-The same. Plains near Angiers. A
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, larums, Excursions. Enter the Bastard, with Aus
A passion hateful to my purposes ;) tria's Head.
Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes, Bast. Now, by my life, this day grows wondrous hot ; Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Some airy devil hovers in the sky,
Without a tongue, using conceit alone, And pours down mischief. Austria's head lie there; Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words; While Philip breathes.
Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, Enter King John, Arthur, and Hubert. I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: K. Jahn. Hubert, keep this boy ;-Philip, make up: But ah, I will not:-Yet I love thee well; My mother is assailed in our tent,
And, by my troth, I think, thou lov'st me well. And ta’en, I fear.
Hub. So well, that what you bid me undertake, Bast. My lord, I rescu'd her;
Though that my death were adjunct to my aet, Her lighness is in safety, fear you not :
By heaven, I'd do't. But on, my liege ; for very little pains
Do not I know, thou would'st? Will bring this labour to an happy end. [Excunt. Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, SCENE II.-The same. Alarums ; Excursions ;
He is a very serpent in my way; Rercat. Enter King John, Elinor, Arthur, the Bas.
And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, tard, Hubert, and Lords.
He lies before me: Dost thou understand me? K. Jehn. So shall it be; your grace shall stay be.
Thou art his keeper. hind, (To Elinor. Hub.
And I will keep him so, So strongly guarded.-Cousin, look not sad:
That he shall not offend your majesty. [To Arthur.
K. John. Death. Thy grandam loves thee; and thy uncle will
My lord ? As dear be to thee as thy father was.
A grave. Arth. O, this will make my mother die with grief. Hub.
He shall not live. K.John. Cousin, [To the Bastard,] away for Eng. K.John.
Enough land; haste before :
I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee; Aral, ere our coming, see thou shake the bags Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee : of hoarding abbots ; angels imprisoned
RememberMadam, fare you well: Set thou at liberty: the fat ribs of peace
I'll send those powers o'er to your majesis. Must by the hungry now be fed upon :
Eli. My blessing go with thee! Lise our commission in his utmost force.
For England, cousin : Bast. Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back, Hubert shall be your man, attend on you When gold and silver becks me to come on.
With all true duty.-On toward Calais, ho! (Exeunt. I leave your highness :-Grandam, I will pray (If ever I remember to be holy,)
SCENE 1V-The same, The French King's Tent. For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand.
Enter King Philip, Lewis, Panduiph, and AttendEli Farewell, may gentle cousin. X. John.
Coz, farewell. [E.xit Bas. K. Phil. So, hy a roaring tempest on the flood, Eli. Come hither, little kinsman ; hark, a word. A whole armado of convicted sail
[She takes Arthur aside. Is scatter'd and disjoin'd from fellowship. K. Jolni. Come hither, Hubert. Omy gentle Hubert, Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. We one that much; within this wall of flesh
K. Phil. What can go well, when we have run so ju?
Are we not beaten ? Is not Angiers lost?
O that these hand: could so redeem my sofi, Arthur ta'en prisoner ? divers dear friends slain ? As they have given these hairs their liberty! And blooly England into England gone,
But now I envy at their liberty, O'erbearing interruption, spite of France ?
And will again commit them to their bonds, Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified:
Because my poor child is a prisoner So bot a speed with such advice disposid,
And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, Such temperate order in so fierce a cause,
That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: Doth want example : Who hath read, or heard, It' that be true, I shall see my boy again ; of any kindred action like to this?
For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, K. Phil. Well could bear that England bad this To bim that did but yesterday suspire, praise,
There was not such a gracious creature born.
But now will canker sorrow eat my bud,
And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
And he will look as hollow as a ghost; Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit; In the vile prison of afflicted breath:
And so he'll die ; and, rising so again, I prythee, lady, go away with me.
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven Cons!. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace! I shall not know him: therefore never, never K. Phil. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Con Must I behold my pretty Arthur more. stance !
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
Const. He talks to me, that never had a son. But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
K. Phil. You are as fond of grief, as of your child. Death, death :-) amiable lovely death!
Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness!
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Thou hate and terror to prosperity,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts, And I will kiss thy detestable bones ;
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form"; And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows;
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief. Ard ring these fingers with thy household worms; Fare you well; had you such a loss as I, And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust, I could give better comfort than you do.And be a carrion monster like thyself:
I will not keep this form upon my head, Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st,
(Tearing of her heat-drese. And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love,
When there is such disorier in my wit. 0, come to me!
O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! K. Phil. O fair affliction, peace !
My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to ery: My widow-comfort, and my sorrows' cure! [Erit. O. that my tongue were in the thunder's month! K. Phil. I fear some outrage, and I'll follow her. Then with a passion would I shake the world;
[Erit. And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy,
Ler. There's nothing in this world, can make me Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
joy: Which scorns a modern invocation.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; Const. Thou art not holy to belie me so;
And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, I am not mad: this hair I tear, is mine;
That it yields naught, but shame, and bitterness. My name is Constance; I was Geffrey's wife
Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease, Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost :
Even in the instant of repair and health, I am not mad ;--I would to heaven, I were !
The fit is strongest; evils, that take leave, For then, 'tis like I should forget myself:
On their departure most of all show evil: 0, if I could, what grief should I forget!
What have you lost by losing of this day? Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
Lew. All days of glory, joy, and happiness. And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal;
Pand. If you have won it, certainly, you had. For, being rot mad, but sensible of grief,
No, no: when fortune means to men most good, My reasonable part produces reason
She looks upon them with a threatening eye. How I may be deliver'd of these woes,
'Tis strange, to think how much king John hath lost And teaches me to kill or hang myself:
In this which he accounts so clearly won: If I were mad, I should forget my son ;
Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his prisoner? Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he :
Lew. As heartily, as he is glad he hath him. I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
Pand. Your mind is all az youthful as your blood. The different plague of each calamity.
Now hear me speak, with a prophetic spirit; K. Phil. Bind up those tresses : 0, what love I note For even the breath of what I mean to speak In the fair multitude of those her hairs!
Shall blow each dust, each straw, each litde rub, Where but by chance a silver drop bath fallen, Out of the path which shall directly lead Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends
Thy foot to England's throne ; and, therefore, marks Do glew themselves in sociable gries;
John hath seiz.'d Arthur; and it cannot be Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
That, whiles warm life plays in that infant's reins, Sticking together in calamity.
The misplac'd John should entertain an hour, Crust. To England if you will.
One minute, pay, obe quiet breath of rest : K. Phil.
Dind up your hairs. A sceptre, snateh d with an unruly hand, Cons. Yes, that I will; And wherefore will I do it? Must be as boisterously maintain d as gaind: I tore them from their boul; and cried aloud, And he, that stands upon a slippery place,
Yakes nite of po vile bold to stay him up:
Hub. Indeed, I have becn merrier. That John may stand, then Arthur needs must fall; Arth.
Mercy on me! So be it, for it cannot be but so.
Methinks, no body should be sad but 1:
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
And so I would be here, but that I doubt
He is afraid of me, and I of him:
Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son ? This act, so evilly born, shall cool the hearts
No, indeed, is't not; And Í would to heaven, of all bis people, and freeze up their zeal ;
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert. That none so small advantage shall step forth,
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate To check his reign, but they will cherish it:
He will awake my mercy, which lies dead : No patural exhalation in the sky,
Therefore I will be sudden, and despatch. [Aside. No seape of nature, no distemper'd day,
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day: No common wind, no customed event,
In sooth, I would you were a little sick; But they will pluck away his natural cause,
That I might sit all night, and watch with you: And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs,
I warrant, I love you more than you do me. Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven,
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom.Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John.
Read here, young. Arthur. [Showing a paper.] How Lex. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life,
now, foolish rheum!
(Aside. But hold himself safe in his prisonment.
Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears.-
Can you not read it? is it not fair writ? Of all his people shall revolt from him,
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect : And kiss the lips of unacquainted change;
Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes ? And piek strong matter of revolt, and wrath,
Hub. Young boy, I must. Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John.
And will you? Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot ;
And I will. And, O, what better matter breeds for you,
Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but Than I have namid !-The bastard Faulconbridge
ache, Is now in England, ransacking the church,
I knit my handkerchief about your brows, Offending charity : If but a dozen French
(The best I had, a princess wrought it me.) Were there in arms, they would be as a call
And I did never ask it you again : To train ten thousand English to their side ;
And with my hand at midnight held your head ; 0s, as a little snow, tumbled about,
And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, A non becomes a mountain. O noble dauphin,
Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time; Go with me to the king: 'Tis wonderful,
Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? What may be wrought out of their discontent:
Or, What good love may I perform for you? Now that their souls are topful of offence,
Many a poor man's son would have lain still, For England go; I will whet on the king.
And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions : Let us
But you at your sick service had a prince. go;
Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, you say, ay, the king will not say, no. [Exeunt.
And call it, cunning; Do, an if you will:
Why, then you must.-Will you put out mine eyes?
These eyes, that never did, nor never shall,
So much as frown on you? SCENE 1.- Northampton. A Room in the Castle.
I have sworn to do it ;
And with hot irons must I burn them out.
Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age would do it!
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth:
And quench his fiery indignation,
1 Atten. I hope, your warrant will bear out the deed. But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
[E.reunt Attendants. An if an angel should have come to me, Young lad, come forth ; I have to say with you. And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, Enter Arthur.
I would not have believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert.
Hub. Come forth.
Good morrow, little prince. Re-enter Attendants, whrord, irons, óc.