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made a pause,

Thy hand hath murder'd him: I hada mighty cause Forgive the co'liment that my passion made
Towish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him. Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind,
Hub. Had none, my lord! why, did not you And four imaginary eyes of blood
provoke me?

Presected thee more hideous than thou art.
K. John. It is the curse of kings, to be attended 5 10h, answer not; but to iny cioset bring
By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant The angry lords, with all expedient baste:
To break within the bloody house of life:

I conjure thee but slowly; run more last. [Ere. And, on the winking of authority,

To understand a law; to know the meaning
Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it irowns 10

A Street before a Prison.
More upon hunour than advis'd respect.

Enter drthur on the toalls. Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what I did. Arth. The wall is high; and yet will lleap down:K. John. Oh, when the last account 'twixt Good ground, be pitiful, and burt me not !heaven and earth

There's tew, or none, do know me; if they did, Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal 15 This ship-boy'ssemblance hath disguis'd me quite. Witness against us to damnation !

I am atraid; and yet I'll venture it.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds,


down, and do not break my limbs, Makes deeds ill done? Hlad'st not thou ben by,

i 11 find a tho:Isand shifts to get away: A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd,

As good to die, and go, as die, and stay, Quoted', and signed to do a deed oi shame, 20

[Leups doren. This murder had not come into my mind: Oh me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones :But, taking note of thy abhorr' aspect,

Heaven take mysoul, and England keep my bones! Finding thee fit for bloody villainy,

[Dies. Apt, liable, to be employed in danger,

*Enter Pembroke, Salisbury, and Bigot. I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death; 25 Sul. Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmund'sAnd thou, to be endeared to a king,

it is our safety, and we must embrace [bury; Mad'st it no conscience to destroy a prince. This gentle olier of the perilous time. Hub. My lord,

Pemb.Whobrought that letterfrom the cardinal? K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or Sul. The count Melun, a noble lord of France;

30 Whose private with me, of the Dauphin's love, When I spake darkly what I purposed;

Is much more general than these lines import. Or turn'dan eve of doutit upon my face ;

Bigot. Tomorrow morning let us meethimthen. Or bid me tell my tale in express words ; [off, Sal. Or, rather, then set forward: for 'twill be Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break Two long days' journey, lords, orere'we meet. And those thy fears might have wrought fears in 25

Enter Fuulconbridge. But thou didst understand me by my signs, [me: Fuulc. Once more to-day well met, distemper'd And didst in signs again parley withi sin;

lords ! Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, The king, by me, requests your presence straight. And, consequently, thy rude hand to act

Sal. The king batli dispossess'd himself of us; The deed,wliich both our tongues heldviletoname. 0 We will not live his thin-bestained cloak Out of my sight, and never see me more ! With our pure honours, nor attend the foot My nobles leave me; and my state is brav”, That leaves the print of blood where-e'er it walks: Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers: Return, and tell him so; we know the worst. Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,

Fuulc. Whate'er you think, good words, I think, This kingdon, this contine of blood and breath, 45 were best.

[now. Hostility and civil tumult reigns

Sul. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason Between my conscience, and my cousin's death. Fuule. But there is little reason in your grief:

Hub. Arin you against your other enemies, Therefore, 'twere reason, vou had manners now. I'll make a peace between your soul and you. Pemb. Sir, sir, impatience liath its privilege. Young Arthur is alive: This land of mine 501 Tuu.c. 'Tis true; to hurt his master, no man Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,

else. Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. Sal. This is the prison: What is he lies here? Within this bosom never enter'd yet

[Seeing Arthur. The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought, Pemb. O death, made proud with pure and And you have slanderd nature in my form;


princely beauty ! Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,

The earth had not a hole to hide this dieed. Is yet the cover of a fairer inind

Sal. Murder, as bating what himself hath done, Than to be butcher of an innocent child.

Doth lay it open to urge on revenge. [grave, K. John. Dotb Arthur live? O, haste thee to Bigot. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to the the peers,

60 Found it too precious-princely for a grave. Throw this report on their incensed rage,

Sal. Sir Richard, what think you ? flare you And make them tame to their obedience!

beheld, 'i. e. obsei ve], distinguished. ? Meaning, his private account, or letter to me. "j. e. before.


i. e. speak.

Or have you read, or heard? or could you think? Faulc. Thou wert better gaul the devil, Salis.
Or do you almost think, although you see, If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, [bury:
That you do see? could thought, without thisobject, Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame,
Form such another? This is the very top, I'll strike thee dead.' Put up thy sword betine ;
The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, 5 Or I'll so maul you and your toasting iron,
Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
The wildest savagʻry, the vilest stroke,

Bigot. What wilt thou do, renowned FaulconThat ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage, Second a villain, and a murderer? [bridge? Presented to the tears of soft remorse.

Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. Pemb. All murders past do stand excus’d in this, 10| Bigot. Who kill'd this prince? And this, so sole, and so unmatchable,

Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well: Shall give a holiness, a purity,

I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep To the yet-unbegotten sins of time;

My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss. And prove a deadly bloodshed, but a jest,

Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, Exampled by this heinous spectacle,

15 For villainy is not without such rheum ; Faule. It is a damned and a bloody work; And he, long traded in it, makes it seem The graceless action of a heavy hand.

Like rivers of remorse and innocency: If that it be the work of any hand.

Away with me, all you whose souls abhor Sal. If that it be the work of any hand

The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house ; We had a kind of light, what would ensue: 20 For I am stitled with the sniell of sin. It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;

Bigot.Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! The practice, and the purpose, of the king: Pemb. There, tell the king, he may enquire us l'rom whose obedience I forbid my soul,


[Ereunt lords, Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,

Fa:lc. Here's a good world !-Knew you of this And breathing to this breathless excellence 25 Beyond the infinite and boundless reach (fair work? T e incense of a vow, a holy row;

Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,
Never to taste the pleasures of the world, Art thou damn'd, Hubert.
Never to be infected with delight,

Hub. Do but hear me, sir.
Nor conversant with ease and idleness',

Paulo. Ha! I'll tell thee what; 'Till I have set a glory? to his hand,

30 Thou art damn'd so black--nay,nothing is so black; By giving it the worship’of revenge.

Thou art more deep damu'd than prince Luciser; Pemb. Bigot. Our souls religiously confirm thy There is not yet so ugly a tiend of hell words.

As thou shalt be, if thou didst hill this child.
Enter Hubert.

Hub. Upon my soul,
Hub. Loris, I am hot with haste in seeking you: 35 Faule. If thou didst but consent
Arthur doth live ; the king hath sent for you. To this most cruel act, do but despair,

Sul, Oh, he is bold, and blushes not at death : And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread
Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! That ever spider twisted from her womb
Hub. I am no villain.

Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be a beam Sul. Must I rub the law? [Drarving his sword. 40 To hang thee on : or, would'st thou drown thyself, Faulc. Your sword is bright, sir ; put it up

Put but a little water in a spoon, again.

and it shall be as all the ocean, Sal, Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin. Enough to stifle such a villain up. Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, I do suspect thee very grievously. say;

45 Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought,
By heaven, I think my sworil's as sharp as yours: Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath
I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; Let hell want pairis enough to torture me!
Lest I, by inarking of your rage, forget

I left him well.
Your worth, your greatness, and nobility. 150 Fuulc. Go, bear him in thine arms.-
Bigot. Out, dunghill! dar’st thou brave a no lamaniaz'd, methinks; and lose my way

Among the thorns and dangers of this world.--
Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend How easy dost thou take all England up!
My innocent life against an emperor.

From forth this morsel of deaci royalty, Sal. Thou art a inurderer.

55 The life, the right, and truth of all this realm Hub. Do not prove' me so;

[false, Is fled to heaven; and England now is left Yet', i am none: Whose tongue soc'er speaki To tug, and scamble, and to part by the teeth Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. The unow'd' interest of proud swelling state. Pimbi Cit him to pieces.

Now, for the bare-pich'd bone of majesty, Fuulc. Keep the peace, I say.

100 Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest, Sul. Stand by,or Ishallgaul you, Faulconbridge. And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace:

? This is a copy of the rous made in the ages of superstition and chivalry. * Glory here means, stil nidor, or rinitin. "j. e. the honour or dignity. *j. e, honest. j. e. do not inake me one. Ye. for hitherto. ?i. e. unclaimed, or unosind.


Now powers from home, and discontents at home, (Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits And follow me with speed; I'll to the king: (As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast)

A thousand businesses are brief in hand, The imminent decay of wrested pomp'.

And beaven itself doth trown upon the land. Now happy be, whose cloak and cincture can 5


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Faulc. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. The Court of England.

But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad?

15 Be great in act, as you have been in thought; Enter K’ing John, Pandulph, and Attendants. Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, K.John. THUS have 1 yielded up into your

Govern the motion of a kingly eye:

Be stirring as the time; be tire with fire; The circle of my glory. [Giving up the crown. Threaten the threatner, and out-face the brow Pand. Take again

200f bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes, From this my hand, as holding of the Pope,

That borrow their behaviours from the great, Your sovereign greatness and authority. (French; Grow great by your example, and put on

K.John. Now keep your holy word: go meet the The dauntless spirit of resolution. And from his holiness use all your power

Away; and glister like the god of war, To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd. 25 When he intendeth to become the field: Our discontented counties do revolt;

Shew boldness, and aspiring confidence. Our people quarrel with obedience;

What, shall they seek the lion in his den? (there? Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul, And frighit hin there; and make him tremble To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.

Oi, let it not be said !---Forage', aud run This inundation of mistemper'd humour 301To meet displeasure farther from the doors; Rests by you only to be qualify'd.

And grapple with him, ere he come so nigh. [me, Then pause not ; for the present time's so sick, K. John. The legate of the Pope hath been with That present medicine must be ministred, And I have made a happy peace with him; Or overthrow incurable ensues,


And he hath promis's to dismiss the powers Pand. It was my breath that blew this teinpest 35 Led by the Dauphin. Upon your stubborn usage of the Pope:

Faulc. Oh inglorious league ! But, since you are a gentle convertite“, Shall we, upon the footing of our land, My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, And make fair weather in your blastering land. Insinuation, parley, and base truce, On this Ascension-day, remember well, 40 To arms invasive Shall a beardless boy, Cpon your oath of service to the Pope,

A cocker'd silken wanton braye our fields, Golto make the l'rench lay down their arıns. [Er. And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,

K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the Mocking the air with colours idly spread, Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon), [prophet And tind no check? Let us, my liege, to arms: My crown I should give off? Even so l'have: 45 Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace; I did suppose, it should be on constraint; Or if he do let it at least be said, But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary. They saw we had a purpose of defence. [time, Enter Faulconbridge,

K. John. Have thou the ordering of this present Faulc. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds Fuuic. Away,then, with good courage; yet Iknow, But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd, [out, 50 Our party may well meet a prouder fue. (Exeunt, Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers: Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone

SCENE II, To offer service to your enemy;

The Dauphin's camp at St. Edmund's-bury. And wild amazement hurries up and down The little number of your doubtful friends,

35 Enter, in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melun, PemK. John. Would not my lords return to me again,

broke, Bigot, and Soldiers. After they heard young Arthur was alive? (streets;

Lewis. My lord Melun, let this be copied out, Faulc. They found him dead, and cast into the And keep it safe for our remembrance: An empty casket, where the jewel of life,

Return the precedent to these lords again; By some dainu'd hand, was robb’d and ta'en away. 60 That, having our fair order written down, K. John. That villain Hubert told me he did live. Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes,

Wrested pomp means, greatness obtained by violence. 2 i. e. convert. i. e, range abroad. "1. e. the original treaty between the Dauphin and the English lords,


May know wherefore we took the sacrament, To give us warrant for the hand of heaven; And keep our faiths firm and inviolable. And on our actions set the name of right,

Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. With holy breath. And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear,

Pand. Hail, noble prince of France ! A voluntary zeal, and an unurg'd faith, 5 ['be next is this,-king John hath reconcil'd To your proceedings; yet, believe me, prince, Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in, I ain not glad that such a sore,of time

That so stood out against the holy church, Should seek a plaister by contemn'd revolt, The great metropolis and see of Rome: And heal the inveterate canker of one wound, Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up, By making many: Oh, it grieves my soul, 10 And tame the savage spirit of wild war; That I must draw this metal from my side That, like a lion foster'd up at hand, To be a widow-maker; oh, and there,

It may lie gently at the foot of peace, Where honourable rescue, and defence,

And be no further harmful than in shew. (back; Cries out upon the name of Salisbury:

Lewis. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not But such is the infection of the time,

151 am too high-born to be property'd, That, for the health and physic of our right, To be a secondary at controul, We cannot deal but with the very hand

Or useful serving-man, and instrument, Of stern injustice and confused wrong.-

To any sovereign state throughout the world. And is't not pity, oh, my grieved friends! Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars That we, the sons and children of this isle, 20 Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself, Were born to see so sad an hour as this;

And brought in matter that should feed this fire; Wberein we step after a stranger march

And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out Upon her gentle bosom, and till up

With that same weak wind which enkindled it. Her enemies ranks, (I must withdraw and weep You taught me how to kuow the face of right, l'pon the spot of this enforced cause)

25 Acquainted me with interest to this land, Το grace the gentry of a land remute,

Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart; And follow unacquainted colours here?

And come ye now to tell me, John hath made What, here?-Onation, that thou could'st remove! His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, I by the honour of my marriage-bed, Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself, 30 After young Arthur, claim this land for mine; And grapple thee unto a pagan shore;

And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back, Where these two christian armies might combine Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? The blood of malice in a vein of league,

Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne, And not to spend it so unneighbourly!

What men provided, what munition sent, Lewis. A noble temper dost thou show in this; 35 To underprop this action? Is't not I, And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom, That undergo this charge? who else but I, Do make an earthquahe of nobility.

And such as to my claim are liable, Oh, what a noble combat hast thou fought,

Su eat in this business, and maintain this war? Between compulsion, and a brave respect' ! Have I not heard these islanders shout out, Let me wipe off this honourable dew,

40\Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns? That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks: Have I not here the best cards for the game, My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,

To win this easy match play'd for a crown? Being an ordinary inundation;

and shall I now give o'er the yielded set? But this effusion of such manly drops,

No, no, on my soul, it never shall be said. 'This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,

451 Pund. You look but on the outside of this work, Startles mine eyes, and makes ine more amaz'd Lewis. Outside or inside, I will not return Than ha i I seen the vaulty top of heaven 'Till my attempt so much be glorify'd Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. As to iny ample hope was promised Lit up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,

Before I drew this gallant head of war, And with a great heart heave away this storm : 50 And culld these fierý spirits from the world, Command these waters to those baby eyes, To out-look conquest, and to win renown That never saw the giant world enrag'd; Even in the jaws of danger and of death.Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,

[Trumpet sounds. Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping. What lusty trumpet thus doth sumınon us? Come,come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep 35 Enter Fauleonbridge, attended. Into the purse of rich prosperity,

Faulc. According to the fair play of the world, As Lewis himself:-so, nolles, shall you all, Let me bave audience; I am sent to speak :I hat knit your sinews to the strength of mine. My holy lord of Milan, from the king Ent, Pandulph, attended

come, to learn how you have dealt for him; And even there, methinks, an angel spake: 60 And, as you answer, I do know the scope Look, where the holy legate comes apace,

And warrant limited unto my tongue. This compulsion was the necessity of a reformation in the state; which, according to Salisbury's opinion (who, in his speech preceding, calls it an enforced cuuse), could only be procured by foreign arms: and the brave respect was the love of his country. .


me, Hubert.

Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,

1 Lercis. Strike up our drumsto find this danger out. And will not temporize with my entreaties ; Faulc. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.


(Ereunt. Faulc. By all the blood that ever fury breath’d,

S CE N E JII. The youth says well:-Now hear our English 5

A Field of Battle. For thus his royalty doth speak in me. [king Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert. He is prepard ; and reason, too, he should:

K. John. How goes the day with us? oh, tell This apish and unmannerly approach, This harness'd masque, and unadvised revel,

Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty? This unhair'd' sauciness, and boyish troops, 10 K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me solong, The king doth smile at; and is well prepard

Lies heavy on me; Oh, my heart is sick! To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms,

Enter a Messenger. From out the circle of his territories.

Mes. My lord, your valiant kinsman, FaulconThat hand, which had the strength, even at your

bridge, door,

15 Desires your majesty to leave the field; To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch ? ; And send him word by me, which way you go. To dive like buckets of concealed wells; To crouch in litter of your stable planks ;

K. John. Tell bim, toward Swinstead, to the

abbey there To lie, like pawns, lock'd-up in chests and trunks;

Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great supply, To hug with swine ; to seek sweet safety out

20 That was expected by the Dauphin here, In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake,

Are wreek'd three nights agoon Goodwin-sands. Even at the crying of your nation's crow, This news was brought to Richard* but even now: Thinking this voice an arined Englishman ; The French fight coldly, and retire then selves Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,

K. John Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, That in your chambers gave you chastisement ? 25 And will not let me welcome this good news.No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; Set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight; And, like an eagle o'er his aiery' towers, Weakness possesseth me, and I ain faint. [Exe. To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.

S CE N E IV. And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts,

The French Camp. You bloody Neroce, ripping up the womb 301 of your dear mother E gland, blush for shame : Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, and Bigot. For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids, Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with friends. Like Amazons, come tripping after drums ; Pemb. Uponce again ; put spirit in the French; Their thimbles into armed gantlets change, If they miscarry, we miscarry too. Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts 35 Sal. That isbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, To fierce and bloody inclination.

In spight of spight, alone upholds the day. Theld. Lewis. 'I here end thy brave, and turn thy face Pemb. They say, king John,sore sick, hath left the in peace;

Enter Melun wounded, and led by soldiers. We grant, thou canst out-scold us : fare thee well; Melun. Lead me to the revolts of England here. We hold our time too precious to be spent 40 Şal. When we were happy, we had other names. With such a brabler.

Pemb. It is the count Melun. Pand. Give me leave to speak.

Sal. Wounded to death.

(sold; Faule. No, I will speak.

Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and Lewis. We will attend to neither:

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war 45 And welcome home again discarded faith. Plead for our interest, and our being here. Seek out king John, and fall before his feet : Faulc. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will For, if the French be lords of this loud day, cry out ;

He means to recompense the pains you take, And so shall you, being beaten : Do but start By cutting off your heads : Thus hath be sworn, An echo with the clamour of thy drum,

50 And I with him, and many niore with me, And even at handa druin is ready brac'd, Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-bury; That shall reverberate all as loud as tbine ; Even on that altar where we swore to you Sound but another, ard another shail,

Dear amity and everlasting love. As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,

Sal. May this be possible! may this be true! And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand 55 Melun. Have I not bideous death within my (Not trusting to this halting-legate here,

Retaining but a quantity of life; [view, Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need) Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits

Resolveth from his tigure 'gainst the fire"? A bare-ribb’d death, whose office is this day

What in the world should make me now deceive, To feast upon whole thousands of the French. 160 Since I must lose the use of all deceit? 11. e. unbearded sauciness, alluding to tbe Dauphin's youth. To take the hatch, is to lear the

* An aiery is the nest of an eagle. * Meaning, Faulconbridge. Alluding to the images made by witchies.



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