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Put but a little water in a spoon, And it shall be as all the ocean, Enough to stifle such a villain up.I do suspect thee very grievously.
Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, Let hell want pains enough to torture me! I left him well.
Bust. Go, bear him in thine arms.
I am amaz'd, methinks; and lose my way
Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits
SCENE I.-The same.-A Room in the Palace. Enter King JOHN, PANDULPH with the Crown, and Attendants.
K. John. Thus have I yielded up into your hand
The circle of my glory.
[Giring Joux the Crown. From this my hand, as holding of the pope, Your sovereign greatness and authority. K. John. Now keep your holy word: go meet the French;
And from his holiness use all your power
Pand. It was my breath that blew this tem
pest up, Upon your stubborn usage of the pope : But, since you are a gentle convertite,§ My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, And make fair weather in your blustering land. On this Ascension-day, remember well, Upon your oath of service to the pope, Go I to make the French lay down their arms. [Exit. K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the prophet
Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon,
* Confounded. Unowned. Girdle. Convert.
Enter the BASTARD.
Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out,
But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd,
And wild amazement hurries up and down
After they heard young Arthur was alive? Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the streets;
An empty casket, where the jewel of life
K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live.
Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he
But wherefore do you droop? why look you
K. John. The legate of the pope hath been
And I have made a happy peace with him ;
Bast. O inglorious league!
To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy,
They saw we had a purpose of defence.
Bast, Away then, with good courage; yet I know,
Our party may well meet a prouder foe.
Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith, To your proceedings; yet, believe me, prince, I am not glad that such a sore of time' Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt, And heal the inveterate canker of one wound, By making many: O, it grieves my soul, That I must draw this metal from my side To be a widow-maker; O, and there, Where honourable rescue, and defence, Cries out upon the name of Salisbury: But such is the infection of the time, That, for the health and physic of our right, We cannot deal but with the very hand Of stern injustice and confused wrong.And is't not pity, O my grieved friends! That we, the sons and children of this isle, Were born to see so sad an hour as this; Wherein we step after a stranger march Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and Upon the spot of this enforced cause,) [weep To grace the gentry of a land remote, And follow unacquainted colours here? What, here?-O nation, that thou could'st remove!
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, Would bear thee from the knowledge of thy And grapple thee unto a pagan shore; [self, Where these two Christian armies might comThe blood of malice in a vein of league, [bine And not to spend it so unneighbourly!
Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this; And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom, Do make an earthquake of nobility.
O, what a noble combat hast thou fought,
But this effusion of such manly drops,
[deep As Lewis himself:-so, nobles, shall you all, That knit your sinews to the strength of mine.
Enter PANDULPH, attended.
And even there, methinks, an angel spake:
Pand. Hail, noble prince of France!
Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not I am too high-born to be propertied,* [back; To be a secondary at control,
Or useful serving-man, and instrument,
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out
Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return
Enter the BASTARD, attended.
Bast. According to the fair play of the world, My holy lord of Milan, from the king Let me have audience; I am sent to speak :
I come, to learn how you have 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.
Bast. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd, The youth says well:-Now hear our English For thus his royalty doth speak in me. [king; He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should:" This apish and unmannerly approach, This harness'd masque, and unadvised revel, This unhair'd sauciness 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 take the hatch;
To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake, * Appropriated.
Leap over the hatch.
+ Face down. Covered.
Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint.
Lew. We will attend to neither:-
And so shall you, being beaten: Do but start
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear, And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at eld to hand
(Not trusting to this halting legate here, Whom he hath t us'd rather for sport than need,) Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day To feast upon whole thousands of the French. Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do Chaos not doubt. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The e same.-A Field of Battle. Alarums.-Enter King JOHN and HUBERT.
K. John. How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert.
Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty?
K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long, Lies heavy on me; O, my heart is sick!
SCENE IV.-The same.-Another part of the
Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and others.
Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with friends.
Pem. Up once again; put spirit in the French; If they miscarry, we miscarry too.
Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.
Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, bath left the field.
Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiers. Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. Sal. When we were happy, we had other
Pem. It is the count Melun.
Sal. Wounded to death.
Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, [sold;" 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, Het means to recompense 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 Saint Edmund's-Bury; Even on that altar, where we swore to you Dear amity and everlasting love.
Sal. May this be possible? may this be true? Mel. Have I not hideous death within my a quantity of [view, Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Resolved from 'gainst the fire ? What in the world should make me now deceive,
Since I must lose the use of all deceit?
Already smokes about the burning crest
Sul. We do believe thee,-And beshrew my
A proverb intimating treachery. + Lewis.
For I do see the cruel pangs of death] [flight;
SCENE V-The same.
-The French Camp. Enter LEWIS and his Train.
Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was loath to set; [blush, But stay'd, and made the western welkint When the English measur'd backward their own ground,
In faint retire: O, bravely came we off,
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. Where is my prince the Dauphin?
Mess. The count Melun is slain; the English lords,
By his persuasion, are again fallen off: long,
I did not think to be so sad to-night,
Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord. Lew. Well; keep good quarter, and good care to-night;
The day shall not be up so soon as I,
SCENE VI. An open Place in the Neighbourhood of Swinstead-Abbey.
Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, meeting. Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot.
Bast. A friend :-What art thou?
Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I demand
Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?
Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought: I will upon all hazards, well believe Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so Who art thou?
Bast. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets.
Hub. Unkind remembrance! thon, and eyeless night, Have done me shame:-Brave soldier, pardon [me, That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine
Bast. Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad?
Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of night,
To find you out.
Bast. Brief, then; and what's the news?
Hub. O, my sweet Sir, news fitting to the
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
Hub. A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain, Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his
Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all come back,
And brought prince Henry in their company; At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, And they are all about his majesty.
Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven,
I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power* this And tempt us not to bear above our power!night,
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, These Lincoln washes have devoured them; Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd. I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. Away, before! conduct me to the king;
SCENE VII-The Orchard of SwinsteadAbbey.
Enter Prince HENRY, SALISBURY, and BIGOT. P. Hen. It is too late; the life of all his blood
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain
Doth, by the idle comments that it makes,
Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and
That, being brought into the open air,
P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard here.Doth he still rage?
[Exit BIGOT. Pem. He is more patient Than when you left him; even now he sung. P. Hen. O vanity of sickness! fierce ex
In their continuance, will not feel themselves. Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Against the 'mind, the which he pricks and wounds
Which, in their throng and press to that last With many legions of strange fantasies; [hold, Confound themselves. "Tis strange, that death
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death;
Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born
To set a form upon that indigest
Re-enter BIGOT and Attendants, who bring in | When this was now a king, and now is clay?
King JoHN in a Chair.
K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath el-
It would not out at windows, nor at doors.
P. Hen. How fares your majesty?
And none of you will bid the winter come,
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips,
I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait,*
P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in
That might relieve you!
K. John. The salt in them is hot.-
Are turned to one thread, one little hair :
Bast. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him:
For, in a night, the best part of my power,
Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay be-
As it on earth hath been thy servant still.
Where be your powers? Show now your
And instantly return with me again,
To push destruction, and perpetual shame,
The Dauphin rages at our very heels.
Sal. It seems, you know not then so much
The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
And brings from him such offers of our peace
Bust. He will the rather do it, when he sees
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
Bast. Let it be so;-And you, my noble
Bast. Thither shall it then,
Sul. And the like tender of our love we
P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give
And knows not how to do it, but with tears.