Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, The Court of England. Enter King JOHN, PANDULPH, 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 To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd. Our people quarrel with obedience ; 10 Then pause not; for the present time's so sick That That present medicine must be ministred, Or overthrow incurable ensues. Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up, Upon your stubborn usage of the pope : But, since you are a gentle convertite, My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, Upon your oath of service to the pope, 20 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, My crown I should give off? Even so I have: Enter FAULCONBRIDGE. 30 Faule. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out, But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd, Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers: To offer service to your enemy; And wild amazement hurries up and down K. John. Would not my lords return to me again, After they heard young Arthur was alive? Faulc. They found him dead, and cast into the streets; 40 An An empty casket, where the jewel of life, By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away. What, shall they seek the lion in his den? 50 And fright him there; and make him tremble there? Oh, let it not be said !-Forage, and run To meet displeasure farther from the doors; 60 K. John. The legate of the pope hath been with me, And I have made a happy peace with him; And he hath promis'd to dismiss the powers Faulc. Oh inglorious league ! Shall we, upon the footing of our land, Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, 70 Το To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy, Mocking the air with colours idly spread, They saw we had a purpose of defence. K. John. Have thou the ordering of this present time. 79 Faulc. Away then, with good courage; yet, I know, Our party may well meet a prouder foe. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Dauphin's Camp at St. Edmund's-Bury. Enter, in Arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and Soldiers. Lewis. My lord Melun, let this be copied out, And keep it safe for our remembrance: Return the precedent to these lords again; Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. 90 ៖ To 1 To your proceedings; yet, believe me, prince, Of stern injustice and confused wrong.- 100 Her enemies' ranks (I must withdraw and weep 110 To grace the gentry of a land remote, And follow unacquainted colours here ? What, here?-O nation, that thou could'st remove ! Where these two Christian armies might combine I 120 Lewis. |