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Upon your stubborn usage of the pope ;
But, since you are a gentle convertitea,
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.
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:
I did suppose it should be on constraint;
But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary.

[Exit.

Enter the Bastard.
Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out

But Dover castle: London bath receiv'd.
Like a kind host, the dauphin and his powers :
Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone
To offer service to your enemy;
And wild amazement burries up and down

The little number of your doubtful friends.
K. JOHN. Would not my lords return to me again,

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

By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away. K. JOHN. That villain Hubert told me he did live. Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew.

Be great in act, as you have been in thougbt;
Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, .
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviours from the great,
Grow great by your example, and put on
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
Away; and glister like the god of war,
When he intendeth to become the field :
Show boldness and aspiring confidence.
What, shall they seek the lion in his den,
And fright him there? and make him tremble there?

· Convertite-convert;-reclaimed to the authority of "holy church."

0, let it not be said !—Forage, and run
To meet displeasure further from the doors;

And grapple with bim, ere he come so nigh.
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

Led by the dauphin.
BAST.

O inglorious league !
Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
To arms invasive ? shall a beardless boy,
A cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields,
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms :
Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace;
Or if he do, let it at least be said,

They saw we had a purpose of defence.
K. JOHN. Have thou the ordering of this present time.
Bast. Away then, with good courage; yet I know,

Our party may well meet a prouder foe.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-A Plain, near St. Edmund's-Bury.

Enter in arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN, PEMBROKE, BIGot, and Soldiers.

Lew. My lord Melun, let this be copied out,

And keep it safe for our remembrance :
Return the precedent to these lords again;
That, having our fair order written down,
Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes,
May know wherefore we took the sacrament,

And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.
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; 0, 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 weep
Upon the spot of this enforced cause,)
To grace the gentry of a land remote,
And follow upacquainted colours here?
What, bere?-0 nation, that thou couldst remove
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself,
And grapple thee a unto a pagan shore;
Where these two christian armies might combine
The blood of malice in a vein of league,

And not to-spend b 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
Between compulsion and a brave respect !
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks:
My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation ;
But this effusion of such manly drops,
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd
Tban had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figurd quite o'er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
And with a great heart heave away this storm :
Commend these waters to those baby eyes
That never saw the giant world enrag'd;
Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,

Grapple thee. The original reads "cripple thee."

To-rpend. To, in the original, stands as the sign of the infinitive. Steevens thinks it a prefix, in combination with spend; as in The Merry Wives of Windsor,'

“And fairy-like, to-pinch the unclean knight.”

Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping.
Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep
Into the purse of rich prosperity
As Lewis himself:-80, nobles, shall you all,
That knit your sinews to the strength of mine.

Enter PANDULPH, attended.
And even there, methinks, an angel spake :
Look, where the holy legate comes apace,
To give us warrant from the hand of heaven;
And on our actions set the name of right,

With holy breath.
PAND.

Hail, noble prince of France !
The next is this,-King John hath reconcil'd
Himself to Rome; bis spirit is come in,
That so stood out against the holy church,
The great metropolis and see of Rome :
Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up,
And tame the savage spirit of wild war;
That, like a lion foster'd up at hand,
It may lie gently at the foot of peace,

And be no further harmful than in show.
Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back;

I am too high-born to be propertied,
To be a secondary at control,
Or useful serving-man, and instrument,
To any sovereign state throughout the world.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars
Between this chastis’d kingdom and myself,
And brought in matter that should feed this fire ;
And now 't is far too huge to be blown out
With that same weak wind which enkindled it.
You taught me how to know the face of right,
Acquainted me with interest to this land,
Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart ;
And come you now to tell me, John hath made
His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me?
I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,
After young Arthur, claim this land for mine;
And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back
Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?
Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne,
What men provided, what munition sent,
To underprop this action ? Is 't not I
That undergo this charge? Who else but I,

And such as to my claim are liable,
Sweat in this business, and maintain this war ?
Have I not heard these islanders shout out,
Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns ? a
Have I not here the best cards for the game ??,
To win this easy match play'd for a crown ?
And shall I now give o'er the yielded set ?

No, no, on my soul, it never shall be said.
PAND. You look but on the outside of this work.
LEW. Outside or inside, I will not return

Till my attempt so much be glorified
As to my ample hope was promised
Before I drew this gallant head of war,
And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world,
To outlook conquest, and to win renown
Even in the jaws of danger and of death.-
What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us ?

[Trumpet sounds.

Enter the Bastard, attended.
Bast. According to the fair play of the world,

Let me bave audience. I am sent to speak :
My holy lord of Milan, from the king
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 temporise 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 king;
For thus his royalty doth speak in me.
He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should :
This apish and unmannerly approach,
This harness'd masque, and upadvised revel,
This unhair'd 6 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,

Bank'd their towns. Probably sail'd along their banks. A passage in the old "King John' appears to have suggested this

" from the hollow holes of Thamesis

Echo apace replied Vive le roi.” Unhair'd-unbearded. The original reads unheard. Malone observes that hair was often written hear.

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