Arth. Sweete grandam, and good mother leaue these braules. Elian. Ile finde a time to triumph in thy fall. Conft. My time is now to triumph in thy fall, Enter a messenger. Meff. Lewis my lord, duke Arthur, and the reft, Lewis. Arthur away, t'is time to looke about. Eli. Why how now dame, what is your courage coold? And hopes to leade both John and thee as flaues: Exeunt. Excurfions. Elianor is refcued by Iohn, and Arthur is taken prifoner. Exeunt. Sound victory. Enter Iohn, Elianor, and Arthur prifoner, Bastard, Pembrooke, Salisbury, and Hubert de Burgh. John. Thus right triumphs, and John triumphs in right: Arthur thou feest, Fraunce cannot bolster thee: Thy mothers pride hath brought thee to this fall. But if at last nephew thou yeeld thy felfe Into the gardance of thine vncle John, VOL. II. Arthur. Arthur. Vncle, my grandame taught her nephew this, To beare captiuitie with patience. Might hath preuaild, not right, for I am king Of England, though thou weare the diademe. 2. Elin. Sonne John, foone fhall wee teach him to forget These prowd prefumptions, and to know himselfe. Iohn. Mother, he neuer will forget his claime, I would he liude not to remember it. But leauing this, we will to England now, Hubert. Frolicke yong prince, thogh I your keeper be, Yet fhall your keeper liue at your command. Arthur. As please my God, so shall become of me. 2. Elian. 2. Elian. My fonne, to England, I will see thee shipt, Baftard. Now warres are done, I long to be at home, To make fome fport among the smooth skind nunnes, John. To England lords, each looke vnto your charge, Exeunt. Enter the King of France, Lewes his fonne, Cardinall Pan- Philip. What, euery man attacht with this mishap? To lowre it for a checke or two of chaunce. Enter Conftance alone. Philip. To aggrauate the measure of our greefe, Deepe Deepe forrow throbbeth mif-befaine eueuts, Conftance. My tongue is tun'd to storie forth mishap : Muft Conftance fpeake? let teares preuent her talke: She weepes againe to heare the wracke of Troy : Lewis. Haue patience madame, this is chance of warre: He may be ranfom'd, we reuenge his wrong. Conft. Be it ne'r fo foone, I shall not liue fo long. Phil. Defpaire not yet, come Conftance, go with me, Thefe clouds will fleet, the day will cleare againe. Exeunt. Card. Now Lewis, thy fortune buds with happy fpring, Our holy fathers prayers effecteth this. Arthur is fafe, let John alone with him, Lewis. Thanks my lord legat for your good conceit, Exeunt. Enter Philip leading a friar, charging him fhew where the Abbots gold lay. Phil. Come on you fat Francifcan, dallie no longer, but fhew me where the abbots treasure lies, or die. Friar. Benedicamus Domini, was euer fuch an iniurie? Sweet S. Withold of thy lenitie, defend vs from extremitie, And And heare vs for S. Charitie, oppressed with austeritie. Gentle gentilitie grieue not the cleargie. Phil. Gray-gown'd good face, coniure ye, If this waft girdle hang thee not That girdeth in thy coat. Now bald and barefoot Bungie birds, Say Philip he had words enough, Fr. O pardon, O parce, S. Francis for mercie, It fhall neuer harme you. Phil. Come leaue off your rabble, Sir, hang vp this lozell. 2 Fr. For charitie I beg his life, The best in all our couent fir, And I will bring you by and by Vnto the priors cheft. Phil. I, faift thou fo, and if thou wilt the frier is at liberty, If not, as I am honeft man, I hang you both for company. Fr. Come hither, this is the cheft, thogh fimple to behold, That wanteth not a thousand pound in filuer and in gold. |