Pem. Sir, Sir, impatience hath his privilege. Bast. 'Tis true; to hurt his master, no man else. Sal. This is the prison: what is he lies here? [Seeing ARTHur. Pem. O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty! The earth had not a hole to hide this deed. Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath Doth lay it open, to urge on revenge. [done. Big. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to a grave, Found it too precious-princely for a grave. Sal. Sir Richard, what think you? Have you beheld, [think? Or have you read, or heard? or could you Or do you almost think, although you see, That you do see? Could thought, without this object, Form such another? This is the very top, Sal. If that it be the work of any hand?- Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death: Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! Hub. I am no villain. Sal. Must I rob the law? [Drawing his sword. Bast. Your sword is bright, Sir; put it up again. Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin. Hub. Stand back, Lord Salisbury, stand back, I say; [yours: By heaven, I think my sword's as sharp as I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget Your worth, your greatness, and nobility. Big. Out, dunghill! dars't thou brave a nobleman? Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend My innocent life against an emperor. Sal. Thou art a murderer. Hub. Do not prove me so ;t [false, Yet, I am none: Whose tongue soe'er speaks Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. Pem. Cut him to pieces. Bast. Keep the peace, I say. Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall you, Faulcon[lisbury: Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, SaIf thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame, I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword be time; bridge. Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devilis come from hell. Big. What wilt thou do, renowned FaulconSecond a villain, and a murderer? [bridge? Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. Big. Who kill'd this prince? Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well: I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss. Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Hub. Do but hear me, Sir. Thou art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so black; [cifer: Thou art more deep damn'd than Prince LuThere is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. Hub. Upon my soul, Bast. If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread That ever spider twisted from her womb Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou drown thyself, * Honest. + Moisture. By compelling me to kill you Pitv. 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. Bast. Go, bear him in thine arms. I am amaz'd, methinks; and lose my way Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits Upon your stubborn usage of the pope: But, since you are a gentle convertite,} K. John. That villain, Hubert, told me he did live. Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. [sad? But wherefore do you droop? why look you Be great in act, as you have been in thought; 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 O, let it not be said!-Forage, and run [there? To meet displeasure further from the doors; And grapple with him, 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! Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, Shall we, upon the footing of our land, Insinuation, parley, and base truce, To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy, A cocker'dt 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 Or, if he do, let it at least be said, [peace; 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. Bury. [Exeuni. Enter, in arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and Soldiers. My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, SCENE II.-A Plain, near St. Edmund's- Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon, 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. Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not Or useful serving-man, and instrument, Rome? 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, And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out Where honourable rescue, and defence, With that same weak wind which enkindled it. Cries out upon the name of Salisbury: You taught me how to know the face of right, But such is the infection of the time, Acquainted me with interest to this land, That, for the health and physic of our right, Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart; We cannot deal but with the very hand And come you now to tell me, John hath made Of stern injustice and confused wrong.His peace with Rome? What is that peace to And is't not a pity, O my grieved friends! I, by the honour of my marriage-bed, [me? That we, the sons and children of this isle, After young Arthur, claim this land for mine; Were born to see so sad an hour as this; And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back, Wherein we step after a stranger, march Because that John hath made his peace with Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up [borne, Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome Upon the spot of this enforced cause,) [weep What men provided, what munition sent, To grace the gentry of a land remote, To underprop this action? is't not I, And follow unacquainted colours here? That undergo this charge? who else but I, What, here?-O nation, that thou couldst re- And such as to my claim are liable, move! [about, Sweat in this business, and maintain this war? That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee Have I not heard these islanders shout out, Would bear thee from the knowledge of thy-Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns ? And grapple thee unto a pagan shore; [self, Have I not here the best cards for the game, Where these two Christian armies might com- To win this easy match play'd for a crown? The blood of malice in a vein of league, [bine And shall I now give o'er the yielded set? And not to spend it so unneighbourly! No, on my soul, it never shall be said. 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, As Lewis himself:-so, nobles, shall you all, Enter PANDULPH, attended. And even there, methinks, an angel spake : Pand. Hail, noble prince of France! Pand. You look but on the outside of this work. Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us? Enter the BASTARD, altended. Bast. According to the fair play of the world I come, to learn how you have dealt for him; Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite, Bast. By all the blood that every fury breath'd, That hand, which had the strength, even at To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch; trunks; To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out Even at the crying of your nation's crow,* That in your chambers gave you chastisement? Lew. There end thy brave, and turn thy Pand. Give me leave to speak. Bast. No, I will speak. Lew. We will attend to neither: And so shall you, being beaten: Do but start (Not trusting to this halting legate here, Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do 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! Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faul- Desires your majesty to leave the field; Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great sands. That was expected by the Dauphin here, me up, And will not let me welcome this good news:- Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and others. Sal. I did not think the king so stor❜d with In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, hath Enter MELUN wounded, and led by soldiers. names. Pem. It is the count Melun. Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and [view, Sal. May this be possible? may this be true? breath Since I must lose the use of all deceit? Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew my *A proverb intimating treachery. + Lewis. For I do see the cruel pangs of death [flight; Right in thine eye.-Away, my friends! New And happy newness,t that intends old right. [Exeunt, leading off MELUN. 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 welkin‡ When the English measur'd backward their own ground, In faint retire: O, bravely came we off, When with a volley of our needless shot, After such bloody toil, we bid good night; And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up, Last in the field, and almost lords of it! Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin? Lew. Here:-What news? Mess. The count Melun is slain; the Eng lish lords, By his persuasion, are again fallen off: [long, And your supply, which you have wish'd so Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands. Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news!-Beshrew thy very heart! 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, [Exeunt. SCENE VI.—An open place in the neighbour hood 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: [well: I will upon all hazards, well believe 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! thou, and eyeless night, [me, Have done me shame :-Brave soldier, pardon That any accent, breaking from my tongue, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine Hub. O, my sweet Sir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. [news; Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk: I left him almost speechless, and broke out To acquaint you with this evil: that you might The better arm you to the sudden time, Than if you had at leisure known of this. Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to him? 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 ma should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born To set a form upon that indigest * Forces. |