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And foul imaginary eyes of blood
Scene III.- The same. Before the Castle.
Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what I
did. K. John. O, when the last account 'twixt hea
ven and earth
Hub. My lord, -
Enter Arthur on the walls.
[Leaps down. O me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones.Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!
made a pause,
When I spake darkly what I purposéd ;
And those thy fears might have wrought fears in
But thou didst understand me by my signs,
Out of my sight, and never see me more !
Hub. Arm you against your other enemies;
K. John. Doth Arthur live? O haste thee to
Enter PEMBROKE, SALISBURY, and Bigot. Sal. Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmund's
bury. It is our safety, and we must embrace This gentle offer of the perilous time.
Pem. Who brought that letter from the cardinal?
Sal. The Count Melun, a noble lord of France : Whose private with me, of the Dauphin's love, Is much more general than these lines import.
Big. To-morrow morning let us meet him, then.
Sal. Or rather, then set forward: for 't will be Two long days' journey, lords, or ere we meet.
Enter the Bastard. Bast. Once more to-day well met, distempered
lords. The King, by me, requests your presence straight.
Sal. The King hath dispossessed himself of us : We will not line his thin bestainéd cloak With our pure honours, nor attend the foot That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks. Return and tell him so: we know the worst. Bast. Whate'er you think, good words I think
were best. Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason
Bast. But there is little reason in your grief: Therefore 't were reason you had manners now.
Pem. Sir, sir, impatience hath his privilege. Bast. ”T is true: to hurt his master; no man else. Sal. This is the prison. What is he lies here!
Found it too precious-princely for a grave.
object, Form such another?—This is the very top, The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke, That ever wall-eyed wrath or staring rage Presented to the tears of soft remorse! Pem. All murders past do stand excused in
And this, so sole and so unmatchable,
Bast. It is a damnéd and a bloody work;
Sal. If that it be the work of any hand!
Our souls religiously confirm thy word.
Enter HUBERT. Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you. Arthur doth live: the King hath sent for you.
Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death.Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone !
Hub. I am no villain.
By heaven, I think my sword 's as sharp as yours.
man ? 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:
Pem. Cut him to pieces.
Keep the peace, I say.
Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: If 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 betime; Or I 'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell. Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Falcon
Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Hub. 'T is not an hour since I left him well. I honoured him; I loved him; and will weep My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss.
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes. For villany is not without such rheum; And he, long traded in it, makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency.— Away, with me, all you whose souls abhor The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house : For I am stifled with this smell of sin.
Big. Away toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! Pem. There, tell the King, he may inquire us out.
Bast. Here's a good world !-Knew you of this
Hub. Do but hear me, Sir.
Bast. Ha! I 'll tell thee what: Thou art damned as black-nay, nothing is so
black : Thou art more deep damned than Prince Lucifer. There 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
Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought,
Bast. Go, bear him in thine arms.I am amazed, methinks, and lose my way Among the thorns and dangers of this world.How easy dost thou take all England up! From forth this morsel of dead royalty, The life, the right, and truth of all this realm Is fled to heaven; and England now is left To tug and scramble, and to part by th' teeth The unowed interest of proud-swelling state. Now, for the bare-picked bone of majesty, Doth doggéd war bristle his angry crest, And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace. Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits (As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast) The imminent decay of wrested pomp. Now happy he whose cloak and cincture can Hold out this tempest.—Bear away that child, And follow me with speed: I'll to the King. A thousand businesses are brief in hand, And heaven itself doth frown upon the land.
Scene I.--Northampton. 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.
Pand. Take again [Giving John 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 To stop their marches 'fore we are inflamed. Our discontented counties do revolt; Our people quarrel with obedience ; Swearing allegiance and the love of soul To stranger blood, to foreign royalty. This inundation of mistempered humour Rests by you only to be qualified. Then pause not; for the present time 's so sick That present medicine must be ministered, 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, 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, My crown I should give off? Even so I have: I did suppose it should be on constraint; But, heaven be thanked, it is but voluntary.
Enter the Bastard. Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there
holds out But Dover castle: London hath received, 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 hurries 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 damned hand was robbed and ta'en
away. K. John. That villain Hubert told me be did
K. John. The legate of the pope hath been
Bast. O inglorious league !
sent 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, Pem
BROKE, 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 unurged faith To your proceedings; yet believe me, prince, I am not glad that such sore of time Should seek a plaster by contemned 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;- 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 confuséd wrong. And is 't not pity, O my grieved friends, That we, the sons and children of tbis 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 enforcéd cause),
Lew. A noble temper dost thou shew in this;
Enter PanduLPH, attended.
Pand. Hail, noble prince of France !