Between his purpose and his conscience, Pem. And, when it breaks, I fear, will issue thence The foul corruption of a sweet child's death. Good lords, although my will to give is living, Sal. Indeed, we fear'd, his sickness was past cure. was, Before the child himself felt he was sick: This must be answer'd, either here, or hence. K. John. Why do you bend such solemn brows Think you, I bear the shears of destiny? Sal. It is apparent foul-play; and 'tis shame, Pem. Stay yet, lord Salisbury; I'll go with And find the inheritance of this poor child, His little kingdom of a forced grave. That blood, which ow'd the breadth of all this isle, Three foot of it doth hold; Bad world the while! This must not be thus borne: this will break out To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt. [Exeunt Lords. K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent; There is no sure foundation set on blood; No certain life achiev'd by others' death. Enter a Messenger. A fearful eye thou hast; Where is that blood, So foul a sky clears not without a storm: power For any foreign preparation, Was levied in the body of a land! The copy of your speed is learn'd by them; For, when you should be told they do prepare, The tidings come, that they are all arriv'd. K. John. O, where hath our intelligence been drunk? Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care? That such an army could be drawn in France, And she not hear of it? Mess. My liege, her ear Is stopp'd with dust; the first of April, died Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion! O, make a league with me, till I have pleas'd Under whose conduct came those powers of France, That thou for truth giv'st out, are landed here? Mess. Under the Dauphin. Enter the Bastard and Peter of Pomfret. K. John. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tidings.-Now, what says the world Bast. But, if you be afeard to hear the worst, Bast. How I have sped among the clergymen, The sums I have collected shall express. But, as I travell'd hither through the land, I find the people strangely fantasied; Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams; Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear: And here's a prophet, that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heels; To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes, That, ere the next Ascension-day at noon, Your highness should deliver up your crown. K. John. Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst thou so? Peter. Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so. K. John. Hubert, away with him; imprison him; And on that day at noon, whereon, he says, I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang'd: For I must use thee.-O my gentle cousin, [Exit Hubert, with Peter. Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd? Bast. The French, my lord; men's mouths are full of it: Besides, I met lord Bigot, and lord Salisbury, K. John. Gentle kinsman, go, And thrust thyself into their companies: Bast. I will seek them out. K. John. Nay, but make haste; the better foot before.- O, let me have no subject enemies, When adverse foreigners affright my towns [Exit. K. John. Spoke like a spriteful noble gentle man. Go after him; for he, perhaps, shall need Mess. With all my heart, my liege. [Exit. K. John. My mother dead! Re-enter Hubert. Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen to-night: Four fixed; and the fifth did whirl about The other four, in wond'rous motion. K. John. Five moons? Hub. in the streets Old men, and beldams, Do prophecy upon it dangerously: Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: And he, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist; Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. K. John. Why seek'st thou to possess me with these fears? Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death? |