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This inundation of mistemper'd humour
Rests by you only to be qualify'd.
Then pause not; for the present time's so fick,
That present medicine must be minifred,
Or Overthrow incurable insues.

Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempeft up,
Upon your stubborn usage of the Pope :
But since you are a gentle convertite,
My tongue shall hush again this form of war;
And make fair weather in your bluft'ring Land.
On this Afcenfion 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 Afcenfon-day? did not the Prophet Say, that before Afcenfion-day at noon My Crown I should give off? even so I have : I did suppose, it should be on constraint ; But, heav'n be thank'd, it is but voluntary.

Enter Faulconbridge. Faulc. All Kent hath yielded, nothing there holds oue But Dover-Cafle: London hath receivd, Like a kind hoft, 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 ?

Faulc. They found him dead, and cast into the streets, An empty casket, where the jewel, life, By fome damn’d hand was robb’d and ta'en away:

K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live.

Faulc. So on my soul he did, for aught he knew : 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 fad diftruft
Govern the motion of a kingly eye :
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire ;
Threaten the threatner, and out-face the brow


Of bragging horror : so fhall 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 ;
Shew boldness and aspiring confidence.
What, fhall they seek the Lion in his den,
And fright him there? and make him tremble there?
Oh, let it not be faid! Forage, and run
To meet displeasure farther from the doors ;
And grapple with him, ere he come so nigh.
K. John. The Legate of the Pope hath been with

And I have made a happy peace with him;
And he hath promis'd to dismiss the Powers
Led by the Dauphin.

Faulo. Oh inglorious league !
Shall we, upon the footing of our Land,
Send fair-play-orders, and make compromise,
Infinuation, parley, and base truce,
To arms invasive ? shall a beardless boy,
A cocker’d, filken, Wanton brave our fields,
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
Mocking the air with Colours idely spread,
And find no check ? let us, my Liege, to arms:
Perchance, the Cardinal can't 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 ord'ring of this present

time. Faulc. Away then, with good courage; yet, I know, Our Party may well meet a prouder foe. [Exeunt.

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SCENE changes to the Dauphin's Camp, at

St. Edmundsbury. (18.)
Enter, in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melun, Pembroke,

Bigot, and Soldiers.

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Return the president 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 fides it never shall be broken.
And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear
A voluntary zeal and un-urg'd faith
To your proceedings; yet believe me, Prince,
I am not glad that such a Sore of time
Should seek a plaister by contemn'd revolt;
And heal th' inveterate canker of one wound,
By making many. Oh, it grieves my soul,
That I must draw this metal from my side
To be a widow-maker: oh, and there,
Where honourable rescue, and defence,
Cries out upon the name of Salisbury.
But such is the infection of the time,

(18) at St. Edmondsbury.) I have ventur'd to fix the Place ci of the Scene here, which is specified by none of the Editors, on the following Authorities. In the preceding Act, where Salise ) bury has fix'd ro go over to the Dauphin, he says,

Lords, I will meet him at St. Edmondsbury. .
And Count Melun, in this last Ad, says;

-and many more with me,
Upon the Altar at St. Edmondsbury;
Even on that Altar, where We swore to Tok
Dear Amity, and everlasting Love.

10 And it appears likewise from the Troublesom Reign of King Jebt, in two Parts, (the first rough Model of this Play) that the la terchange of Vows betwixt the Dauphin and the English Barons was at St. Edmondsbury,

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That, for the health and physick of our Right,
We cannot deal but with the


Of ftern injustice, and confused wrong.
And is't not pity, oh my grieved friends!
That we, the sons and children of this Ille,
Were born to see so sad an hour as this,
Wherein we step after a stranger March (19)
Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Her enemies ranks? (I must withdraw and weep
Upon the Spot of this enforced caufe ;)
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And follow unacquainted Colours here?
What, here? O nation, that thou could'st remove !
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thy self,
And grapple thee unto a Pagan shore!
Where these two christian armies might combine
The blood of malice in a vein of league,
And not to spend it so un-neighbourly.

Lewis. A noble temper doft thou shew in this;
And great affection, wrestling in thy bosom,
Doth make an earthquake of Nobility.
Oh, what a noble combat hast thou fought,
Between compulsion, and a brave respect !
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That filverly doth progress on thy cheeks.
My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation:
But this effufion of such manly drops,
This show'r, blown up by tempeft of the foul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd,
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heav'n
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.
(19) Wherein we step after a stranger, march

Upon her gentle Bofom,) Thus allthe printed Copies have mistakingly pointed this Pallage: but, with Submillion to the former Editors, the Word Stranger is here an Adjective in its Usage, and to be coupled to March, which is its Substantive and no Verb. And to ftep after a stranger March, is, What he presently calls in other Terms, following unacquainted Colours.

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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,
Full-warm of blood, of mirth, of goslipping.
Come, come ; for thou Thalt thrust thy hand as deep
Into the purse of rich prosperity,
As Lewis himself; fo, Nobles, fhall you all,
That knit your sinews to the strength of mine.

Enter Pandulph.
And even there, methinks, an angel spake!
Look, where the holy legate comes apace,
To give us warrant from the hand of heav'n,
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 ; his fpirit is come in,
That so stood out against the holy Church,
The great Metropolis and See of Rome.
Therefore thy threatning. Colours now wind up,
And tame the favage spirit of wild war ;
That, like a Lion foster'd up at hand,
It may lye gently at the foot of peace:
And be no further harmful than in shew.

Lewis. Your Grace shall pardon me, I will not back:
I am too high-born to be propertied,
To be a secondary at controul;
Or useful serving-man, and instrument,
To any sovereign State throughout the world.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of war,
Between this chastis'd Kingdom and my self;
And brought in matter, that should feed this fire.
And now "tis 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 int'rest to this Land;
Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart:



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