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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!

out.

Pem. There, tell the king, he may inquire us [Exeunt LORDS. Bast. Here's a good world!-Knew you of this fair work?

Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Of mercy,
if thou didst this deed of death,
Art thou damn'd, Hubert.

Hub, Do but hear ine, Sir.

Bast. Ha! I'll tell thee what;

Thou art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so black;

Thou art more deep damn'd 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

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
drown thyself,

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.

thou

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 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 the teeth The unowed interest of proud-swelling state. Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty, Doth dogged war bristle bis angry crest, And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace: Now powers from home, and discontents home,

Swearing allegiance and the love of soul,
To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
This inundation of mistemper'd humour
Rests by you only to be qualified.
Then pause not; for the present time's so sick,
That present medicine must be minister'd,
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 thank'd it is but voluntary.

Enter the BASTARD.

Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out,

But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd,
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 inte
the streets;

An empty casket, where the jewel of life

By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en

away.

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

Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he

knew.

But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad?
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;
at 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
there?

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 be, 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.
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O let it not be said!-Forage, and run
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

And I have made a happy peace with him;
with me,
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'd silken wanton brave our fields

And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
Perchance, the cardinal cannot make
And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms:

peace !

Or if he do, let it at least be said
They saw we had a purpose of defence.

• Convert.

your

+ Girdle.

This man was dragged at horses' tails to the town of Wareham, and there hanged on a gibbet with his son.---Hume, 1 Fondled.

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SCENE 11-A Plain near St. Edmund's-
Bury.

Enter, in arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN,
PEMBROKE, 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 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 wouud,
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,
That, for the health and physic of our right,
We cannot deal but with the very hand
Of stern injustice and confused wrong.-
And is't not pity, O my grieved friends!
That we, the sons and children of this 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
Upon the spot of this enforced cause,)
To grace the gentry of a laud remote,
And follow unacquainted colours here?
What, here?-O nation, that thou coulds't re-
move!

[weep

and

That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself,

[bine

And grapple thee unto a pagan shore;
Where these two Christian armies might com-
The blood of malice in a vein of league,
And not to spend it so unneighbourly!
Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this;
And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom,
Do 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 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,
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz’d
Than I had seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.
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 gossiping.

To give us warrant from the hand of heaven
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 spirit is come in,
That so stood out against the holy church,
The great metropolis and see of Rome :
Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up,
And tame the savage spirit of wild war;
That, like a lion foster'd up at hand,
It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
And be no further harmful than in show.
Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not
back

I am too high-born to be propertied,
To be a secondary at control,

Or useful serving-man, and instrument,
To any sovereign state throughout the world.
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars,
Between this chástis'd kingdom and myself,
And brought in matter that should 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 interest to this land,
Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart;
And come you now to tell me, John hath made
His peace with Rome? What is that peace to
me?

I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,
After young Arthur, claim this land for mine;
And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back,
Because that John hath made his peace with

Rome?

Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome
borne,

What men provided, what munition sent,
To underprop this action? is't not I,
That undergo this charge? who else but I,
And such as to my claim are liable,
Sweat in this business, and maintain this war?
Have I not heard these islanders shout out,
Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns?
Have I not here the best cards for the game,
To win this easy match play'd for a crown?
And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?
No, on my soul, it never shall be said.
Pand. You look but on the outside of this

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Let me have audience; I am sent to speak :--
My holy lord of Milan, from the king

I come, to learn how you have dealt for him;
And, as you answer, I do know the scope
And warrant limited unto my tongue.

Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,
And will not temporize with my entreaties;
He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arins.
Bast. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd,

Come, come! for thou shalt thrust thy hand as The youth says well :-Now hear our English

deep

Into the purse of rich prosperity,

As Lewis himself :-so, nobles, shall you all,
That knit your sinews to the strength of mine.

Enter PANDULPH, attended.

And even there, methinks, an angel spake :
Look, where the holy legate comes apace,

• Love of country.

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That hand, which had the strength, even at your ¦ SCENE IV.-The same.-Another part of the door,

To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch; •
To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells;
To crouch in litter of your stable planks;

To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and
trunks;

To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out
In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake,
Even at the crying of your nation's crow, t
Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ;-
Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
That in your chambers gave you chastisement?
No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms;
And like an eagle o'er his aeric towers,
To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.-
And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts,
You bloody Neros, ripping up the womb
Of your dear mother England, blush for shame :
For your own ladies, and pale visag'd maids,
Like Amazons, come tripping after drums;
Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,
Their neeldst to lances, and their gentle hearts
To fierce and bloody inclination.
Lew. There end thy brave, and turn thy
[well;
thee

face in peace;

We grant thou canst outscold us: fare
We hold our time too precious to be spent
With such a brabbler.

Pand. Give me leave to speak.
Bast. No, I will speak.

Lew. We will attend to neither :-
Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war
Plead for our interest, and our being here.
Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will

cry out;

[hand

And so shall you, being beaten : Do but start
And echo with the clamour of thy drum,
And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd,
That shall reverberate all as loud as thine;
Sound but another, and another shall
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at
(Not trusting to this halting legate here,
Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,)
Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits
A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day
To feast upon whole thousands of the French.
Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this dan-

ger out.

doubt.

Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same.-A Field of Battle. Alarums.-Enter King JOHN and HUBERT. K. John. How goes the day with us? O tell me, Hubert.

Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty ?

K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long,

Lies beavy on me; O my heart is sick!

Enter a MESSENGER.

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Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, [sold;
And welcome home again discarded faith.
Seek out king John, and fall before his feet;
For, if the French be lords of this loud day,
He means to recompense the pains you take,
By cutting off your heads: Thus hath he sworn,
And I with him, and many more with me,
Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury;
Even on that altar, where we swore to you
Dear amity and everlasting love.

I

Sal. May this be possible? may this be true?
Mel. Have I not hideous death within my
Retaining but a quantity of life:
[view,
Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax
Resolved from his figure 'gainst the fire?
What in the world should make me now deceive,
Since I must lose the use of all deceit ?
Why should I then be false; since it is true
That I must die here, and live hence by truth?
say again, if Lewis do win the day,
He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of your's
[breath
Behold another day break in the east:
But even this night,-whose black contagious
Already smokes about the burning crest
Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,-
Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire ;
Paying the fine of rated treachery,
Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives,
If Lewis by your assistance win the day.
Commend me to one Hubert, with your king;
The love of him,-and this respect besides,
For that my grandsire was an Englishman,-
Awakes my conscience to confess all this.
In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence
From forth the noise and rumour of the field;
Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts
In peace and part this body and my soul
With contemplation and devout desires.

Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew my
But I do love the favour and the form [soul
Of this most fair occasion, by the which
We will untread the steps of damned flight;
And like a bated and retired flood,
Leaving our rankness and irregular course,

Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faul- Stoop low within those bounds we have o'er

conbridge,

Desires your majesty to leave the field;
And send him word by me, which way you go.
K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the
abbey there.

Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great
supply,

That was expected by the Dauphin here,
Are wreck'd three nights ago on Godwin sands.
This news was brought to Richard but even now;
The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.

K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burus me up,
And will not let me welcome this good news.--
Set on toward Swinstead to my litter straight;
Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint.

[Exeunt.

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And calmly run on in obedience, [look'd,
Even to our ocean, to our great king John.-
My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence;
[flight;
For I do see the cruel pangs of death
Right in thine eye.-Away, my friends! New
And happy newness, that intends old right.
[Exeunt, leading of MELUN.
SCENE V.-The same.-The French Camp.
Enter LEWIS and his Train.
Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was
loath to set;

Pembroke was not amongst the revolters: Ho maintained his loyalty unshaken, during the lowest fortune of the king.---Hume. + Lewis. An allusion to the images made by witches. Immediate., Innovation.

But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush,
When the English measur'd backward their own
In faint retire: O bravely came we off, [ground,
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?

Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty
heaven,

And tempt us not to bear above our power !---
I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night,
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide,
These Lincoln washes have devoured them;
Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd.
Away, before! conduct me to the king;
I doubt, he will he dead, or ere I come.

[Exeunt.

Mess. The count Melan is slain; the English SCENE VII.-The Orchard of Swinstead. lords,

By his persuasion, are again fallen off: [long,
And your supply, which you have wish'd so
Are cast away, and sunk, on Godwin sands.

Lew. Ah! foul shrewd news!-Beshrew thy
very heart!

I did not think to be so sad to-night,
As this hath made me.-Who was he, that said
King John did fly, an hour or two before
The stumbling night did part our weary powers?
Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
Lew. Well; keep good quarter and good care
The day shall not be up so soon as I, [to-night;
To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.-An open Place in the Neigh
bourhood 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. Of the part of England.

Bast. Whither dost thou go?

Abbey.

Enter Prince HENRY, SALISBURY, and BIGOT.
P. Hen. It is too late; the life of all his
blood

Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain
(Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-
house,)

Doth, by the idle comments that it makes,
Foretell the ending of mortality.

Enter PEMBROKE.

Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and bolds
belief,

That, being brought into the open air,
It would allay the burning quality
Of that fell poison which assaileth him.

P. Hen. Let him he brought into the orchard
here.-

Doth he still rage?

[Exit BIGOT.

Pem. He is more patient,
Than when you left him; even now he sung.
P. Hen. O vanity of sickness! fierce ex-
tremes,

Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I In their continuance, will not feel themselves.

demand

Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?

Bast. Hubert, I think.

Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought:

I will upon all hazards, well believe

Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so
Who art thou?

[well:

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.

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Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou, and eye-Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death;
And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.

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Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen

news;

I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.

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
majesty ?

Hub. Why, know you not? the lords are all

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K. John. The salt in them is hot.Within me is a hell; and there the poison Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize On unreprievable condemned blood.

Enter the BASTARD.

Bast. Oh! I am scalded with my violent motion,

And spleen of speed to see your majesty.

K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye:

The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should sail,

Are turned to one thread, one little hair:
My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
Which holds but till thy news be uttered:
And then all this thou see'st, is but a clod,
And module of confounded royalty.

Bast. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him :

For, in a night, the best part of my power,
As I upon advantage did remove,
Were, in the washes, all unwarily,
Devoured by the unexpected flood.

[The King dies. Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead

an ear.

My liege! my lord !-But now a king,-now thus.

P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so stop.

What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,

When this was now a king, and now is clay! Bast. Art thou gone so? 1 do but stay behind,

And

To do the office for thee of revenge; [heaven, then my soul shall wait on thee to As it on earth hath been thy servant still.—— Now, now, you stars, that move in your right spheres, [faiths; Where be your powers? Show now your mended And instantly return with me again, To push destruction and perpetual shame Out of the weak-door of our fainting land: Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought;

The Dauphin rages at our very heels.

Sal. It seems you know not then so much

as we:

The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
Who half an hour since came from the Dan.
phin:

And brings from him such offers of our peace
As we with honour and respect may take,
With purpose presently to leave this war.

Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
For many carriages he hath despatch'd
To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel
To the disposing of the cardinal :

With whom yourself, myself, and other lords,
If you think meet, this afternoon will post
To consummate this business happily.

Bast. Let it be so;-And you, my noble

prince,

With other princes that may best be spar'd,
Shall wait upon your father's funeral.

P. Hen. At Worceste: must his body be in terr'd;

For so he will'd it.

Bast. Thither shall it then,

And happily may your sweet self put on
The lineal state and glory of the land!
To whom, with all submission, on my knee,
I do bequeath my faithful services
And true subjection everlastingly.

Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,

To rest without a spot for evermore.

P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you thanks,

And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Bast. O let us pay the time but needful

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