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Set thou at liberty! the fat ribs of peace
Ilubert shall be your man, attend on you Must by the hungry now be fed upon.
With all true duly. – On toward Calais, ho! (Exeunt. Use our commission in his utmost force!
Bast. Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me back, SCENE IV. - The same. The French King's tent. When gold and silver becks me to come on.
Enter King PuiLiP, Lewis, PanduLPH, und AttenIleave your highness. — Grandam, I will pray
dants. (If ever I remember to be holy,).
K. Phi. So, by a roaring tempest on the flood, For your fair safety; so I kiss your hand.
A whole armado of convicted sail Eli. Farewell, my gentle cousiu !
Is scatter'd and disjoin’d from fellowship. K. John. Coz, farewell!
(Exit Bastard. Pand. Courage and comfort! all shall yet go well. Eli. Come hither, litile kinsman; hark, a word! K. Phi. What can go well, when we have run soill?
(She takes Arthur aside. Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? K. John. Come hither, Hubert ! O my gentle Hubert, Arthur ta’en prisoner ? divers dear friends slain ? We owe thee much ; within this wall of flesh
And bloody England into Eugland gone, There is a soul, counts thee her creditor,
O’erbearing interruption, spite of France? And with advantage means to pay thy love.
Lew. What he hath won, that hath he fortified: And, my good friend, thy voluntary oath
So bot a speed with such advice dispos’d, Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished.
Such temperate orderin so fierce a cause, Give me thy hand! I had a thing to say, —
Doth want example. Who hath read, or heard, But I will fit it with some better time.
Ofany kindred action like to this? By heaven, Hubert, I am almost asham'd
K. Phi. Well could I bear, that England had this To say, what good respect I have of thee.
praise, Hub, I am much bounden to your majesty.
So we could find some pattern ofour shame. K. John. Good friend, thou hast po cause to say so
Enter CoxstaxCE. yet,
Look, who comes here! a grave nnto a soul,
In the vile prison of aftlicted breath.
I pr’ythee, lady, go away with me!
Cunst. Lo, now! now see the issue of your peace! Attended with the pleasures of the world,
K. Phi. Patience, good lady! comfort, gentle Corr Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds,
stance ! To give me andience. - If the midnight bell
Const. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
But that, which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death. — O amiable lovely death!
Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
Thou hate and terror to prosperity, Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick, And I will kiss thy détestable bones, (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows, Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, And ring these fingers with thy household worms, And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
And stop this gap or breath with fulsome dust, A passion hateful to my purposes ;)
And be a carrion monster like thyself. Orif'that thou could'st see me without eyes,
Come, grin on me, and I will thiuk thou smil'st, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
And buss thee as thy wife! Misery's love, Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
0, come to me! Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words: K. Phi. O fair afliction, peace! Then, in despite of brooded watchful day,
Const. No, no, I will not, having breath to cry. I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts.
O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! But al, I will nat: — yet I love thee well;
Then with a passion would I shake the world,
Hub. 'So well, that what you bid me undertake, Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Pand. Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. K. John. Do not I know thou would'st?
Const. Thou art not holy to belie meso,
Young Arthur is my son, and he is lost:
O, if I could, what grief should I forget!. Hub. And I will keep him so,
Preach some philosophy, to make me mad, That he shall not offend your majesty.
And thou shalt be canoniz'd, cardinal ; K. John Death.
For, being not mad, but sensible of grief, Hub. My loral?
My reasonable part produces reason, K. Jolin. A grave.
How I may be deliver'd of these woes, Hub. Ile shall not live.
And teaches me to kill, or hang myself. K. John. Enough!
If I were mad, I should forget my son; I could be merry now. Habert, I love thec;
Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he. Well, I'll not say, what I intend for thee.
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel Remember!- Madam, fare you well!
The different plagne of each calamity. I'll send those powers o'er to your majesty.
K. Phi. Bind up those tresses! O, what love' noto Eli. My blessing go with thee!
In the fair multitude of those her hairs ! K. John. For England, cousin:
Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen,
Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends' Ascepter, snatch'd with an unruly hand,
Mustbe as boisterously maintain'd, as gain'd:
Andhe, that stands upon a slippery place, Sticking together in calamity.
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. Const. To England, if you will!
That John may stand, then Arthur needs most fall; K. Phi. Bind up your hair3!
So beit, for it cannot be but so. Const. Yes, that I will; and wherefore will I doit? Lew. But whatshall I gain by young Arthur's fall ? I tore them from their bonds, and cried aloud, Pand. You, in the right of lady Blauch, your wife, O that these hands could so redeem my son,
May then make all the claim, that Arthurdid. As they have given these hairs their liberty!
Lew. And lose it, life and all, as Arthur did. But now I envy at their liberty,
Pand. How green are you,and fresh in this old world! And will again commit them to their bonds,
John lays you plots, the times conspire with you; Because my poor child is a prisoner. –
For he, that steeps his safety in true blood,
Shall find but bloody safety, and untrue.
Of all his people, and freeze up their zeal;
To check his reign, but they will cherish it.
Noscape of nature, no distemper’d day,
No common wind, no customed event, And he will look as hollow, as a ghost,
But they will pluck away his natural cause, As dim and meagre as an ague's fit,
And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, And so he'll die, and, rising so again,
Abortives, présages, and tougues of heaven, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
Plainly denouncing vengeance upon Jolin. I shall not know him. Therefore never, never Lew. May be, he will not touch young Arthur's life, Must I behoid my pretty Arthur more.
But hold himself safe in his prisonment,
Arthur be not gone already,
And pick strong matter of revolt, and wrath,
Out of the bloody fingers' ends of John. Stuti's out his vacant garments with his form. Methinks, I see this hurly all on foot, Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
And, 0, what better matter breeds for you, Fare you well! Had you such a loss, as I,
Than I have nam'd! — The bastard Faulconbridge I could give better comfort, than you do.
Is now in England, ransacking the church, I will not keep this form npon my head,
Offending charity. Ifbut a dozen French [Tearing off her head-dress. Were there in arms, they would be as a call When there is such disorder in my wit,
To train ten thousand English to their side,
Or, as a little snow, tumbled about,
K. Phi. I fear someontrage, and I'll follow her. (Exit. What may be wrought out of their discontent.
For England go! I will whet on the king.
Lew. Strong reasons make strong actions. Let us go! And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, If you say, ay, the king will not say, no. (Exeunt. That it yields naught, but shame and bitterness. Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health,
A C T IT. The fit is strongest ; evils, that take leave,
SCENE I. Northampton. A room in the castle. On their departure most of all show evil.
Enter Hubert and two Attendants. What have you lost by losing of this day?
Hub. Heat me these irons hot; and, look thou stand Lew. Alldays of glory, joy, and happiness. Within the arras! when I strike my foot Pand. If you had won it, certainly, you had. Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth, No, 10: when fortune means to men most good, And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.
Fast to the chair! be heedful! hence, and watch! 'Tis strange, to think, how much king John hath lost 1 Attend. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. In this, which he accounts so clearly won.
Hub. Uncleanly scruples !Fear not you: look to't!Are not you griev'd, that Arthur is his prisoner?
(Exeunt Attendants. Lew. As heartily, as he is glad, he hath him. Yoang lad, come forth! I have to say with you. Pand. Your mind is all as youthful, as your blood.
Enter ARTHUR. Now hear me speak, with a prophetic spirit!
Arth. Good morrow, Hubert !
Hub. Good morrow, little prince !
To be more prince,) as may be. — You are sad.
Arth. Mercy on me!
Young gentlemen would be as sad, as pight,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
1 Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
Whatever torment you do put me to. I should be as merry, as the day is long.
Hub. Go, stund within ; let me alone with him! And so I would be here, but that I doubt,
1 Attend. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deed. My uncle practises more harm to me.
(Exeunt Attendants, Ile is afraid of me, and I of him:
Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend; Is it my fault, that I was Geffrey's son ?
He hath a stern look, butla gentle heart. No, indeed, is't not. And I would to heaven,
Let him come back, that his compassion may
Give life to yours.
Arth. Is there no remedy?
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? you look pale to-day. Arth. O heaven! - that there were but a mote in In sooth, I would you were a little sick;
yours, That I might sit all night, and watch with you: A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, I warrant, I love you more, than
Any annoyance in that precious sense! Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom. Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, Read here, young Arthur! (Showing a paper.) How Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. now, foolish rheum!
[Aside. Hub. Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue! Turning dispiteous torture out of door!
Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace oftongues I must be brief, lest resolution drop
Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes. Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears.
Let me not hold my tongue; let me not, Hubert! Can you not read it? is it not fair writ?
Or, Hubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect. So I may keep mine eyes! O, spare mine eyes ! Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Though to no use, but still to look on you! Hub. Young boy, I must.
Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold, Arth. And will you?
And would not harm me. Hub. And I will.
Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. Have you the heart? when your head did but Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, ake,
Being create for comfort, to be us'd I knit my handkerchiefabont your brows,
In undeserv'd extremes. See else yourself; (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,)
There is no malice in this burning coal;
The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out,
Hub. But with my breath I can reviveit, boy.
Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief? And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert; Or, What good love may I perform for you? Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes, Mauy a poor man's son would have lain
Aud, like a dog, that is compell’d to light, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;
Suatch at his master, that doth tarre him on.
All things, that you should useto do me wrong,
That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends,
For all the treasure, that thine uucle owes : So much as frown on you?
Yet am I sworu, and I did purpose, boy, Hub. I have sworn to doit;
With this same very iron to burn them out. And with hot irons must I burn them out.
Arth. 0, now you look like Hubert ! all this while Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it! You were disguised. The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
Hub. Peace! no more. Adieu ! Approaching nearthese eyes, would drink my tears, Your uncle must not know but you are dead. And queneh his fiery indignation,
I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports. Evenin the matter of mineinnocenee;
And, pretry child, sleep doubtless, and secure, Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world,
Will not ollend thee.
you, Hubert. An if an angel should have come to me,
Hub. Silence; no more! Go closely in with me! And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes, Much danger do I undergo for thee. (Exeunt. I would not have believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's. SCENE II.-- The same. A room of state in the palace. Hub, Come forth!
[Stamps. Enter King Joux, crowned; Pembroke, Salisbury, Re-enter Attendants, with cords, irons, etc. and other Lords. The king takes his state. Do as I bid you do.
K. John. Here once again we sit, once again crown'd,
The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt;
Sal. Therefore, to be possess’d with double pomp, I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
To guard a title, that was rich before, Nor look upon the iron angerly:
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfame on the violet,
The suit, which you demand, is gone and dead. To smooth the ice, or add another hue
He tells us, Arthuris deceas'd to-night Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
Sal. Indeed, we fear'd his sickness was past cure. To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Pem. Indeed, we heard, how near his death he was, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Before the child himself felt, he was sick. Pem. But that your royal pleasure must be done, This must be answer'd either here, or hence. This act is as an ancient tale new told,
K. John. Why do you bend such solemn brows on me? And, in the last repeating, troublesome,
Think you, I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
That greatness should so grossly offerit.
So thrive it in your game ! and so farewell !
And find the inheritance of this poor child,
That blood, which ow'd the breath of all this isle, Pem. When workmen strive to do better than well, Three foot of it doth hold : bad world the while! They do confound their skill in covetousness : This must not be thus borne: this will break out And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt. Doth makethe fault the worse by the excuse;
[Exeunt Lords. As patches, set upon a little breach,
K. John. They burn in indignation; I repent; Discredit more, in hiding of the fault,
There is no sure foundation set in blood, Than did the fault, before it was so patch'd.
No certain life achiev'd by others' death.-
Enter a Messenger.
That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?
So foul a sky clears not withont a storm: Doth make a stand at what your highness will. Pour down thy weather ! - How goes all in l’rance?
K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation Mess. From France to England. Never such a I have possess'd you with, and think them strong;
Was levied in the body of a land !
For, when you should be told, they do prepare,
The tidings come, that they are all arriv'd. Pem. Then I (as one that am the tongue of these, K. John. 0, where hath our intelligence been drunk? To sound the purposes of all their hearts,)
Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care? Both for myself and them, (but, chief of all,
That such an army could be drawn in France, Your safety, for the which myself and them
And she not hear of it?
Mess. My liege, her ear
Your noble mother, and, as I hear, my lord,
The lady Constance in a frenzy died If, what in rest you have, in right you hold,
Three days before: but this from rumour's tongue Why then yonr fears, (which, as they say, attend I idly heard; if true, or false, I know not. The steps of wrong,) should move you to mew up K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion ! Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days
0, make a league with me, till I have pleas’d With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth My discontented peers! - What! mother dead ? The rich advantage of good exercise ?
How wildly then walks my estate in France !That the time's enemies may not have this
Under whose conduct came those powers of France, To grace occasions, let it be our suit,
That thou for truth giv'st out, are lauded here? That you have bid on ask hisliberty;
Mess. Under the Dauphin. Which for our goods we do no further ask,
Enter the Bastard, and Peter of Pomfret. Thau whereupon our weal, on you depending, K. John. Thou hast made me giddy Counts it your weal, he have his liberty.
With these ill tidings. - Now, what says the world
My head irith more ill news, for it is full.
Pem. This is the man, should do the bloody deed; Then let the worst, unheard, fallon your head!
K.John. Bear with me, cousin ! for I was amaz'd The image of a wicked heinous fault
Under the tide: but now I breathe again Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his
Aloft the flood, and can give audience Does show the mood of a much tronbled breast; To any tougue, speak it of what it will. And I do fearfully believe, 'tis done,
Basi. How I have sped among the clergymen, What we so feard he had a charge to do.
The sums I have collected shall express. Sal. The colour of the king doth come and go, But, as I travelled hither through the land, Between his purpose and his conscience,
I find the people strangely fantasied, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set.
Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams, His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.
Not knowing, what they fear, but full of fear : Pem. And, when it treaks, I fear, will issue thence And here's a prophet, that I brought with me The foulcorruption of a sweet child's death.
From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found K.John. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand :- With many hundredstreading on his heels, Good lords, although my will to give is living, To whom he sung, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes,
That, ere the next Ascension-day at noon,
Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns Your highness should deliver up your crown. Moreupon humour, than advis'd respect. K. John. Thou idle dreamer,wherefore didst thou so? Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what I did. Peter, Foreknowing, that the truth will fall out so. K. John. O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and K.John. Hubert, away with him! Imprison him,
earth And on that day at noon, whereon, hes
Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal I shall yield up my crown, let him be haug’a!
Witness against us to damnation ! Deliver him to safety, and return,
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, For I must use thee. - O my gentle cousin,
Makes deeds ill done! Hadest not thou been by, (Exit Hubert, with Peter. A fellow hy the hand of nature mark’d, Hear'sự thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd ? Quoted, and signed, to do a deed of shame, Bast. The French, my lord; men's mouths are full This murder had not come into my mind. ofit.
But, taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect, Besides, I met lord Bigot, and lord Salisbury, Finding thee fit for bloody villainy, (With eyes as red, as new-enkindled fire,)
Apt, liable, to be employ'd in danger, And others more, going to seek the grave
I fuintly broke with thee of Arthur's death, Of Arthur, who, they say, is kill'd to-night
And thou, to be endeared to a king, On your suggestion.
Made it no conscience to destroy a prince. K. John. Gentle kinsman, go,
Hub. My lord, And thrust thyself into their companies !
K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or made a I have a way to win their loves agaiu;
pause, Bring them before me!
When I spake darkly, what I purposed, Best. I will seek them out.
Or turn’d an eye of doubt upon my face K.John. Nay, but make haste; the better foot before. As bid me tell my tale in express words, 0, let me have no sabject enemies,
Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break ofl, When adverse foreigners affright my towns
And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me. With dreadful pomp of stout invasion!
But thou didst understand me by my signs,
And didst in signs again parley with sin ;
(Exit. The deed, which both our tongues held vile to name. K. John. Spoke, like a spriteful noble gentleman.-Out of my sight, and never see me more! Go after him; for he, perhaps, shall need
My nobles leave me, and my state is brav'd, Some messenger betwixt me and the peers;
Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers, And be thou he!
Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,
Hostility and civil tumult reigns
Between my conscience, and my cousin's death. Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen to Hub. Arm you against your other enemies, night;
I'll make a peace between your soul and you : Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
Young Arthur is alive. This hand of mine The other four, in wond'rous motion.
Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,
Not painted with the crimson spots of blood.
The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought,
Is yet the cover of a fairer mind,
K. John. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers,
And make them tame to their obedience!
Forgive the comment, that my passion made
O, answer not, but to my closet bring
The angry lords, with all expedient haste! That were embatteled and rank'd in Kent.
I conjure thee but slowly, run more fast! [Exeunt. Another lean unwash'd artificer Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.
SCENE III. - The same. Before the castle. K. John. Why seek'st thou to possess me with these
Enter ARTHUR, on the walls. fears?
Arth. The wall is high; and yet will I leap down. Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death? Good ground, be pitiful, and hurt me not! Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had mighty cause There's few, or none, to know me; if they did, To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him. This ship-boy's semblance hath disguis'd me quite. Hub. Had none, my lord! why, did you not provoke I am afraid; and yet I'll venture it.
If I get down, and do not break my limbs, K. Iohn. It is the curse of kings, to be attended
I'll find a thousand shifts to get away: By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant, As good to die, and go, as die, and stay. [Leaps down. To break within the bloody house of life,
Ome! my uncle's spirit is in these stones :And, on the winking of authority,
Heaven, take my soul, and England keep my bones! To understand a law, to know the meaning