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Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had a mighty cause Forgive the comment that my passion made
Towish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill hiin. Upon thy feature; for my rage was blind,
Hub. Had none, my lord! why, did not you And foul imaginary eyes of blood
provoke me?

Presented thee more hideous than thou art.
K. John. It is the curse of kings, to be attended 5 Oh, answer not; but to my closet bring
By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant The angry lords, with all expedient haste:
To break within the bloody house of life: ( çonjure thee but slowly; run more fast. [Ere.
And, on the winking of authority,

SCENE III.
To understand a law; to know the meaning
Of dangerous majesty, whien, perchance, it frowns 10

A Street before a Prison.
More upon
humour than advis'd respect.

Enter Arthur on the walls. Hub. Here is your hand and seal for what I did. Arth. The wall is high; and yet will I leap down:K. John. Oh, when the last account 'twixt Good ground, be pitiful, and hurt me not !heaven and earth

There's tew, or none, do know me; if they did, Is to be made, then shall this hand and seal 15 This ship-boy's semblance hath disguis’d me quite. Witness against us to damnation !

I am afraid; and yet I'll venture it. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds,

get

down, and do not break my limbs, Makes deeds ill done? Had'st not thou been by,

ull sind a thousand shifts to get away: A fellow by the hand of nature mark’d,

As good to die, and go, as die, and stay. Quoted', and signed to do a deed of shame,

[Leaps down. This murder had not come into my mind: Oh me! my uncle's spirit is in these stones:-But, taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect, Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones! Finding thee fit for bloody villainy,

[Dies. Apt, liable, to be employed in danger,

Enter Pembroke, Salisbury, and Bigot. I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death; 23 Sal. Lords, I will meet him at Saint Edmund's. And thou, to be endeared to a king,

It is our safety, and we must embrace [bury; Mad'st it no conscience to destroy a prince. This gentle offer of the perilous time. Hub. My lord,

Pemb. Who brought that letter from thecardinal? K. John. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or Sub. The count Melun, a noble lord of France; made a pause,

30 Whose private' with me, of the Dauphin's love, When I spake darkly what I purposed;

Is much more general than these lines import. Or turn’d an eye of dount upon my face ;

Bigot. Tomorrow morning let us meet hin then. Or bid me tell my tale in express words; soft, Sal. Or, rather, then set forward: for 'twill be Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break Two long days' journey, lords, or ere'we meet. And those thy fears might have wrought fears in 35

Enter Faulconbridge. But thou didst understand me by my signs, [me: Faulc. Once more to-day well inet, distemper'd And didst in signs again parley withi sin;

lords! Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, The king, by me, requests your presence straight. And, consequently, thy rude hand to act

Sul. The king hath dispossess'u himself of us; The deed, which both our tongues held vile toname. 10 We will not line his thin-bestained cloak Out of my sight, and never see me more!

With our pure honours, nor attend the foot My nobles leave me; and my siate is brav'd, That leaves the print of blood where-e'er it walks: Even at my gates, with ranks of foreign powers: Return, and tell him so; we know the worst. Nay, in the body of this fleshly land,

Faulc. Whate'er you think, good words, I think, This kingdom, this contine of blood and breath, 45 were best.

(now, Hostility and civil tumult reigns

Sal. Our griefs, and not our manners, reason* Between my conscience, and my cousin's death.. Fuulc. But there is little reason in your grief:

Hub. Arin you against your other enemies, Therefore, 'twere reason, you had manners now. I'll make a peace between your soul and you. Pemb. Sir, sir;impatience hath its privilege. Young Arthur is alive: Tðis hand of mine 50 Fuulc. 'Tis true; to hurt his master, no man Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand,

else. Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. Sal. This is the prison: What is he lies here? Within this bosom nerer enter'd yet

[Seeing Arthur. The dreadful motion or a inurd'rous thought, Pemb. O death, made proud with pure and And you have slander'd nature in my form;

princely beauty! Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,

The earth had not a hole to hide this deed. Is yet the cover of a fairer mind

Sal. Murder, as hating what himself hath done, Than to be butcher of an innocent child.

Doth lay it open to urge on revenge. (grave; K. John. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to Bigot. Or, when he doom'd this beauty to the the peers,

60 Found it too precious-princely for a grave. Throw this report on their incensed rage,

Sal. Sir Richard, what think you? Have you And make them tame to their obedience!

beheld, 'i. e. observel, distinguished. Meaning, his private account, or letter to me. 'i.e. before, i. e, speak.

Or

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Or have you read, or heard or could you think? Faulc. Thou wert better gaul the devil, Salis.
Or do you almost think, although you see, If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, [bury:
That you do see? could thought, without this object, Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame,
Form such another? This is the very top, I'll strike thee dead.' Put up thy sword betime;
The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest, 5 Or I'll so maul you and your toasting iron,
Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame, That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
The wildest savagʻry, the vilest stroke,

Bigot. What wilt thou do, renowned FaulconThat ever wall-ey'd wrath, or staring rage, Second a villain, and a murderer?

[bridge Presented to the tears of soft remorse.

Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none. Pemb. All murders past do stand excus’d in this, 10 Bigot. Who kill'd this prince? And this, so sole, and so unmatchable,

Hub. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well: Shall give a holiness, a purity,

I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep To the yet-unbegotten sins of time;

My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss. And prove a deadly bloodshed, but a jest,

Sul. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, Exampled by this heinous spectacle.

15 For villainy is not without such rheum ; Fuule. It is a damned and a bloody work; And he, long traded in it, makes it seem The graceless action of a heavy hand.

Like rivers of remorse and innocency. If that it be the work of any hand.

Away with me, all you whose souls abhor
Sal. If that it be the work of

any
hand-

The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house ;
We had a kind of light, what would ensue: 20 For I am stifled with the smell of sin.
It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;

Bigot. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! The practice, and the purpose, of the king:

Pemb. There, tell the king, he may enquire us From whose obedience I forbid my soul,

out.

[Ereunt lords. Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,

Faulc. Here's a good world !-Knew you of this And breathing to this breathless excellence 25 Beyond the infinite and boundless reach (fair work? Toe incense of a vow, a holy vow;

Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,
Never to taste the pleasures of the world, Art thou damn'd, Hubert.
Never to be infected with delight,

Hub. Do but hear me, sir.
Nor conversant with ease and idleness',

Faulc. Ha! I'll tell thee what; 'Till I have set a glory? to his hand,

30 Thou art damn’d so black--nay,nothing is so black; By giving it the worship’ of revenge.

Thou art more deep damn’dihan prince Lucifer: Pemb. Bigot. Our souls religiously confirm thy There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell words.

As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child,
Enter Hubert,

Hub. Upon my soul,
Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you: 35 Faulc. Ifthou didst but consent
Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you.

To this most cruel act, do but despair,
Sul. Oh, he is bold, and blushes not at death :- And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread
Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! That ever spider twisted froin her wonib
Hub. I am no villain.

Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be a beam Sal. Must I rob the law? [Drawing his sword. 40 To bang thee on : or, would'st thou drown thyself, Fuulc. Your sword is bright, sir; put it up

Put but a little water in a spoon, again.

And it shall be as all the ocean, Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin. Enough to stifle such a villain up.Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, 1 I do suspect thee very grievously. say;

45 Hub, If I in act, consent, or sin of thought,
By heaven, I think my sword's as sharp as yours: Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath
I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, Which was unbounded in this beauteous clay,
Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; Let hell want pairis enough to torture me!
Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget

I left hini well.
Your worth, your greatness, and nobility. 50 Fuulc. Go, bear him in thine arms.
Bigot. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a no- I am amaz'd, methinks; and lose my way
bleman,

Among the thorns and dangers of this world.-
Hub. Not for my life: but yet I dare defend How casy dost thou take all England up!
My innocent life against an emperor.

From forih this morsel of dead royalty, Sal. Thou art a murderer.

55 The life, the right, and truth of all this realm Hub. Do not prove me so;

[false, Is fled to heaven; and England now is left Yet', I am none: Whose tongue soc'er speaks To tug, and scamble, and in part by the teeth Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies. The unow'd'interest of proud swelling state. Pemb. Cüt bim to pieces.

Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty, Faulc. Keep the peace, I say.

60 Doth dogged var bristle his angry crest, Sal. Siand by,or Ishall gaul you,Faulconbridge. And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace :

This is a copy of the vows made in the ages of superstition and chivalry. * Glory here njeans, splendor, or renown. 3 i. e. the honour or dignity. 4i. e. honest. i. e, do not make me one. Yet for hitherto. 'i. e. unclaimed, or unouincd.

Now

Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, Meet in one line; and vast confusion waits And follow me with speel; I'll to the hing: (As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast)

A thousand businesses are brief in hand, The imminent decay of wrested pomp'.

And heaven itself doth trowo 'upon the land. Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can

Ereunt.

А сту.

6CENE I.

Faulc. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. The Court of England.

But whereture do you droop? why look you sad?

15 Be great in act, as you have been in thought ; Enter King John, Pandulph, and Attendants. Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, K. John. THUS have 1 yielded up into your

Govern the inotion of a kingly eye:

Be stirring as the time; be hre with fire; The circle of my glory. [Giving up the crown. . Threaten the threatner, and out-t ce the brow Pand. Take again

200f bragging horror: so shall interior eyes, From this my hand, as holding of tlue Pope, That borrow their behaviours from the great, Yoursovereign greatness and authority. (French; Grow great by your example, and put on

K.John. Now keep your holy word: go meet the The dauntless spirit of resolution. And from his holiness use all your power

Away; and glister like the god of war, To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd. 25 When he intendeth to become the field: Our discontented counties do revolt;

Shew boliness, and aspiring contidence. Our people quarrel with obedience;

What, shall they seek toe lion in his den? (there? Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul, And fright him there; and make himn tremble To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.

Oh, let it not be said !--Forage ', and run This inundation of mistemper'd humour 30 To ineet displeasure farther from the doors; Rests by you only to be qualify'd.

And grapple with him, ere he come so nigh. [me, Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, K. John. The legate of the Pope hath been with That present medicine must be ministred, And I have made a happy peace with hun; Or overthrow incurable ensues,

[up, And he hath promis’u to dismiss the powers Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest 35 Led by the Dauphin. Upon your stubborn usage of the Pope:

Faulc. Oh inglorious league ! But, since you are a gentle convertite“,

Shall we, upon the tooting of our land, My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, Send fair: play orders, and make comproinise, And makefair weather in your blustering land. Insinuation, parley, and base truce, On this Ascension-day, remember well, 40 To arms invasive? Shall a beardless boy, Upon your oath of service to the Pope,

A cocker'd silken wanton brave our fields, GoIto make the French lay down their arms. [E.r. And tlesh his spirit in a warlike soil,

K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the Mocking the air with colours idly spread, Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon, (prophet And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms: My crown I should give off? ' Even so l'have: 145 Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace; I did suppose, it should be ou constraint; Or if he do let it at least be said, But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary. They saw we had a purpose of defence. "[time. Enter Faul-onbridge.

K. John. Have thou the ordering of this present Faulc. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds Fuulc. Away,lhen, with good courage; yet I know, But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd, [out, 500ur party may well meet a prouder foe: (Exeunt, Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his pawers: Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone

SCE N E I. To offer service to your enemy :

The Dauphin's eamp at St. Edmund's-bury, And wild amazement hurries up and down The little number of your doubtful friends.

55 Enter, in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melun, PemK. John. Would not my lords return to me again,

broke, Bigot, and Soldiers. After they heard young Arthur was alive? (streets; Lewis, My lord Melun, let this be copied out,

Faulc. They found him dead, and cast into the And keep it safe for our remembrance : An empty casket, where the jewel of life, Return the precedent to these lords again ; By some damn'd hand, was robb’d and ta'en away. 60 Chat, having our fair order written down, K. John. That villain Hubert told me he did live. Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes,

Wrested pomp imeans, greatness obtained by violence. 2 i. e. convert. i.e. range abroad. *i.e. the original treaty between the Dauphia and the English lords,

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May know wherefore we took the sacrament, To give us warrant for the hand of heaven;
And keep our faiths firin and inviolable.

And on our actions set the name of right,
Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. With holy breath.
And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear

Pand. Hail, noble prince of France!
A voluntary zeal, and an unurg'd faith, 5 The next is this,-king John hath reconcild
To your proceedings; yet, believe ine, prince, Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in,
I am not glad that such a sore of time

That so stood out against the holy church, Should seek a plaister by contemn’d revolt, The great metropolis and see of Rome: And heal the inveterate canker of one wound, Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up, By making many: Oh, it grieves my soul, 10 And tame the savage spirit of wild war ; That I must draw this metal from my side That, like a lion foster'd up at hand, To be a widow-maker; oh, and there,

It may lie gently at the foot of peace, Where honourable rescue, and defence,

And he no further harmful than in shew. (back; Cries out upon the name of Salisbury:

Lewis. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not But such is the infection of the time,

151 am too high-born to be property'd, That, for the health and physic of our right, To be a secondary at controul, We cannot deal but with the very haud

Or useful serving-man, and instrument, Of stern injustice and confused wrong.

To any sovereign state throughout the world. And is't not pity, oh, my grieved friends! Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars That w, the sons and children of this isle, 20 Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself, Were born to see so sad an hour as this;

And brought in matter that should feed this fire; Wherein we step after a stranger march

And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up

With that same weak wind which enkindled it. Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and weep You taught me how to kuow the face of right, Upon the spot of this enforced cause)

25 Acquainted me with interest to this land, To grace the gentry of a land remote,

Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart; And follow unacquainted colours here?

And come ye now to tell me, John hath made What, here?- nation, that thou could'stremove! His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, I by the honour of my marriage-bed, Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself

, 30 After young Arthur, claim

this land for mine; And grapple thee unto a pagan shore;

And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back, Where these two christian armies might combine Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? The blood of malice in a vein of league,

Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne, And not to spend it so unneighbourly!

What men provided, what munition sent,
Lewis. A noble temper dost thou show in this;35 To underprop this action? Is't not I,
And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom, That undergo this charge? who else but I,
Do make an earthquake of nobility:

And such as to my claim are liable,
Oh, what a noble combat hast thou fought, Sweat in this business, and maintain this war ?
Between compulsion, and a brave respect' ! Have I not heard these islanders shout out,
Let me wipe oif this honourable dew,

40 Vire le roy! as I have bank'd their towns ? That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks: Have I not here the best cards for the game, My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,

To win this easy match play'd for a crown? Being an ordinary inundation;

And shall I now give o'er the yielded set ? But this effusion of such manly drops,

No, no, on my soul, it never shall be said.
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, 45 Pand. You look but on the outside of this work,
Startles mine eyes, and makes ine more amaz'd Lewis. Outside or inside, I will not return
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven Till my attempt so much be glorify'd
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. As to my ample hope was promised
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,

Before I drew this gallart head of war,
And with a great heart beave away this storm : 50 And culld these fiery spirits froin the world,
Command these waters to those baby eyes, To out-look conquest, and to win renown
That never saw the giant world enrag'd;

Even in the jaws of danger and of death.
Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,

[Trumpet sounds. Full varm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping: What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us? Come,come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep 55 Enter Faulconbridge, attended. Into the purse of rich prosperity,

Faulc. According to the fair play of the world, As Lewis himself:-so, nobles, shall you all, Let me have audience; I am sent to speak:That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. My holy lord of Milan, from the king Enter Pandulph, attended.

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come, to learn how you have dealt for him; And even there, methinks, an angel spake: 60 And, as you answer, I do know the scope Look, where the holy legate comes apace,

| And warrant limited unto my tongue. ? This compulsion was the necessity of a reformation in the state; which, according to Salisbury's opinion (who, in his speech preceding, calls it an enforced cause), could only be procured by foreign arıns: and the brave respect was the love of his country.

Pand.

me, Hubert.

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Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,

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Lewis. Strike up our drums to find this danger out, And will not temporize with my entreaties; Fuulc. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.

doubt.

[Exeunt. Faulč. By all the blood that ever fury breath’d,

S CE N E III. The youth says well:-Now hear our English 5

A Field of Battle. For thus his royalty doth speak in me. [king :

Alarums Enter King John and Hubert. He is prepar'd ; and reason, too, he should: This apish and unmannerly approach,

K. John. How goes the day with us ? oh, tell This haruess'd masque, and unadvised revel,

Hub. Badly, I fear? How fares your majesty? This unhair'd' sauciness, and boyish troops, 10 K. John. This fever,that hath troubled me solong, The king doth smile at; and is well prepar’d

Lies heavy on me; Oh, my heart is sick! To whip this dwartish war, these pigmy arms,

Enter a Messenger. From out the circle of his territories.

Mes. My lord, your valiant kinsman, FaulconThat hand, which had the strength, even at your

bridge, door,

15 Desires your majesty to leave the field; To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch?; And send him word by me, which way you go. To dive like buckets of colicealed wells;

K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the To crouch in Jitter of your stable planks ;

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

Mess. Be of good confort;

for the great supply, To hug with swine ; to seek sweet safety out

120 That was expected by the Dauphin here, In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake, Are wreck'd three nightsago on Goodwin-sands. Even at the crying of your nation's crow, This news was brought to Richard* but even now: Thinking this voice an armed Englishman ;

The French fight coldly, and retire themselves Shall that victorious hand be feebied here,

K. John Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, That in your chambers gave you chastisement : 25 And will not let me welcome this good news. No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; set on toward Swinstead: to my litter straight; And, like an eagle o'er his aiery' towers, Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. [Exe. To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.-

S CE N E IV.
And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts,
You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb

The French Camp.

30 f your dear mother E gland, blush for shame : Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, and Bigot. For your own ladies, and pale-visag‘d maids, Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with friends. Like Amazons, come tripping after drums; Pemb. Uponce again ; put spirit in the French; Their thimbles into armed gantlets change, If they miscarry, we miscarry too. Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts 35 sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, To fierce and bloody inclination.

In spight of spight,

alone upholds the day. (held. Lewis. There end thy brave, and turn thy face Pemb. They say, king John,sore sick, hath left the in peace;

Enter Melun wounded, and led by soldiers. We grant, thou canst out-scold us : fare thee well; Melun. Lead me to the revolts of England here. We hold our time too precious to be spent 40. Sal. When we were happy, we had other names. With such a brabler.

Pemb. It is the count Melun. Pand. Give me leave to speak.

Sal. Wounded to death.

[sold: Faule. No, I will speak.

Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and Lewis. We will attend to neither:

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, Strike up the drums ; and let the tongue of war 45 And welcome home again discarded faith. Plead for our interest, and our being here. Seek out king John, and fall before his feet : Faulc. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will For, if the French be lords of this loud day, cry out;

He means to recompense the pains you take, And so shall you, being beaten : Do but start By cutting off your heads: Thus hath he sworn, An echo with the clamour of thy dram,

50 And I with him, and many more with me, And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd, Upon the altar at‘Saint Edmand's-bury; That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ; Eyen on that altar where we swore to you Sound but another, ard another shall,

Dear amity and everlasting love. As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,

Sal. May this be possible! may this be true! And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand 55. Melun. Have I not hideous death within my (Not trusting to this halting-legate here,

Retaining but a quantity of life;

(view, Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need) Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits

Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire ? A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day What in the world should make me now deceive, To feast upon whole thousands of the French. 160 Since I must lose the use of all deceit ?

'. e. unbearded sauciness, alluding to the Dauphin's youth. ? To take the hatch, is to leap the hatch. An aiery is the nest of an eagle. * Meaning, Faulconbridge. Alluding to the images made by witchies.

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