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The life, the right, and truth of all this realm 0, let it not be said !-Forage, and run
To meet displeasure further from the doors;
K. John. The legate of the pope hath been with Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty,
me, Dotli dogged war bristle his angry crest,
And I have made a happy peace with him ;
And he hath promised to dismiss the powers •
Basi. O inglorious league!
Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
(Exeunt. | And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms :
Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace; ACT V.
Or it' he do, let it at least be said,
They saw we had a purpose of defence.
Pand. Take again (Giving John the Crown. SCENE II.-A Plain, near St. Edmund's-Bury.
Enter, in Arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELEN, Pex:
BROKE, Bigot, and Soldiers.
Lew. My lord Melun, let this be copied out,
And keep it safe for our remembrance :
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
To your proceedings ; yet, believe me, prince,
I ain not glad that such a sore of time
And heal the inveterate canker of one wound,
By making many : 0, it grieves my soul,
Where honourable rescue, and defence,
Cries out upon the name of Salisbury;
We cannot deal but with the very hand
Of stern injustice and confused wrong:-
That we, the sons and children of this isle,
Wherein we step after a stranger march
Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Upon the spot of this enforced cause.)
To grace the gentry of a land remote,
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth 1 thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of tliyselí,
K. John. Would not my lords return to me again, Where these two Christian armies inight combine
The blood of malice in a vein of league,
Lew. A poble temper dost thou shew in this;
And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom,
Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. Between compulsion, and a brave respect!
Being an ordinary inundation ;
But this effusion of such maniy drops,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed
Figured quite o'er with burping meteors.
Lilt 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 enraged ;
Nor niet with fortune other than at feasts,
love of country.
Come, come ; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep | To crouch in litter of your stalle planks ;
To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks ;
Even at the crying of your nation's crow,
Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ;And even there, methinks, an angel spake: Shall that victorious hand be reebied here, Look, where the holy legate comes apace,
That in your chambers gare you chastisement! To give us warrant from the hand of heaven; No: know, the gallant monarch is in his arms; And on our actions set the name of right,
And like an eagle o'er his aieryt towers, With holy breath.
To souse annoyance that comes near his nest. Pand. Hail, noble prince of France !
And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, The next is this,-King John hath reconciled You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb Himself to Rome ; his spirit is come in,
Of your dear mother England, blush for shanie : That so stood out against the holy church,
For your own Jadies, and pale-visaged maids, The great metropolis and see of Rome :
Like Amazons, conie tripping after drums; Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up, Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, And tame the savage spirit of wild war ;
Their neelds 1 to lances, and their gentle hearts That, like a lion fister'd up at hand,
To fierce and bloody inclination. It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
Lew. There end ihy brave $; and turn thy face And be no further harmful than in show.
in peace; Leu. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not We grant, ihou canst outscold us : fare thee well : back ;
We hold our time too precious to be spent I am too high-born to be propertied,
With such a brabbler. To be a secondary at control,
Pand. Give me leave to speak.
Bast. No, I will speak.
And even at hand a drum is ready braced,
That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ;
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder : for at hand
Whom he hall used rather for sport than nei,
To feast upon whole thousands of the French.
Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. To underprop this action ? Is't not I,
Best. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not That undergo this charge? Who else but 1,
SCENE III.-The same-A Field of Battle.
Alarums.- Enter King John and HUBERT.
K. John. How goes the day with us? 0, tell me, To win this easy match play'd for a crown?
Hubert. And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?
Hub. Badly, I fear : How fares your majesty ?
K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long,
Enter a MESSENGEK.
Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulcon Before I drew this gallant head of war,
bridge, And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world, Desires your majesty to leave the field, To outlook + conquest, and to win renown
And send him word by me which way you go. Even in the jaws of danger and of death.
A. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the ab[Trumpet sounds.
bey there. What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us ?
Mess. Be of good comfort ; for the great supply,
That was expected by the Dauphin here,
Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands.
K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up,
Set on toward Swinstead : to my litter straight ;
Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. [Ereunt.
Enter SALISBURY, PENBRUKE, Bigor, and others.
Pemb. Up once again ; put spirit in the French;
Sul. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,
Pemb. They say, king John, sore sick, hath left
the field, To whip this dwartish war, these piginy arins, From out the circle of his territories.
Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiors, That hand, which had the strength, even at your
Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here.
Sal. When we were happy, we had other names.
Sal. Wounded to death, • Appropriated.
+ Nest. * Leap over the hatch. Cordred.
Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and soldo; / The day shall not be up so soon as I, Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. (Eseunt. And welcome home again discarded faith, Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; SCENK VI.-An open Place in the Neighbourhood For, if the Prench be lords of this loud day,
of swinstead-Abbey. He 7 means to recompense the pains you take, By cutting off your heads : thus hath he sworn,
Enter the BASTARD and HOBERT, meeting. And I with him, and many more with me,
Hub. Who's there! Speak, ho! Speak quickly, Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury ;
or I shoot. Even on that altar, where we swore to you
Bast. A.friend :- What art thou ? Dear amity and everlasting love.
Hub. Of che part of England. Sal. May this be possible? May this be true? Bast. Whither dost thou go? Mel. Have I not hideous death within my view, Hub. What's that to thce? Why may not I de. Retaining but a quantity of life ;
Bast. Hubert, I link.
I will, upon all hazards, well believe
Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so That I must die here, and live hence by truth?
well : I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
Who art thou ! He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours
Bast. Who thou wilt: an if you please, Behold another day break in the east :
Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think But even this night,-whose black contagious breath I come one way of the Plantagenets. Already smokes about the burning crest
Hub. Unkind remembrance! Thou, and eyeless of the old, feeble, and day-wearied san,
night, Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire ; Have done me shame :Brave soldier, pardon me Paying the fine of rated treachery,
That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. If Lewis by your assistance win the day:
Bast. Come, come ; sans compliment, what news Commend me to one Hubert, with your king;
abroad? The love of him,--and this respect besides,
Hub. Why, here walk 1, in the black brow of For that my grandsire was an Englishman,
night, Awakes my conscience to confess all this.
To find you out. In lieu g whereof, I pray you, bear me hence
Bast. Brief, then; and what's the news From forth the noise and rumour of the field
Hub. O, my sweet Sir, news fitting to the night, Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. In peace, and part this body and my soul
Bast. Shew me the very wound of this ill news; With contemplation and devout desires.
I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew || my soul Hub. The king, I fear is poison'd by a monk : But I do love the favour and the form
I left him almost speechless, and broke out of this most fair occasion, by the which
To acquaint you with this evil; that you might We will untread the steps of danned flight; The better arm you to the sudden time, And, like a bated and retired flood,
Than if you had at leisure known of this. Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
Bant. How did he take it? Who did taste to Stoop Jow within those bounds we have o'erlook'd,
him 1 And calmly run on in obedience,
Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, Even to our ocean, to our great king John.- Whose bowels suddenly burst ont : the king My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence ;
Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. For I do see the cruel pangs of death
Bast. Who didst ou leave to tend his majesty Right I in thine eye.- Away, my friends! New Hub. Why, know you not? The lords are all Night;
come back, And happy newness **, that intends old right. And brought prince Henry in their company ; (Exeunt, leading of Melun. At whose request the king hath pardon'd them,
And they are all about his majesty. SCENE 1.-The same. The French Camp Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty hea
ven, Enter Lewis, and his Train.
And tempt us not to bear above our power !-. Lew. The sun of lieaven, methought, was loth to I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night, set :
Passing these fiats, are taken by the tide,
Away, before! Conduct me to the king; lo faint retire :' o, bravely came we off,
I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. (Ereunt. When with a volley of our needless shot, After such bloody toil, we bid good night;
SCENE VII.-The Orchard Ý Swinstead-Abbey. And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up, Last in the field, and almost lords of it!
Enter Prince STENRY, SALISBURY, and Bigot. Enter a MESSENGER.
P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin! (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling, Leu. Here :- What news?
Foretell the ending of mortality.
Enter PEMBROKE. Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news !-- Beshrew thy very Pemb. His highness yet doth speak; and holds heart;
belief, I did not think to be sad to-night,
That, being brought into the open air, As this hath made me. Who was he, that said, It would allay the burning quality King Jolın did tly, an hour or two before
or that fell poison which assaileth him. The stumbling night did part our weary powers ? P. Hen. Let him he brought into the orchard here. Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord. Doth he still rage?
(Exit Bigot. Lew. Well ; keep good qoarter, it and good care Pemb. He is more patient to-night :
Than when you left him ; even now he song.
P. Hon. Ó vanity of sickness! Fierce extremes, • A proverb intimating treachery. + Lewis. In their continuance, will not feel themselves. 1 In allusion to the images made by witches.
Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Place.
III betide. I Immediate. Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now Innoration.
# Sky. pour posts or stations,
Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an
What surety of the world, what hope,
what stay, I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
When this was now a king, and now is clay ! Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, And from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings
To do thee office for thee of revenge ;
And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,
Now, now, you stars, that move in your right
Where be your powers ? Shew now your mended
And instantly return with me again,
Out of the weak door of our mainting land : It would not out at windows, nor at doors.
Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; There is so hot a summer in my bosom,
The Dauphin rages at our very heels. That all my bowels crumble up to dust:
Sal. It seems, you know noi then so much as we : I am a scribbled forin, drawn with a pen
The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, Upon a parchment; and against this fire
Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin; Do I shrink up.
And brings from him such offers of our peace P. Hen. How fares your majesty!
As we with honour and respect may take, K. John. Poison'd,-ill lare ; dead, forsook, cast With purpose presently to leave this war. off :
Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees And noue of you will bid the winter come,
Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already ;
If you think meet, this afternoon will post
Bast. Let it be so :-And you, my noble prince
Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
P. Hen. Ai Worcester must his body be interr'd; Within me is a hell; and there the poison
For so he will'd it. Is, as a fiend, confined to tyrannize
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,
And true subjection everlastingly.
Bast. 0, let us pay the time but needful woe, And then all this thou seest, is but a clod,
Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.And modulet ot confounded royalty.
This England never did, (nor never shall, Bast. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward ; Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him: But when it first did help to wound itself. Por, in a nigot, the best part of my power,
Now these her princes are come home again, As I upon advantage did renove,
Come the three corners of the world in arms, Were in the washes, all unwarily,
And we shall shock them: nought shall make us Devoured by the unexpected Hood. (The King dies. rue,
If England to itself do rest but true. [Ereunt. • Narrow, avaricious.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. KING RICHARD THE SECOND.
Lord Russ.- Lord WILLOUGHDY.-Lord FitzwATER. EDMUND OP LANGLEY, Duke of York; ? Uncles to Bishop ur CARLISLE.-- Abbot of Westminster. John of GAUNT, Duke of Lancaster; } the King. LORD MARSHAL; and another Lord. HENRY, survamed Bolingbroke, Duke of Heretord, Sir PIERCE of ExTUN -Sir Sternen Scroor.
Son to John of Gaunt; afterwards King Captain of a Band of Welchmen.
DUCHESS OF GLOSTER.
Duchess Of York.
Lady attending on the Queen.
Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gardeners, GREEN,
Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND : HENRY PERCT, his Son.
Scene, dispersedly in England and Wales,
Come I appellant to this princely presence.
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, SCENE 1.- London.-A Room in the Palacc. And mark my greeting well; for what I senk,
My body shall make good upon this earili, Enter King Richard, attended; John of Gaunt, Or my divine soul answer it'in heaven. and other Nobles, with him.
Thou art a traitor and a miscreant ; K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lan. Too good to be so, and too bad to live; caster,
Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band • The uglier seein the clouds that in it ty. Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; Once more, the more to aggravate the note, Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, With a toul trailor's name stuff I thy throat; Which then our leisare would not let us hear, And wish, (so please my sovereign,) ere I move, Against the Duke of Nortolk, Thomas Mowbray ? What my tongue spcaks, my right-drawu sward Gaunt. I have, my liege.
may prove. K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zoal: hini,
'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt is twain ;
As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say :
First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me Aini'd at your bighness, no inveterate malice. From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face to
Which else would post, until it had returu'd face,
These terms of treason doubled down his throat, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear Setting aside his high blood's royalty, The accuser, and the accused, freely speak :- And let him be no kinsman to my liege,
(Ereunt some Attendants. I do defy him, and I spit at him; High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Call hinna slanderous coward, and a villain : In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
Which to maintain, I would allow him odds;
And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot
Or any other ground inhabitable
Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
And lay aside my high blood's royalty, As well appeareth by the cause you come ; Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except. Namely, to appealt each other of high treason.- If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object
As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? By that, and all the rites of knighthood else, Boling. First, (heaven be the record to my Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, speech!)
What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. In the devotion of a subject's love,
Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, Tendering the precious surety of my prince,
Which gently laid my kniglithood on my shoulder, And free from other misbegotten hate,
l'll answer thee in any fair degree,