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Or chivalrous design of knightly trial :

Cannt. When, Harry? When? And, when I mount, alive may I not light:

Obedience bids, I should not bid again. If I be traitor, or unjustly tight!

K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down ; we bid; there is K. Rich. What doch our cousin lay to Mowbray's

no boot.. charge?

Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy It must be great, that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him.

My life thou shalt command, but not my shame : Boling. Look, what I speak my lite shall prove The one my duty owes ; but my fair nanie, it true,

(Despite vi death, that lives upon my grave,) That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles, To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. la name of lending for your highess' soldiers; I am disgraced, impeach'd, and batfied biere; The which he hath detain'd for lewd t employments, Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear : Like a false traitor, and injurious villain.

The which no balın can cure, but his heart-blood Besides I say, and wili in batlle prove,

Which breated this poison. Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge

K. Rich. Rage must be withstood : That ever was survey'd by English eye,

Give nie his gage :- Lions make leopards tame. That all the treasons, for these eighteen years Nor. Yea, but not change their spots : lake but Complotted and contrived in this land,

my shame, Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, spring.

The purest treasure mortal times afford, Further 1 say ,- and further will maintain,

Is-spotless reputation ; that away, Upon his bad life, to make all this good,

Men are but gilded loam, or painied clay, That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death; A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest Suggests his soon-believing adversaries;

Is-a bold spirit in a loyal breast. And, consequently, like a traitor coward,

Mine honour is my lite; both grow in one ; Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams or | Take honour from me, and my life is done : blood :

Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,

In that I live, and for that will I die. Even from the tongueless caverns of the ear'ı K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage ; do you To me, for justice, and rough chastisement;

begin. And, by the glorious worth of my descent,

Roling. 0, God defend my soul from such foul This arin shall do it, or this life be spent,

sin! K. Rich. How higli a pitch his resolution soars : Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight? Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height

Nor. 0, let iny sovereign turn away his face, Before this outdared dastard ? Ere my tongue And bid his ears a little while be deaf,

Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong, Till I have told this slander of his blood 5,

Or çoand so base a parle, my teeth shall tear How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar. The slavish motive of recanling fear; K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and And spit it bleeding, in his high disgrace, ears:

Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's Were he my brother, nay, niy kingdom's heir

face.

(Euit Gunit. (as he is but my father's brother's son,

K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to comhow by my sceptre's a'el make a vow,

mand: Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Should nothing privilege hini, vor partialize Be ready, as your lires shall answer it, The unstooping tirmness of my upright soul; At Coventry, upon St. Lambert's day ; He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou;

There shall your swords and lances arbitrate Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow.

The swelling difference of your settled hate ;
Vor. Then, Boling broke, as low as to thy lieart, Since we cannot atone + you, we shall see
Through the false passage of thy throal, tliou liest! Justice design the victor's chivalry.
Three parts of that receipt I had lor Calais,

Marshad, cemmand our officers at arnis
Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers :

Be ready to direct these home-alarms. (Ereunt.
The other part reserved I by consent;
For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, SCENE II.-The same.-A Room in the Duke of
Upon remainder of a dear account,

LANCASTER's Palace.
Since last I went to France to fetch his qucen:
Now swallow down that lie.--For Gloster's death,-

Enter Giunt, and Duchess of Gloster. I slew bin not; but, to my own disgrace,

Guunt. Alas! the part: I had in Gloster's blood Neglected my sworn duty in that case.

Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims, Por ou, my noble lord of Lancaster,

To stir against the butchers of his lite. The honourable father lo my foe,

But since correction lieth in thosc hands, Once did I lay an ambush for your life,

Which made the fault that we cannot correct, A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul :

Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven; But, ere I last received the sacrament,

Who when he sees the hours ripe on earth, I did confess it; and exactly begg'd

Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads. Yoar grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it.

Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper This is my fault: as for the rest appeal'dll,

spur? It issues from the rancour of a villain,

Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? A recreant and most degenerate traitor:

Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, Which in myself I boldly will defend;

Were as seven phials of his sacred blood, And interchangeably hurl down my gage

Or seven fair branches springing froin one root: Upon this overweening & traitor's foot,

Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, To prove myself a loyal gentleman

Some of those branches hy the destinies cut: Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom : But Thoma“, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster,In haste whereof, most heartily I pray

One phial tull of Edward's sacred blood, Your highness to assign our trial day.

One Nourishing branch of his most royal root,K. Rich. Wrath-kindied gentlemen, be ruled by Is craek'd, and all the precious liquor spilt; me ;

Is hack'd down, and his summier leaves all faded, Let's purge this choler withont letting blood : By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe. This we prescribe, though no physician;

Ah, Gaunt! bis blood was thine; that bed, that Deep malice makes too deep incision :

womb, Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed;

That mettle, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee, Ou ductors say, this is no time to bleed,

Made him a man: and though thou liv'st, and Good unele, let this end where it begun;

breath'st, We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son. Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent ý

Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my age: In some large measure to thy father's death. Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's gaye. In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, K. Rich, Agd, Norfolk, throw down his.

Who was the model of thy father's life.

Call it not patience, Gaait, it is despair : • Possess. + Wicked. 1 Prompt.

Reproach to his ancestry Charged. • No advantage in delay. + Reconcile, ç Arrogant,

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The life, the right, and truth of all this realm 0, let it not be said !-Forage, and run
Is tied to heaven; and England now is left

To meet displeasure further from the doors;
To tug and scamble, and to part by the teeth And grapple with him, ere le come so nigh.
The unowed* interest of proud-swelling state.

K. John. The legate of the pope hath been with Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty,

me, Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest,

And I have made a happy peace with hin;
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace :

And he hath promised to dismiss the powers
Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Led by the Dauphin..
Meet in one line ; and vast confusion waits

Basi. O inglorious league!
(As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,)

Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
The imminent decay of wrested pomp.

Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture + can Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, To arms invasive i Shall a beardless boy,
And follow me with speed ; l'll to the king : A cocker'd + silken wanton brave our fields,
A thousand businesses are brief in hand,

And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. Mocking the air with colours idly spread,

[Exeunt. And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms :

Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace; ACT V.

Or if he dó, let it at least be said,

They saw we had a purpose of defence.
SCENE I --The same.-A Room in the Palace. K. John. Have thou the ordering of this present

time.
Enter KING JOHN, PANDULPH uith the Crown, and Bast, Away then, with good courage; yet, I
Attendunts.

know,
K. John. Thus have l yielded up into your hand Our party may well meet a prouder foe. (Erennt.
The circle of my glory.

Pand. Take again [Giving John the 'roun. SCENE II.-A Plain, near St. Edmund's-Bury.
From this my hand, as holding of the pope,
Your sovereign greatness and authority

Enler, in Arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN, Pex,
K. John. Now keep your holy word : go meet the

BROKE, Bigot, and Soldiers.
French;

Lew. My lord Melun, let this be copied out,
And from his holiness use all your power

And keep it safe for our remembrance :
To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflamed. Return the precedent to these lords again;
Our discontented counties do revolt;

That, having our fair order written down,
Our people quarrel with obedience;

Both they, and we, perusiug o'er these notes,
Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,

May know wherefore we took the sacrament,
To stranger blood, to foreign reyal:y.

And keep our faiths firm and inviolable,
This inundation of mistemper'd humour

Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken,
Rests by you only to be qualified.

And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear
Then pause not; for the present time's so sick, voluntary zeal and unurged faith,
That present medicine must be minister'd,

To your proceedings ; yet, believe me, prince,
Or overthrow incurable ensues.

I am not glad that such a sore of time
Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up, Should seek a plaister by contemn'd revolt,
l'pon your stubborn usage of the pope :

And heal the inveterate canker of one wound,
But, since you are a gentle convertite ,

By making inany: 0, it grieves my soul,
My longue shall hush again this storm of war, That I must draw this metal from my side
And make fair weather in your blustering land. To be a widow-maker ; 0, and there,
On this Ascension-day, remember well,

Where honourable rescue, and defence,
Upon your oath of service to the pope,

Cries out upon the name of Salisbury:
Go I to make the French lay down their arms. (Erit. But such is the infection of the time,
K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the That, for the health and physic of our right,
prophet

We cannot deal but with the very hand
Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon,

of stern injustice and confused wrong.-
My crown I should give off ? Even so I have : And is't not pity, O my grieved friends!
Illid suppose, it should be on constraint;

That we, the sons and children of this isle,
But, heaven be thank’d, it is but voluntary, Were born to see so sad an hour as this;

Wherein we step after a stranger march
Enter the BASTARD.

Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Bast. All Kent hath yielded ; nothing there holds Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and weep
out,

Upon the spot of this enforced cause,)
But Dover-castle: London hath received,

To grace the gentry of a land remote,
Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers : And follow unacquainted colours here?
Your robles will not liear you, but are gone What, bere ?-0 nation, that thou couldst remove !
To offer service to your enemy;

That Neptune's arms, who clippeth 1 thee about,
And wild amazement hurries up and down Would bear thee from the knowledge of tlıyself,
The little number of your doubtful friends. And grapple thee unto a pagan shore;

K. John. Would not my lords return to nie again, Where these two Christian armies inight combine
After they heard young Arthur was alive? The blood of malice in a vein of league,
Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the And not to spend it so unneighbourly!
streets;

Lew. A noble temper dost thou shew in this ;
An empty casket, where the jewel of life

And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom,
By some damu'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away. Do make an earthquake of nobility.
K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live. O, what a noble combat hast thou fought,

Bust. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. Between compulsion, and a brave respect !
But wherefore do you droop? Why look yon sad? Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
Be great in act, as you have been in thought; That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks :
Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Govern the motion of a kingly eye :

Being an ordinary ioundation ;
Be stirring as the time ; be tire with fire ;

But this effusion of such manly drops,
Threaten the threatner, and outface the brow This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Of branging horror: so shall inferior eyes,

Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed
That borrow their behaviours from the great, Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Grow great by your example, and put on

Figured quite o'er with burning meteors.
The dauntless spirit of resolution.

Liit up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
Away ; and glister like the god of war,

And with a great heart heave away this storm :
When he intendeth to become the field :

Commend these waters to those baby eyes,
Shew boldness, and aspiring confidence.

That never saw the giant world enraged ;
What, shall they seek the lion in his den,

Nor niet with fortune other than at feasts,
And Iright him there? And make him tremble there? Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping.
• Unowned,

• Forces,

+ Fondled. Convert.

* Embraceth.

love of country.

+ Girdle.

Come, come ; for thou shalt thrust thy haud as deep | To crouch in litter of your stable planks ;
Into the purse of rich prosperity,

To lie, like pawns, luck'd up in chests and trunks ;
As Lewis himself :-So, nobles, shall you all, To hug with swine ; to seek sweet safety out
That kuit your sinews to the strength of mine. in vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake
Enter PANDULPH, attended.

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 feebied here, Look, where the holy legate comes apace,

That in your chambers gave 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 aiery + towers, With holy breath.

To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.Pand. Hail, noble prince of France !

And you degenerate, yonigrate revolls, The next is this,-King John hath reconciled You bloody Nerves, ripping up the womb Himself to Rome ; his spirit is come in,

Of your dear mother England, blush for shame : That so stood out against the holy church,

For your own ladies, and pale-visaged maids, The great metropolis and see of Rome :

Like A mazons, conie tripping after drums; Therefore thy threatning colours now wind up, Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, And tame the savage spirit of wild war ;

Their neelds I to lances, and their gentle hearts That, like a lion f ster'd up at hand,

To fierce and bloody inclination. It may lie gently at the foot of peace,

Lew. There end ihy brave ý; and turn thy faoe And be no further harmful than in show,

in peace; Lew. 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 propertiedo,

With such a brabbler. To be a secondary at control,

Pand. Give me leave to speak. Or useful serving-man, and instrument,

Bast. No, I will speak. To any sovereigu state throughout the world. Leu. We will attend to neither :Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Between this chastised kingdom and myself, Plead for our interest, and our being here. And brought in maller that should feed this fire ; Bast. Indeed, your drams, being beaten, will And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out

cry out; With that same weak wind which enkindled it.

And so shåll you, being beaten: do but start You taught me how to know the face of right, An echo with the clamour of thy drum, Acquainted me with interest to this land,

And even at hand a drum is ready braced, Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heari;

That shall reverberate all as loud as thine;
Ayd come you now to tell me, John hath made

Sound bat another, and another shall,
His peace with Rome : What is that peace to me? As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's | ear,
I, by the honour of my marriage-bed,

And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder : for at hand
After young Arthur, claim this land for mine; (Not trusting to this halting legate here,
And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back,

Whom he hall used rather for sport than ne i, Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? Is warlike Julin; and in his forehead sits Ain I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rume A bare ribb'd death, whose office is this day borne,

To feast upon whole thousands of the French, What men provided, what munition sent,

Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. To underprop this action Is't not I,

Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do vot That undergo this charge? Who else but 1,

doabt.

(Eseunt. And such as to my claim are liable, Sweat in this business, and maintain this war? SCENE III.-The sume-A Field of Battle. Have I not heard these islanders shout out, Vive le roy! as I have bauk'd their towns ?

Alarums.- Enter King John and Hubert. Have I not here the best cards for the gaine, 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! No, on niy soul, it never shall be said.

K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long, Pand. You look but on the outside of this work. Lies heavy on me; ó, my heart is sick! Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return Till my attempt so much be glorified

Enter a MESSENGEK. As to my ample hope was promised

Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Fauleon 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.

k. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the ab[Trumpet sounds.

bey there. What lasty trumpet thus doth summon us?

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

That was expected by the Dauphin here,
Enter the BASTARD, attended.

Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands. Bast. According to the fair play of the world, This news was brought to Richard but even now! Let me have audience ; I am sent to speak :- The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. My holy lord of Milan from the king

K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, I come, to learn how you have dealt for him ; And will not let me welcome this good news.And, as you answer, 1 do know the scope

Set on toward Swinstead : to my litter straight; And warrant limited unto my tongue.

Weakness possesseih me, and I am faint. (Exeunt. Pand. The Dauphin is too wiltul-opposite, And will not temporize with my entreaties; SCENE 11.-The same.-- Another Part of the same. He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms. Bast. By all the blood that ever fury breathed,

Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKK, Bigot, and others. The youth says well :-Now hear our English king. Sal. I did not think the king so stored with friends. For thus his royalty doth speak in me.

Pemb. Up once again ; put spirit in the French; He is prepared and reason too, he should : If they miscarry, we miscarry too. This apish and unmannerly approach,

Sal. That misbegotten devii, Paulconbridge, This harness'd masque, and unadvised revel, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. This unhair'd sauciness, and boyish troops,

Pemb. They say, king John, sore sick, hath left The king doth smile at; and is well prepared

the field. To whip this dwartish war, lbese 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. door,

Sal. When we were happy, we had other names. To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch?, Pemb. It is the cat Melen. To dive, like buckets, in concealed s wells;

Sal. Wounded to death, • Appropriated.

+ Face down.
• The crowing of a cock.

+ Nest. * Leap over the hatch. Govdred.

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Mel. Fly, noble English, yon are bought and sold; | The day shall not be up so soon as I,
Unthread the rnde eye of rebellion,

To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. (Exeunt.
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 French be lords of this loud day,

of swinstead-Abbey.
He means to recompense the pains you take,
By cutting off your heads : thus hath he sworn,

Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, 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. Afriend :-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;

mand
Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax? of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?
Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire ?

Bast. Hubert, 1 :hink.
What in the world should make me now deceive, Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought;
Since I must lose the use of all deceit?

I will, upon all hazards, well believe
Why should I then be false ; since it is true

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 sun,

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, Shoula 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear.
If Lewis by your assistance win the day.

Bast. Come,ccme ; 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 ý 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 damned 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,

Bast. How did he lake 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 hou leave to tend his majesty! Right S in thine eye.-Away, my friends! New Hub. Why, know you not? The lords are all flight;

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 heaven, methought, was loth to l'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power; this night,
sel;

Passing these flats, are taken by the tide,
But staid, and made the western welkin # blush, These Lincoln washes nave devour'd them;
When the English measured backward their own Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escaped.
ground,

Away, before! Conduct me to the king;
Iu 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 y Swinstead-Abbey.
And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up,
Last in the field, and almost lords of it!

Enter Prince SIENRY, SALISBURY, and Bigot.

P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood
Enter a MESSENGER.

Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain
Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin! (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-
Leur. Here :- What news?

house)
Mess. The count Melan is slain; the English lords, Doth, by the idle comments that it makes,
By his persuasion, are again fallen off :

Foretell the ending of morta.ity.
And your supply, which you have wish'd so long,
Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands.

Enter PEMBROKE. .
Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news !-Beshrew thy very Pemb. His highness yet duth 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 Jolin did fly, an hour or two before

Of 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 raget

[Erit Bigot. Lew. Well ; keep good quarter, tt and good care Pemb. He is more patient to-night :

Than when you left him; even now he sung.

P. Hon. O 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.
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Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an
With many legions of strange fantasies;
Which, in their thruag and press to that last hold, My liege! My lord !—But now a king.-now thus.
Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so stop.
should sing.

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 frailly, sings

To do thee office for thee of revenge ;
His suul and body to their lasting rest.

And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,
Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born As it on earth hath been thy servant still.-
To set a form upon that indigest

Now, now, you stars, thai move in your right
Which he hatli leit so shapeless and so rude.

spheres, Re-enter Bicot and Attendants, who bring in King

Where be your powers ? Shew now your mended

faiths ;
Jonn in a Chair.

And instantly return with me again,
K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow. To push destruction, and perpetual shame,

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 ro hot a summer in my bosom,

The Dauphin rages at our very heels. That all my bowels crumble up to dusi:

Sal. It seems, you know not then so much as we: I am a scribbled form, 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 shriek 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. ofl :

Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees And none of you will bid the winter come,

Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.
To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already;
Nor let my kingdoni's rivers take their course For many carriages he hath despatch'd
Through niy buru'd bosom ; nor entreat the north To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel
To make his bleak winds kiss iny parched lips, To the disposing of the cardinal :
And comfort me with cold :-1 do not ask you with whom yourself, myself, and other lords,
much,

If you think meet, this afternoon will post
I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait, To cónsummate this business happily.
Ana so ingrateful, you deny me that.

Bast. Let it be so :- And you, my noble prince
P. Hen. O that there were some virtue in my tears, with other princes that may best be spared,
That might reseve you!

Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
K. John. The salt in them is hot.-

P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd ; Within me is a hell; and there the poison

For so he will'd it. ls, as a fiend, contined to tyrannize.

Bast. Thither shall it then. On unreprievable condemned blood.

And happily may your sweet self put on

The lineal state and glory of the land !
Enter the BASTARD.

To whom, with all submission, on my knee,
Bast. 0, I am scalded with my violent motion, I do bequeath my faithful services
And spleen of speed to see your majesty.

And true subjection everlastingly.
K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set niine eye: Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
The tackle of iny heart is crack'd and buru'd ; To rest without a spot for evermore.
And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should suil, P. Hen. I have a kind soul that would give you
Are turned to one thread, one little hair:

thanks,
My heart bath one poor string to stay it by, And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
Which holds but till thy news be utier'd;

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 module tot 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 nigat, the best part of my power,

Now these her princes are come home again, As I upon advantage did remove,

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 food. (The King dies. rue,

If England to itself do rest but true. (Exeunt. • Narrow, avaricious

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