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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
(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 ;
Marshad, cemmand our officers at arnis
Be ready to direct these home-alarms. (Ereunt.
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,
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, Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest,
And I have made a happy peace with hin;
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 if he dó, let it at least be said,
They saw we had a purpose of defence.
Pand. Take again [Giving John the 'roun. SCENE II.-A Plain, near St. Edmund's-Bury.
Enler, in Arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELUN, 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, perusiug 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 am not glad that such a sore of time
And heal the inveterate canker of one wound,
By making inany: 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,
K. John. Would not my lords return to nie again, Where these two Christian armies inight combine
Lew. A noble temper dost thou shew in this ;
And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom,
Bust. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. Between compulsion, and a brave respect !
Being an ordinary ioundation ;
But this effusion of such manly drops,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed
Figured quite o'er with burning meteors.
Liit 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,
+ Fondled. Convert.
love of country.
Come, come ; for thou shalt thrust thy haud as deep | To crouch in litter of your stable planks ;
To lie, like pawns, luck'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 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;
Sound bat another, and another shall,
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder : for at hand
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,
(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,
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.
+ Nest. * Leap over the hatch. Govdred.
Mel. Fly, noble English, yon are bought and sold; | The day shall not be up so soon as I,
To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. (Exeunt.
Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, meeting.
Hub. Who's there? Speak, ho! Speak quickly,
or I shoot.
Bast. Afriend :-What art thou ?
Hub. Of che part of England.
Bast. Hubert, 1 :hink.
I will, upon all hazards, well believe
Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so
Who art thou ?
Bast. Who thou wilt: an if you please,
Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think
-whose black contagious breath I come one way of the Plantagenets.
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,
Bast. Come,ccme ; sans compliment, what news
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,
To find you out.
Hub. O, my sweet Sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
Bast. Shew me the very wound of this ill news;
I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.
I left him almost speechless, and broke out
To acquaint you with this evil; that you might
Than if you had at leisure known of this.
Bast. How did he lake it? Who did taste to
Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain,
Whose bowels suddenly burst ont : the king
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;
And they are all about his majesty.
And tempt us not to bear above our power !-
Passing these flats, are taken by the tide,
Away, before! Conduct me to the king;
I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. (Ereunt.
SCENE VII.-The Orchard y Swinstead-Abbey.
Enter Prince SIENRY, SALISBURY, and Bigot.
P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain
Foretell the ending of morta.ity.
Enter PEMBROKE. .
That, being brought into the open air,
Of that fell poison which assaileth him.
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,
Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts,
Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now • Inporation,
# Sky. *1 In your 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,
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 ;
And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,
Now, now, you stars, thai move in your right
spheres, Re-enter Bicot and Attendants, who bring in King
Where be your powers ? Shew now your mended
And instantly return with me again,
Out of the weak door of our mainting land :
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.
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. 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 !
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 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