"That rises in my bosom." Arn. Let but reason Weigh the dire consequence of such a flight. Mar. The consequence! Why, what do you forsake But certain slaughter? Arn. Horrid-damning thought! Mar. I hop'd my risking wretchedness for love, Would have provok'd some emulation Arn. Oh! Mar. But thou art poor, the hero of pretence; And therefore thus for ever Arn. Take me, lead No, stop!it surely was some Siren's voice Would lure me to destruction-Off I-stand off!— Thou! thou art she that would ensnare my soul, Ruin my peace, and sacrifice my fame. But timely be advis'd: forbear to urge A deed that all the earth would scorn me for, Mar. Be undone Arn. Undone I am, whatever course I take- Mar. I did not pause: I chose, for Arnold's love to hazard all: Arn. Oh, hear me, help me, save me, sacred "Mar. Deserts a woman in adversity! "And seeks, in death, a rescue from the woes "Her fortitude encounters. "Arn. 'Tis too much, "It tears my brain !—my bosom !—Oh!” Mar. Thou'rt pale ! Arn. Dizzy and sick-the objects swim before me. Lead me to my tent-I beg thee lead "Mar. I will. "Lean fearless on my arm, it can sustain thee." ness. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Opening, discovers a magnificent pavilion, in which King JOHN appears seated in state. On stools, below him, sit the DAUPHIN, Dukes of BERRY, ANJOU, TouRAIN and ORLEANS, ATHENS, SENS, RIBEMONT, CHARNEY, Lords, Attendants, and Guards all standing. King. At length, we've caught these lions in our toils, These English spoilers, who through all our realm Have mark'd their way with rapine, flames, and slaughters: Now, by my sacred diadem, I swear, Beyond a conqueror's joy my pleasure swells, For that my foes have wrought their own confusion, And found misfortunes where they meant to deal them. What say you, lords, must softening pity sway? Indulge it, then, to their destruction. Mercy And govern all their actions. When they strike, May terrify from evil:-better minds- Ath. The nuncio, Who follow'd fast your majesty to Poitiers, Hath sent to claim an audience in behalf Of yon endanger'd English. Sens. Do not hear him. King. Say, lord archbishop, wherefore should we not? Sens. Knowing your godlike and forgiving nature, I fear 'twill rob you of much martial glory : Else might your fame in arms, for this day's action, Rival the boasts of Macedon or Rome! And sure your valiant soldiers will repine, To have the laurels, now so near their grasp, Rib. Abject minion! How shameful to that habit are such flatteries. [Aside. King. Yes, I well know my soldiers pant, impatient To seize this feeble quarry. But our foes, I must remind you, are so close beset, That famine soon will throw them on your mercy. Or ev❜n to grant such parley, as might plume Oh, no, my royal father, rush at once, O'erwhelm them, crush them, finish them by slaughter. Rib. Think not, prince Dauphin, they'll e'er stoop for terms: Believe me, we have rather cause to expect A fierce attack, to cut their passage through, Or perish in the attempt. I know them well, And when I ponder their intrepid courage, I'm lost in wonder! and no Cressy need I've sent a spy, of known abilities, To find out the condition of our foes; From whose report, in council, we'll resolve Rib. What boasts made I? I told the truth, and wherefore then this taunt ? |