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Whom he hath used rather for sport than need), 1 Even on that altar, where we swore to you
Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do Resolved from his figure 'gainst the tiref? not doubt.
(Exeunt. Whai in the world shonld make me now deSCENE III. The same. A Field of Battle. Since I must lose the use of all deceit? [ceive, Alarums. Enter King John and HUBERT. That I must die here, and live hence by truth?
Why should I then be false; since it is true K, John. How goes the day with us? O, tell I say again, if Lewis do win the day, me, Hubert.
He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty? Behold another day break in the east: (breath K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me But even this night,-whose black contagious so long,
Already smokes about the burning crest Lies heavy on me; 0, my heart is sick! Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun, Enter a Messenger.
Even this all night, your breathing shall expire; Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faul. Paying the line of rated treachery, conbridge,
Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Desires your majesty to leave the field; If Lewis by your assistance win the day. And send him word by me, which way you go. Commend me to one Hubert, with your king; K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to The love of him,-and this respect besides, the abbey there.
[ply, For that my grandsire was an Englishman,-Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great sup- Awakes my conscience to confess all this. That was expected by the Dauphin bere, In lieu ý whereof, I pray you bear me hence Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin From fortli the noise and rumour of the field; sands.
(now: Where I may think the remnant of iny thoughts This news was brought to Richard but even In peace, and part this body and my soul The French figlit coldly, and retire themselves. Will contemplation and devout desires. · K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew! пр,
But I do love the favour and the form (my soul And will not let me welcome this good news. Of this most fair occasion, by the which Set on toward Swipstead : to my litter straight; We will untread the steps of damned flight; Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. And, like a bated and retired flood,
[Exeunt. Leaving our rankness and irregular course, SCENE IV. The same. Another Part of Stoop low within those bounds we have o'er
(look'i, the same.
And calmly run on in obedience, Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, Bigot, and My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence;
Even to our ocean, to our great king John. Others.
For I do see the cruel pangs of death [flight; Sal. I did not think the king so stored with Right Tin thine eye.-Away, my friends! New friends.
(French; Anu happy newness **, that intends old right. Pem. Up once again ; pat spirit in the
[Exeunt, leading off MELUN. If they miscarry, we miscarry too. Sai. That misbegotten devil, Fac:lconbridge,
SCENE V. The same. The French Camp. In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.
Enter LEWIS and his Train. Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, hath Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was left the field.
loath to set ; Enter MELUN Wounded, and led by Soldierss. Bnt stay'd, and inade the western welkio 14
Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. When the English measured backward their
Wounded to death. When with a volley of our needless shot, Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought After such bloody toil, we bid gond night; and sold;
And wjund our tatter'd colours clearly up, Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
Last in the field, and almost lords of it! And welcome home again discarded faith.
Enter a Messenger. Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin? For, if the French be lords of this loud day, Lew.
Here :- What news? Hef means to recompense the pains you take, Mess. The count Melun is slain; the English By cutting off your heads: Thus hath hesworn, By his persuasion, are again fallen off: [lords, And I with him, and many more with me, And your supply, wbich you have wish'd só Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury;
long, * A proverb intimating treachery.
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Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands. I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my powerf this night, Lew. Ab, foul shrewd news !-Beshrew thy Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, very heart!
These Lincoln washes have devoured them; I did not think to be so sad to night,
Myself well-mounted, hardly have escaped. As this bath made me. Who was he, that said, Away, before! conduct me to the king; King Johu did fly, an hour or two before I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. } bestumbling night did part our weary powers?
[Exeunt. Niess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord. SCENE VII. The Orchard of SwinsteadLew. Well ; keep good quarter", and good
Abbey. care to-night; The day shall not be up so soon as I,
Enter Prince HENRY, SALISBURY, and
Bigor. To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.
(Ereunt. P. Ilen. It is too late; the life of all his
blood SCENE VI. An open Place in the Neigh. Is touch'd corrnptibly; and his pure hrain
bourhood of Swinstead-Abbey. Enter the Bastard and Hubert, meeting. (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly Doth by the idle comments that it makes, or I shoot.
Foretell the ending of inortality. Bast. A friend :- What art thou?
Enter PEMBROKE. Hub.
Of the part of England. Pem. His Highness yet doth speak; and Bast. Whither dost thou go? [demand holds belief,
Hub. What's that to thee? Why my not I That being brought into the open air, Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? It wonl allay the burning quality Bast. Hubert, I think.
Of that fell poison which assaileth lim. Huh. Thou hast a perfect thought: P. Hen. Let him be brought into the I will upon all hazards, well believe
orchard here. Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue 80
Doth he still rage ?
[Evit Bicot. Who art thou?
(well : Pem.
He is more patient Bust. Who thou wilt : an if thou please, Tban when yon left him; even now he sung. Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to thiok P. Hen. 0 vanity of sickness! fierce exI come one way of the Plantagenets.
tremes, IIub. Unkind remembrance! thou, and In their continuance, will not feel themselves. eyeless night,
[me, Death, haviog prey'd upon the outward parts, Have done me shame :-Brave soldier, pardon Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Against the mind, the which he pricks and Should'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. wounds Bust. Comc, come; sans + compliment, With niany legions of strange fantasies; what news abroad?
Which, in their throng and press to that last Iub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow hold,
[should sing. To find you out.
(of night, Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death Bust. Brief, then; and what's the news? I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Hub. O, my sweet sir, news titting to the Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; night,
And, from the organ-pipe of trailty, sings Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. His soul and body to their lasting rest.
Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you I am no woman, l'll not swoon at it. [news; To set a forin upon that in ligest [are born Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a Which he bath left so shapeless and su rude. monk:
Re-enter Bigor and Attendants, who bring I left him almost speechless, and broke ont
in King JOHN in a Chair. To acquaint you with this evil; that you might K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul bath The better arın you to the suddeu time,
elbow-room; Than if yon bad at leisure known of this. It would not out at windows, nor at doors, Bast. Ilow did he take it? who did taste to There is so hot a summer in my bosom, him?
That all my bowels crumble up to dust : IIub. A monk, I tell yon; a resolved villain, I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen Whosę bowels suddenly burst out : the king Upon a parchment; and against this fire Yet speaks, aud, peradveuture, may recover. Do I shrink up. Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend bis P. Hen. How fares your majesty? majesty ?
(all come back, K. John. Poison'd,-ill fare;-dead, forHub. Why, know you not ? the lords are
sook, cast oft: And brought prince Henry in their company; And none of you will bill the winter come, At whose request the king hath pardon'd bem, To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;. And they are all abont his majesty: (heaven, Nor let my kingdom's rivers iake their course
Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty Througı my birm’d bosom; nor entreat the And tempt us not to bear abone our power
North * lo your posts or stations,
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, To push destruction, and perpetual shame, And comfort me with cold: I do not ask Out of the weak door of our fainting land : yon much,
Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait*, T'he Dauphin rages at our very heels. [sought ; And so ingrateful, you deny me that.
Sal. It seems, you know not then so much P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in
as we: That might relieve yon?
(my tears, The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, K. John.
The salt in them is hot.- Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin; Within me is a hell; and there the poison And brings from him such offers of our peace Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize
As we with honour and respect may take, On unreprievable condemned blood.
With purpose presently to leave this war. Enter the Bastarri.
Busi. He will the raiher do it, when he sees Bast. O, I am scalied with any violent Ourselves well sinewed to our defence. motion,
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; And spleen or speed to see your Majesty. For many carriages he hath despatch'd K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set to the sea-side, and put his canse and quarrel
To the disposing of the cardinal: The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, And all the shreuds, wherewith my life should If you think meet, this afternoon will post, Are turned to one threa:l, one little bair: (sail, To consummate this business happily. (prince, My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, Bust. Let it be so:- And you, my noble Which holds but till thy news be nitered; With other princes that may best be spared, And then all this thou see'st, is but a clod, Sball wait upon your father's funeral. (terr'd; And modulet of confounded royalty.
P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be inBast. The Dauplin is preparing hitherward; For so he willd it. Where, heaven he kuow's, low We sball
Thither shall it then. answer him:
And happily may your sweet self put on For, in a night, the best part of my power, The lineal state and glory of the land! As I upon advantage did remove,
To wliom, with all submission, on my knee, Were in the washes, all unwarily,
I do bequeath my faithful services Devoured by the unexpected nood.
And true subjection everlastingly.
[The King dies. Șal. And ihe like tender of our love we Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead To rest withont a spot for everinore. (make, an ear.
[thuis. P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give My liege! my lord! But now a king --now
you thanks, P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even And kinows not how to do it, but with tears. 80 stop.
[stay, Bast. 0, let us pay the time but needful woe, What snrety of, the world, what hope, what Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. When this was now a king, and now is clay! This England never did, (nor never shall,)
Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay be- lie at tlie prond foot of a conqueror, To do the office for thee of revenge! (hind, Bat when it first did help to wound itself. And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven, Now these her princes are come home again, As it on earth bath been ihy servant still.- Come the three corners of the world in arms, Now, pow, you stars, that move in your riylt And we shall shock them : Nought sha!! maké spheres,
(mended faiths; If England to itself do rest but true. [us rue, Where be your powers? Show now your
[Exeunt. And instantly reliru with me again, * Narrow, avaricious.
The tragedy of KING JOHN, though not written with the utmost power of Shakspeare, is varied with a very pleasing interchange of incidents and characters. The lady's grief is very affecting; and the character of the Bastard contains that mixture of greatness and levity which this author delighted to exhibit.-JOHNSON.
Persons represented. King Richard the SECOND.
Earl of Northumberland. EDMUND of Langley, D. of York; / uncles to HENRY Percy, his son. John of Gaunt, D.of Luncaster;the King. Lord Ross. Lord WILLOUGHBY. Lord HENRY, surnúmed Bolingbroke, Duke of FITZWATER. Hereford, son to John of Gaunt; after- Bishop of Carlisle. Abbot of Westminster. wards King Henry IV.
Lord Marshal; and unother Lord.
Captain of a band of Welshmen.
Queen to King Richard.
Duchess of Gloster. Bagot, creatures to King Richard. Duchess of York. GREEN,
Lady attending on the Queen. Lords, Heralds, Oficers, Soldiers, two Gardeners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and
Scene,-dispersedly in England and Wales.
ACT I. SCENE Í. London. A Room in the Palace. Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
Add an immortal'title to your crown! Enter King RICHARD; attended : JOHN of
K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but GAUNT, and other Nobles, with him.
flatters us, K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd As well appeareth by the cause you come: Lancaster,
Namely, io appealt each other of high treason. Hast thou, according to thy oath and band*, Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son; Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas MowHere to make good the boisterons late appeal, bray! Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Boling. First, (heaven be the record of my Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mow- In the devotion of a subject's love, [speech!) Guunt. I have, my liege.
[bray? Tendering the precious safety of my prince, K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou And free from other misbegotten hate, sounded him,
Come I appellant to this princely presence. If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, Or wortbily as a good subject should, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak, On some known ground of treachery in him? My body shall make good upon this earth, Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. argument,
Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant; On some apparent danger seen in him, Too good to be so, and too bad to live; Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice. Siuce, the more fair and crystal is the sky, K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; The uglier seem the cloads that in it ty. face to face,
Once more, the more to aggravate the note, And frowning brow to brow,ourselves will hear With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; The accuser, and the accused, freely speak:- And wish,(so please my sovereign,)ere l inove,
[Exeunt some Attendants. What my tongue speaks, myright-drawn sword High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ine, may prove.
(zeal: In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my Re-enter Attendants, with BOLINGEROKE 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, and NORFOLK.
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Boling. May many years of happy days befal Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this, Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; I Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, • Bond.
As to be bush'd, and pought at all to say : (me And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow, Call him--a slanderous coward, and a villain : Soch neighbour nearness to our sacred blnod Which to maintain, I would allow him odds; Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize And meet bim, were I tied to run a-foot The unstooping firmness of my upright soul; Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thon; Or any other ground inbabitable*
Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow. Where ever Englishman durst set his foot, Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,
[liest! By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lię. Through the false passage of thy throat, thou Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, throw my gage,
Disbursed Iduly to his bighness' soldiers: Disclaiming here the kindred of a king; The other part reserved 1 by consent ; And Jay aside my high blood's royalty, [cept: For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to ex. Upon remainder of a dear account, If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, Since last I went to Franceto fetch his queen: As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; Now swallow down that lie.---For Gloster's By that, and all the rites of knighthood else, death, Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, I slew him not; but to my own disgrace, What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. Neglected my sworn duty in that case.
Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, For you, my noble lord of Lancaster, Which gently lay'd my knighthood on my The honourable father to my foe, I'll answer thee in any fair degree, (shoulder, Once did I lay in ambush for your life, Or chivalrous design of knightly trial: A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul : And, when I mount, alive may I not light, But, ere I last received the sacrament, If I be traitor, or unjustly fight!
I did confess it; and exactly begged K. Rich. What doth our cousiu lay to Mow. Your grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it. bray's charge?
This is my fault: As for the rest appeal'd l, It must be great, that can inheritt us
It issues from the rancour of a villain, So much as of a thought of ill in hin. A recreant and most degenerate traitor : Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall which in myself I boldly will defend ; prove it true;
(nobles, And interchangeably hurl down my gage That Mowbray hath received eight thousand Upon this overweening** traitor's foot, In name of lendings for your highness sol. To prove myself a loyal gentleman diers;
(ments, Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom: The which he hath detain'd for lewd f employ- In haste whereof, most heartily I pray, Like a false traitor, and injurious villain. Your highness to assign our trial day. [by me; Besides I say, and will in battle prove, K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, beruled Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge Let's
purge this choler without letting blood : That ever was survey'd by English eye, This we prescribe though no physician; That all the treasons, for these eighteen years Deep malice makes too deep incision : Complotted and coutrived in this land, (spring. Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed; Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed.Further I say,- and further will maintain Good uncle, let this end where it begun; (son. Upon his bad life, to make all this good,- We'll calın' the duke of Norfolk, you your That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death; Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become Suggestg his soon believing adversaries;
my age :
(gage. And, consequently, like a traitor coward, Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down bis. of blood :
Gaunt. When, Harry? when? Whicb blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Obedience bids, I should not bid again. Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; To me, for justice, and rough chastisement;
there is no boottt.
[foot : And, by the glorious worth of my descent, Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign at thy Tbis arm shall do it, or this life be spent. My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution The one my duty owes; but my fair name, soars!
(Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) Tbomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face, I am disgraced, impeach'd, and baffled here; Uninhabitable. + Possess. | Wicked. s Prompt, || Reproach to
his ancestry. 1 Charged. ** Arrogant. # No advantage in delay.