To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells; To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks; Of your dear mother England, blush for shame; Lou. There end thy brave, and turn thy face in peace; We grant thou canst outscold us: fare thee well; We hold our time too precious to be spent With such a brabbler. Pand. Give me leave to speak. Bast. No, I will speak. We will attend to neither. Lou. Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Plead for our interest and our being here. Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry out; And so shall you, being beaten: do but start An echo with the clamour of thy drum, And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand Not trusting to this halting legate here, Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day To feast upon whole thousands of the French. Lou. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. SCENE III. The same. A field of battle. Alarums. Enter King JOHN and HUBERT. [Exeunt. K. John. How goes the day with us? O, tell me, Hubert. K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long, Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Falconbridge, Desires your majesty to leave the field, And send him word by me which way you go. K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey there. That was expected by the Dauphin here, K. John. Ay me, this tyrant fever burns me up, [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. Another part of the same. Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, and BIGOT. Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with friends. If they miscarry, we miscarry too. Sal. That misbegotten devil, Falconbridge, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. Pem. They say King John sore-sick hath left the field. Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiers. Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. Sal. Wounded to death. Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold And welcome home again discarded faith. Sal. May this be possible? may this be true? Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax What in the world should make me now deceive, Since I must lose the use of all deceit? Why should I, then, be false, since it is true That I must die here, and live hence by truth? He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours Behold another day break in the east: But even this night,-whose black contagious breath Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun,- ; Awakes my conscience to confess all this. In lieu whereof, I pray you, bear me hence Sal. We do believe thee:-and beshrew my soul Of this most fair occasion, by the which Leaving our rankness and irregular course, Even to our ocean, to our great King John.— My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; For I do see the cruel pangs of death Right in thine eye. (134)—Away, my friends! New flight; And happy newness, that intends old right. [Exeunt, leading off Melun. SCENE V. The same. The French camp. Enter Louis and his Train. Lou. The sun of heaven methought was loth to set, But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, When th' English measur'd backward their own ground(135) In faint retire. O, bravely came we off, When with a volley of our needless shot, After such bloody toil, we bid good night; And wound our tattering colours clearly up,(136) Last in the field, and almost lords of it! Enter a Messenger. Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin? Lou. Here: what news? Mess. The Count Melun is slain; the English lords, By his persuasion, are again fall'n off'; And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, Lou. Ah, foul shrewd news!-beshrew thy very heart!—I did not think to be so sad to-night As this hath made me.-Who was he that said King John did fly an hour or two before The stumbling night did part our weary powers? Lou. Well; keep good quarter and good care to-night: The day shall not be up so soon as I, To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. An open place near Swinstead Abbey. Enter, severally, the Bastard and HUBERT. Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot. Hub. Bast. Whither dost thou go? Hub. What's that to thee? Bast. Of the part of England. Why may not I demand Thou hast a perfect thought: Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? Hubert I think ?(137) Hub. I will, upon all hazards, well believe Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well. Who art thou? Bast. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets. Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou and eyeless(138) night Have done me shame :-brave soldier, pardon me, That any accent breaking from thy tongue Should scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. Bast. Come, come; sans compliment, what news abroad? To find you out. Bast. Brief, then; and what's the news? |