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Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. Lero. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear I am too high-born to be propertied, * [back A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith,
To be a secondary at control,
To any sovereign state throughout the world. Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt, Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars, And heal the inveterate canker of one wound, Between this chástis'd kingdom and myself, By making many: 0, it grieves my soul, And brought in matter that should feed this That I must draw this metal from my side
fire; To be a widow-maker; 0, and there,
And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out Where honourable rescue, and defence, With that same weak wind which enkindled it. Cries out upon the name of Salisbury: You taught me how to know the face of right, But such is the infection of the time,
Aequainted me with interest to this land, That, for the health and physic of our right, Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart; We cannot deal but with the very hand And come you now to tell me, John hath made Of stern injustice and confused wrong:- His peace with Rome? What is that peace to And is't not pity, O my grieved friends! I, by the honour of my marriage-bed, [me? That we, the sons and children of this isle, After young Arthur, claim this land for mine; Were born to see so sad an hour as this; And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back, Wherein we step after a stranger march
Because that John hath made his peace with Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up.
[borne, Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Romé Upon the spot of this enforced cause,) [weep What men provided, what munition sent, To grace the gentry of a land remote,
To underprop this action? is't not I, And follow unacquainted colours here? That undergo this charge? who else but I, What, here?-O nation, that thou could'st re- And such as to my claim are liable, move !
Sweat in this business, and maintain this war That Neptune's arms, who clippeth* thee about, Have I not heard these islanders shout out, Would bear thee from the knowledge of thy Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns? And grapple thee unto a pagan shore; [self, Have I not here the best cards for the game, Where these two Christian armies might com- To win this easy match play'd for a crown? The blood of malice in a vein of league, [bine And shall I now give o'er the yielded set? And not to spend it so unneighbourly! No, on my soul, it never shall be said.
Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this; Pand. You look but on the outside of this And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom,
work. Do make an earthquake of nobility:
Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return 0, what a noble combat hast thou fought, Till my attempt so much be glorified Between compulsion and a brave respect!t As to my ample hope was promised Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
Before I drew this gallant head of war, That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks; And culi'd these fiery spirits from the world, My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
To outlookt conquest, and to win renown Being an ordinary inundation;
Even in the jaws of danger and of death.But this effusion of such manly drops,
Enter the Bastard, attended.
Bast. According to the fair play of the world, And with a great heart heave away this storm: My holy lord of Milan, from the king.
Let me have audience; I am sent to speak :Commend these waters to those baby eyes, That never saw the giant world enrag'd;
I come, to learn how you have dealt for him; Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,
And, as you answer, I do know the scope Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping,
And warrant limited unto my tongue. Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as
Pand. The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite, Into the purse of rich prosperity,
And will not temporize with my entreaties ; As Lewis bimself:-so, nobles, shall you all,
[deep He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms. That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. The youth says well:-Now hear our English
Bast. By all the blood that everfury breath’d, Enter PANDULPH, attended.
For thus his royalty doth speak in me. [king;
He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should : And even there, methinks, an angel spake:
This apish and unmannerly approach, Look, where the holy legate comes apace,
This harness'd masque, and unadvised revel, To give us warrant from the hand of heaven;
This unhair'd sauciness, and boyish troops, And on our actions set the name of right,
The king doth smile at, and is well prepar'd With holy breath.
To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, Pand. Hail, noble prince of France !
From out the circle of his territories. The next is this,-king John hath reconcil'd
That band, which had the strength, even at Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in,
your door, That so stood out against the holy church, To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch;: The great metropolis and see of Rome : To dive, like buckets, in concealeds wells; Therefore thy threatning colours now wind up
To crouch in litter of your stable planks; And tame the savage spirit of wild war;
To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and That, like a lion foster'à up at hand,
trunks ; It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety ont And be no further harmful than in show. In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake,
+ Face down. Emoraceth. + Lora of country. 1 Leap over the hatch.
Even at the crying of your nation's crow, Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ;
(Exeunt Shall that victorious hand be feebled here, That in your chambers gave you chastisement? SCENE IV.—The same. Another part of the No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; And like an eagle o'er his airy towers,
Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, Bigot, and To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.
others. And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with You bloody Neros, ripping up the womb
friends. Of your dear mother England, blush for shame: Pem. Uponce again; put spirit in the French; For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids, If they miscarry, we miscarry too. Like Amazons, come tripping after drums; Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. Their neeldst to lances, and their gentle hearts Pêm. They say, king John, sore sick, nath To fierce and bloody inclination.
left the field. Lew. There end thy brave, g and turn thy face in peace;
Enter Melun wounded, and led by Soldiers. We grant, thou canst outscold us : fare thee
Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. We hold our time too precious to be spent Sal. When we were happy, we had other With such a brabbler. Pand. Give me leave to speak.
Pem. It is the count Melun. Bast. No, I will speak.
Sal. Wounded to death. Lew. We will attend to neither:
Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, (sold ;* Plead for our interest, and our being here. And welcome home again discarded faith. Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; will cry out;,
For, if the French be lords of this loud day, And so shall you, being beaten: Do but start Het means to recompense the pains you take, An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
By cutting off your heads : Thus hath he sworn, And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd, And I with him, and many more with me, That shall reverberate all as loud as thine; Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury; Sound but another, and another shall,
Even on that altar, where we swore to you As loud as thine, rattle the welkin’si ear; Dear amity and everlasting love. And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at Sal. May this be possible? may this be true ? hand
Mel. Have I not hideous death within my (Not trusting to this halting legate here, Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need,) Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax
Retaining but a quantity of life;
(view, Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits Resolved from his figure 'gainst the fire ?: A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day, What in the world should make me now deTo feast upon whole thousands of the Fren
ceive, Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this dan- Since I must lose the use of all deceit?
Why should I then be false ; since it is true Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do That I must die here, and live hence by truth? not doubt.
(Exeunt. I say again, if Lewis do win the day,
He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours SCENE III.-The same.--A Field of Battle.
Behold another day break in the east: Alarums.--Enter King John and HUBERT. But even this night,---whose black contagious
breath K. John. How goes the day with us? O, tell Already smokes about the burning crest me, Hubert.
Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied sun, Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your ma- Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire; jesty?
Paying the fine of rated treachery, K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, so long,
If Lewis by your assistance win the day. Lies heavy on me; 0, my heart is sick! Commend me to one Hubert, with your king;
The love of him,-and this respect besides, Enter a MESSENGER.
For that my grandsire was an Englishman, Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faul- Awakes my conscience to confess all this. conbridge,
In lieuß whereof, I pray you, bear me hence Desires your majesty to leave the field; From forth the noise and rumour of the field; And send him word by me, which way you go. Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the In peace, and part this body and my soul abbey there.
With contemplation and devout desires. Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrewll my supply,
But I do love the favour and the form (soul That was expected by the Dauphin here, Of this most fair occasion, by the which Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin We will untread the steps of damned fight; sands.
(now: And, like a bated and retired food, This news was brought to Richard but even Leaving our rankness and irregular course, The French light coldly, and retire themselves. Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erK. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns And calmly run on in obedience, [look'd,
Even to our ocean, to our great king John.And will not let me welcome this good news.- My arm shall give thee help to bear thee bence; Set ve luward Swinstead : to my litter straight;
* A proverb intimating treachery. + Lewis * The crowing of a cock
In allusion to the images made by witches. $ Needles. Boast. U Sky
# Ini betide.
very heart !
Por I do see the cruel pangs of death! (flight; Hub. O, my sweet Sir, news fitting to the
I am po woman, I'll not swoon at it. [news; SCENE V.-The same.-The French Camp. Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk:
I left him almost speechless, and broke out Enter LEWIS and his Train.
To acquaint you with this evil: that you might Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was The better arm you to the sudden time, loath to set;
[blush, Than if you had at leisure known of this. But stay'd, and made the western welkin:
Bust. How did he take it? who did taste to When the English measur'd backward their
him ? own ground,
Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, In faint retire: 0, bravely came we off, Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king When with a volley of our needless shot, Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. After such bloody toil, we bid good night;
Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up,
majesty ? Last in the field, and almost lords of it!
Hub. Why, know you not ? the lords are all
come back, Enter u MESSENGER.
And brought prince Henry in their company ;
At whose request the king hath pardon'd them, Mess. Where is my prince the Dauphin ? And they are all about his majesty. Lew, Here:- What news?
Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty Mess. The count Melun is slain; the Eng
heaven, lish lords,
And tempt us not to bear above our power!By his persuasion, are again fallen off : [long, I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power* this And your supply, which you have wish'd so
night, Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin
sands. Passing these flats, are taken by the tide, Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news!-Beshrew thy These Lincoln washes have devoured them;
Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd. I did not think to be so sad to-night, As this hath made me.-Who was he, that said, I doubt, he will be dead,
or ere I come.
Away, before! conduct me to the king; King John did Ay, an hour or two before
(Ereunt. The stumbling night did part our weary powers ?
SCENE VII.-The Orchard of SuinsteadMess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord,
Abbey. Lew. Well; keep good quarter,g and good Enter Prince Henry, SALISBURY, and Bicot.
care to-night; The day shall not be up so soon as I,
P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.
blood [Exeunt. Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain
(Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling. SCENE VI.-An open Place in the Neighbour. house,) hood of Swinsteuil-Abbey.
Doth, by the idle comments that it makes,
Foretell the ending of mortality. Enter the BASTARD and HUBERT, meeting.
Enter PEMBROKE. Hub, Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and or I shoot.
holds belief, Bast. A friend :- What art thou ?
That, being brought into the open air, Hub. Of the part of England.
It would allay the burning quality Bast. Whither dost thou go?
Of that fell poison which assaileth him. Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orcharel demand
here. Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? Doth he still rage ?
[Exit Bigot, Bast. Hubert, I think.
Pem. He is more patient Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought :
Than when you left him; even now he sung. I will upon all hazards, well believe (well: P. Hen. ( vanity of sickness! fierce exThou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so tremes, Who art thou ?
In their continuance, will not feel themselves. Bust. Who thou wilt: an if thou please,
Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now I come one way of the Plantagenets.
Against the 'mind, the which he pricks and Hub. Unkind remembrance ! thon, and eye
wounds less night,
[me, With many legions of strange fantasies; (hold, Have done me shame:-Brave soldier, pardon Which, in their throng
and press to that last That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Confound themselves. "Tis strange, that death Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Bast. Come, come; sans compliment, what Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; news abroad?
And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings Hub. Why, here walk 1, in the black brow His soul and body to their lasting rest. of night,
Sal. Be of good confort, prince; for you are To find you out.
born Bast. Brief, then ; and what's the news? To set a form upon that indigest
Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. Immediate. + Innovanon. Sky. i In your posts or stations. 1 Without.
Re-enter Bigot and Attendants, who bring in When this was now a king, and now is clay! King Join in a Chair.
Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay be
To do the office for thee of revenge ; (hind, K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath el. And then my soul shall wait on thee to bow-room;
heaven, It would not out at windows, nor at doors. As it on earth hath been thy servant still. -1 There is so hot a summer in my bosom, Now, now, you stars, that move in your right That all my bowels crumble up to dust :
spheres, I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen Where be your powers ? Show now your Upon a parchment; and against this fire
mended faiths ; Do I shrink up.
And instantly return with me again, P. Hen. How fares your majesty ?
To push destruction, and perpetual shame, K.John. Poison'd, -ill-fare;-dead, forsook, Out of the weak-door of our fainting land cast off :
Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be And none of you will bid the winter come,
sought; To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;
The Dauphin rages at our very heels. Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course
Sal. It seems, you know not then so much Through my burn'd bosom; nor entreat the north
The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, Who half an hour since came from the DauAnd comfort me with cold :-I do not ask you
And brings from him such offers of our peace I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait,* As we with honour and respect may take, And so ingrateful, you deny me that.
With purpose presently to leave this war. P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in Bust. He will the rather do it, when he sees my tears,
Ourselves well sinewed to our defence. That might relieve you!
Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; K. John. The salt in them is hot.
For many carriages he hath despatch'd Within me is a hell; and there the poison To the seaside, and put his cause and quarrel Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize
To the disposing of the cardinal: On unreprievable condemned blood.
With whom yourself, myself, and other lords,
If you think meet, this afternoon will post Enter the BASTARD.
To consummate this business happily. Bast. (), I am scalded with my violent mo
Bast. Let it be so ;-And you, my noble And spleen of speed to see your majesty. [tion, with other princes that may best be spar’d,
prince, K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set
Shall wait upon your father's funeral. The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd;
P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be in
[terr'd; And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should For so he willd it. sail,
Bast. Thither shall it then, Are turned to one thread, one little hair :
And happily may your sweet self put on My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
The lineal state and glory of the land! Which holds but till thy news be uttered ;
To whom, with all submission, on my knee, And then all this thou see'st, is but a clod,
I do bequeath my faithful services And modulet of confounded royalty
And true subjection everlastingly. Bast. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; To rest without a spot for evermore. (make,
Sul. And the like tender of our love we Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him:
P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give For, in a night, the best part of my power,
you thanks, As I upon advantage did remove,
And knows not how to do it, but with tears. Were in the washes, all unwarily,
Bast. O, let us pay the time but needful
woe, Devoured by the unexpected food.
[The King dies. Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead This England never did, (nor never shall,)
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, My liege ! my lord !—But now a king, -now But when it first did help to wound'itself. P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so
Now these her princes are come home again, stop.
Come the three corners of the world in arms,
[stay, What surety of the world, what hope, whát And we shall shock them: Nought shall make
us rue, Narrow, avasicious. + Model
If England to itself do rest but true. (Exnum
LIFE AND DEATH
KING RICHARD II.
KING RICHARD THE SECOND.
Uncles to the BISHOP OF CARLISLE.
ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER. caster;
LORD MARSHAL; and another Lord.
ford, Son to John of Gaunt; after- SIR STEPHEN SCROOP.
Captain of a band of Welshmen.
QUEEN to King Richard.
DUCHESS OF GLOSTER. EARI. OP SALISBURY.
DUCHESS OF YORK.
LADY attending on the Queen.
Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gar GREEN,
deners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND.
other Attendants. Henry Percy, his Son. LORD Ross.
Scene, dispersedly in England and Wales.
Re-enter Attendunts, with BOLINGBROKE and SCENE 1.- London.-A Room in the Palace.
Boling. May many years of happy days befall Enter King RICHARD, attended; John of
My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege ! GAUNT, and other Nobles, with him.
Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'a Until the heavens, enrying earth's good hap, Lancaster,
Add an immortal title to your crown! Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, * K. Rich. We thank you both : yet one but Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son;
flatters us, Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Namely, to appeal* each other of high treaAgainst the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Gaunt. I have, my liege.
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mow. K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sound
bray? ed him,
Boling. First, (heaven be the record of my If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice; In the devotion of a subject's love, (speech!) Or worthily as a good subject should, Tendering the precious safety of my prince, On some known ground of treachery in him? And free from other misbegotten hate, Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that Come I appellant to this princely presence. argument,
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, On some apparent danger seen in him, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak, Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice. My body shall make good upon this earth, K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. to face,
(hear Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant; And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will Too good to be so, and too bad to live; The accuser, and the accused, freely speak : Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky,
[Exeunt some Attendants. The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Once more, the more to aggravate the note, in rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. With a fous traitor's name stuff I thy throat; * Bond