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Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect : Deny their office : only you do lack
Creatures of note, for mercy-lacking uses.
Hub. Well, see to live : I will not touch thine eyes Hub.
And I will For all the treasure that thine uncle owes : Arth. Have you the heart? When your bead did Yet am I sworn, and I did purpose, boy, but ache,
With this same very irun to burn them out. I knit my handkerchief about your brows
Arth. O now you look like Hubert ! all this while (The best I had, a princess wrought it me),
You were disguised. And I did never ask it you again :
Peace: no more. Adieu ; And with my band at midnight held your head; Your uncle must not know but you are dead : And, like the watchful ininutes to the hour,
L'Il fill these dogged spies with false reports. Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time;
And, pretty child, eep
btless and secure, Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief? That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, Or, What good love may I perform for you?
Will not offend thee. Many a poor man's son would have lain still,
0 heaven !-I thank you, Inhert. And ne'er bave spoke a loving word to you ;
Hub. Siience; no more : Go closely in with me; Bat you at your sick service had a prince.
Much danger do I undergo for thee. [Ereunt. Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, SCENE II. The same. A Room of State in the And call it cunning: Do, an if you will :
Enter King Jolin, crowned; Pembroke, Salisbury, These eyes, that never did, nor never shall,
and other Lords. The King takes his State. So much as frown on you !
K. John. Here once again we sit, once again Hub. I have sworn to do it;
crown'd, And with hot irons must I burn them out.
And look'd upon, I hope, with cheerful eyes. Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age, would do it; Pem. This once again, bát that your highness pleas'd, The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
Was once superfluous : you were crown'd before, Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears, And that high royalty was pe'er pluck'd off; And quenchi his tiery indignation,
The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt; Even in the matter of mine innocence :
Fresh expectation troubled not the land, Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
With any long'd-for change, or better state. Bat for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron ? To guard a title that was rich before, An if an angel should have come to me,
To gild retined gold, to paint the lily, And told me, Hubert should put out mine eyes,
To throw a perfume on the violet, I would not bave believ'd no tongue, but Hubert's.
To smooth the ice, or add another hae Hub. Come forth.
[Stamps. Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of beaven to garnish, Re-enter Attendants, with Cord, Irons, &c. Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess. Do as I bid you do.
Cout, Pem. But that your royal pleasure must be done, Arth. o, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are
This act is as an ancient tale new told; Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men. And, in the last repeating, troublesome, Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here. Being urged at a time unseasonable.
I Arth. Alas, what need you be so boist'rous rough? Sal. In this, the antique and well-noted face I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.
Of plain old form is much disfigured : For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! And, like a shifted wind unto a sail, Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about; And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;
Startles and frights consideration; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, Nor look upon the iron angerly :
For putting on so new a fashion'd robe. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Pem. When workmen strive to do better than well, Whatever torment you do put me to.
They do confound their skill in covetousness : Hub. Go, stand within ; let me alone with him. And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault, 1 Attend. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deed. Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse;
[Exeunt Attendants. As patches, set upon a little breach, Arth. Alas! I then have chid away my friend ; Discredit more in hiding of the fault, He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart :
Than did the fault before it was so patch'd. Let him come back, that his compassion may
Sal. To this effect, before you were new-crown'd, Give life to yours.
We breath'd our counsel: but it pleas'd your highness Come, boy, prepare yourself. To overbear it; and we are all well pleas'd; Arth. Is there no remedy !
Since all and every part of what we would, Hub.
None, but to lose yoаr eyes. Doth make a stand at what your highness will. Arth. O heaven 1-that there were but a mote in K. John. Some reasons of this double coronation A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, (yours, I have possess'd you with, and think them strong; Any annoyance in that precious sense!
And more, more strong (when lesser is my fear), Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, I shall indue you with : Meau time, but ask Your vile intent must needs seemn horribie.
What you would have reform'd, that is not well; Hub. Is this your promise ? go to hold your tongue, And well shall you perceive, how willingly Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues
I will both hear and grant you your requests. Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes :
Pem. Then I (as one that am the tongue of these, Let me pot hold my tongue ; let me not, Hubert ! | To sound the purposes of all their hearts), Or, Kubert, if you will, cut out my tongue, Both for myself, and them (but, chief of all, So I may keep mine eyes; O spare mine eyes ; Your safety, for the which myself and them Though to no use, but still to look on you!
Bend their best studies), beartily request Lo, by my troth, the instrument is cold,
The entranchisement of Arthur; whose restraint And would not harm me.
Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent
To break into this dangerous argument,
Why then your fears (which, as they say, attend In undesery'd extremes : See else yourself;
The steps of wrong), should move you to mew up There is no malice in this burning coal;
Your tender kinsmau, avd to choke his days
The rich advantage of good exercise !
Arth. And if you do, you will but make it blush, To grace occasions, let it be our suit,
Than whereupon our weal, on you depending,
Counts it your weal, he have his liberty. All things, that you should use to do me wrong, K. John. Let it be so; I do commit bis youth
To whom he sang, in rude harsh-sounding rhymes, To your direction.-Hubert, what news with you?
That, ere the next Ascension-day at noon, Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed;
Your highness should deliver up your crown. He show'd his warrant to a friend of mine :
K. John, Thou idle dreamer, wherefore didst thou The image of a wicked heinous fault
Peter. Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so. Lives in his eye ; that close aspect of his
K. John. Hubert, away with him ; imprison him ; Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast;
And on that day, at noon, whereon he says, And I do fearfully believe, 'tis done
I shall yield up my crown, let him be hang'd : What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.
Deliver him to safety, and return, Sal. The colour of the king doth come and go,
For I must use thee.O my gentle cousin,
[Erit Hubert, with Peter. Between his purpose and his conscience, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set :
Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd ? His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.
Bast. The French, my lord ; men's mouths are Pem. And, when it breaks, I fear, will issue thence Besides, I met lord Bigot, and lord Salisbury
full of it: The foul corruption of a sweet child's death. K.John. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand:
-With eyes as red as new-enkindled fire), Good lords, although my will to give is living,
And others more, going to seek the grave The suit which you demand is gone and dead:
of Arthur, who, they say, is kill'd to-night He tells us, Arthur is deceas'd to-night.
On your suggestion. Sal. Indeed, we fear'd, his sickness was past care.
Gentle kinsman, go, Pen. Indeed we heard how near his death he was,
And thrust thyself into their companies : Before the child himself felt he was sick:
I have a way to win their loves again ; This must be answer'd, either here or hence, Bring them before me.
I will seek them out.
K. John. Nay, but make baste ; the better foot he
fore. Have I commandment on the pulse of life? Sal. It is apparent foul-play; and 'tis shame,
0, let me have no subject enemies,
When adverse foreigners affright my towns
With dreadful pomp of stout invasion !
Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels ; And find the inheritance of this poor child,
And fly, like thought, from them to me again. His little kingdom of a forced grave..
Bast. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. That blood, which ow'd the breath of all this isle,
[Exit. Three foot of it doth bold; Bad world the while !
K. John, Spoke like a spriteful noble gentleman.This must not be thas borne: this will break out
Go after him ; for he, perhaps, shall need To all our sorrows, and ere long, I doubt.
Some messenger betwixt me and the peers ;
[Exeunt Lords. And be thou he. K. John. They burn in indignation ; I repent;
Mess. With all my heart, my liege. (Exit. There is no sure foundation set os blood;
K. John. My mother dead !
Hub. My lord, they say, five moons were seen toA fearful eye thou hast; Where is that blood,
Four fixed; and the fifth did whirl about (night; Tbat I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?
The other four, in wond'rous motion. So foul a sky clears not without a storm :
K. Sohn. Five moons ? Poar down thy weather :- How goes all in France ?
Old men, and beldams, in the streets Mess. Fron France to England.Never such a Do prophesy upon it daugerously: For any foreign preparation,
Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths : Was levied in the body of a land!
And when they talk of him, they shake their heads, The copy of your speed is learn'd by them;
And whisper one another in the ear; For, when you should be told they do prepare,
And he, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist; The tidings come, that they are all arriy'd.
Whilst he, that hears, makes fearful action, K. John. o, where hath our intelligence been With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. drunk i
I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, Where hath it slept? Where is my mother's care ;
The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, That such an army could be drawn in France,
With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news; And she not hear of it?
Who, with his shears and measure in his hand,
Standing on slippers (which his nimble haste
That were embattled, and rank'd in Kent:
Another lean unwash'd artificer I idly heard ; if true, or false, I know not.
Cats off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. K. John. Withhold thy speed, dreadful occasion ! K. John. Why seek'st thou to possess me with
these fears? o, make a league with me, till I have pleas'd My discontented peers ! - What ! mother dead ? Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death! How wildly then walks my estate in France !-- Thy hand hath murder'd him: I had mighty cause Under whose conduct came those powers of France,
To wish him dead, but thou hadst none to kill him. That thou for truth giv'st out, are landed here ! Hub. Had none, my lord ! why, did yon not proMess. Under the dauphin.
K. John. It is the curse of kings, to be attended
Thou hast made me giddy To break within the bloody house of life :
To understand a law; to know the meaning,
Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns Bast. But, if you be afeard to hear the worst,* More upon humour than advis'd respect. Then let the worst, unheard, fall on your head. Hub. Here is your band and seal for what I did.
K. John. Bear with me, cousin ; for I was amaz'd K. John. 0, when the last account 'twist heaven Under the tide: bat now I breathe again
and earth Aloft the flood; and can give andience
Is to be made, then shall this band and seal
Witness against us to damnation !
Makes deeds ill done! Hadst not thou been by, But, as I travelled hither through the land,
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd,
Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame,
I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death;
There is not
Hub. If і
And thou, to be eodeared to a king,
Sal. Sir Richard, what think you! Have you beheld,
! Made it no conscience to destroy a prince.
Or have you read, or heard ! or could you think?
Or do you almost think, although you see,
The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest,
of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame,
Presented to the tears of soft remorse.
Pem. All murders past do stand excus'd in this :
Shall give a boliness, a purity,
And prove a deadly bloodshed but a jest,
The graceless action of a heavy band,
Sal. If that it be the work any hand!
Hub. Arm you against your other enemies, It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand;
From whose obedience I forbid my soul,
Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life,
The iocense of a vow, a holy vow;
Never to taste the pleasures of the world, And you have slander'd nature in my form ;
Never to be infected with delight, Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,
Nor conversant with ease and idleness, Is yet the cover of a fairer mind
Till I hare set a glory to this hand,
By giving it the worship of revenge.
Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste in seeking you :
Arthur doth live; the king hath sent for you. And foal imaginary eyes of blood
Sal. O, he is bold, and blushes not at death :Presented thee more hideous than thou art.
A vaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone! 0, answer not; but to my closet bring
Hub. I am no villain. The angry lords, with all expedient baste :
Must I rob the law ? I conjure thee but slowly ; ruu more fast. (Exeunt.
[Drawing his Sword.
Bast. Your sword is bright, sir : put it up again.
Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murderer's skin
Hub. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, I say ;
Your worth, your greatness, and nobility.
Big. Out, dunghill! dar'st thou brave a nobleman !
Hub. Not tor my life: but yet I dare defend
Sal. Thou art a murderer.
Do not prove me so ;
[ Dies. Yet, I am none : Whose tongue soe'er speaks false, Enter Pembroke, Salisbury, and Bigot.
Not truly speaks; who speaks not truly, lies.
Pem. Cut him to pieces. Sal. Lords, I will meet him at St. Edmund's-Bury:
Keep the peace, I say. It is our safety, and we must embrace
Sal. Stand by, or I shall gall yon, Faulconbridge. bis gentle offer of the perilous time.
Bast. Thou wert better gall the devil, Salisbury: Pem. Who bronght that letter from the cardinal!
If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, Sal. The count Melun, a noble lord of France ;
Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me sbame, Whose private with me, of the dauphin's love,
I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime;
Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron,
That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
Big What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge!
Second a villain, and a murderer!
Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Who kill'd this prince ?
Sal. The king bath dispossess'd himself of us; I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep
My date of lite out, for his sweet life's loss.
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
Away, with me, all you whose souls abhor
Bast. But there is little reason in yonr grief; For I am stilled with this smell of sin.
Pemb. There tell the king, he may inquirens out.
(Ereunt Lords. Sal. This is the prison : What is he lies here! Bast. Here's a good world !-Knew you of this fair
[Seeing Arthur. Beyond the infinite and boundless reach (work ?
Do but hear me, sir.
Bast. Ha ! I'll tell thee what;
Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer :
There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell
K. John. That villain, Hubert, told me, he did live. As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child.
Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. Hub. Upon my soul,
But wherefore do yon droop? why look you sad? Bast.
If thou didst but consent Be great in act, as you have been in thought;
Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust,
Be stirring as the time; be tire with tire ;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow A bean to hang thee on; or wouldst thou drown of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes, Put but a little water in a spoon,
[thyself, That borrow their behaviours from the great, And it shall be as all the ocean,
Grow great by yoor example, and put on Enough to stile such a villain up.
The dauntless spirit of resolution. I do suspect thee very grievously.
Away; and glister like the god of war, Hub. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, When he intendeth to become the field : Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath
Show boldness and aspiring confidence. Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, What, shall they seek the lion in his den, Let hell want pains enough to torture me!
And fright him there! and make him tremble there? I left him well.
0, let it not be said !--Forage, and run Bast.
Go, bear him in thine arms.- To meet displeasure further from the doors; I am amaz'd, metbinks; and lose my way
with him, ere he come so nigh. Among the thorns and dangers of this world.
K. John. The legate of the pope hath been with me, How easy dost thou take all England up!
And I have made a happy peace with him;
And he hath promis'd to dismiss the powers
O inglorious league !
Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
To arms invasive ! shall a beardless boy,
A cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields,
Mocking the air with colours idly spread, (As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast),
And find no check ? Let us, my liege, to arms: The imminent decay of wrested pomp.
Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace; Now happy, he, whose cloak and cinctare can Or if he do, let it at least be said, Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, They saw we had a parpose of defence. (time. And follow me with speed ; P'll to the king :
K. John. Have thou the ordering of this present A thousand businesses are brief in hand,
Bast, Away then, with good courage ; yet, I know, And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. (Ereunt. Our party may well meet a prouder foe. (Exeunt.
SCENE JI. A Plain near St. Ed inund's-Bary.
Enter, in Arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melan, Pembroke, ACT V.
Bigot, and Soldiers.
Return the precedent to these lords again ;
That, having our fair order written down,
Both they, and we, perusing 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
A voluntary, zeal, and anurg'd faith,
I am not glad that such a sore of time To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflam'd.
Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt, Our discontented counties do revolt;
And heal the inveterate canker of one wound Our people quarrel with obedience ;
By making many : 0, it grieves my soul, Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,
That I must draw this metal from my side To stranger blood, to foreign royalty.
To be a widow-maker; 0, and there, This inundation of mistemper'd humour
Where honourable rescue, and defence, Rests by you only to be qualified.
Cries out upon the pame of Salisbury :
But such is the infection of the time,
That, for the health and physic of our right,
We cannot deal bat with the very hand Upon your stubborn usage of the pope :
And is't not pity, O my grieved friends! But, since you are a gentle convertite,
That we, the sons and children of this isle,
Wherein we step after a stranger march
Upon her gentle bosom, and till ap
Upon the spot of this enforced cause), K.John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the prophet To grace the gentry of a land remote, Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon,
And follow unacquainted colours here? My crown I should give off! Éven so I have :
What, here !-- nation, that thou couldst remove ! I did suppose, it should be on constraint; But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary,
That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about,
Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself, Enter the Bastard.
And grapple thee unto a Pagan shore; Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds Where these two Christian armies might combine But Dover castle : London hath receiv'd, (out, The blood of malice in a vein of league, Like a kind host, the dauphin and his powers: And not to spend it so unneighbourly! Yonr nobles will not hear you, but are gone
Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this
3 To offer service to your eneiny:
And great affectious, wrestling in thy bosom, And wild amazement burries up and down
Do make an earthquake of nobility: The little number of your doubtful friends.
0, what a noble combat bast thou fought, K. John. Would not my lords return to me again, Between compulsion and a brave respect ! After they heard young Arthur was alive!
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
My heart bath melted at a lady's tears,
But this effusion of such manly drops,
To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, From out the circle of his territories. Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd That hand, which had the strength, even at your door, Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch; Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.
To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells; Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
To crouch in litter of your stable planks ; And with a great heart heave away this storm : To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks; Commend these waters to those baby eyes,
To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out That never saw the giant-world enrag'd ;
In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake, Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,
Even at the crying of your nation's crow, Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping.
Thinking his voice an armed Englishman; Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep Shall that victorious band be feebled here, Into the purse of rich prosperity,
That in your chambers gave you chastisement ? As Lewis himself :-so, nobles, 'shall you all,
No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. And like an eagle o'er his aiery towers, Enter Pandulph, attended.
To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.And even there, methinks, an angel spake :
And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, Look, where the holy legate cones apace,
Yon bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb To give us warrant from the hand of heaven ;
of your dear mother England, blush for shame : And on our actions set the name of right,
For your own ladies, and pale-visag'd maids,
Like Amazons, come tripping after drums;
Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,
Their neelds to lances, and their gentle bearts Himself to Rome; his spirit is come in,
To fierce and bloody inclination.
(peace; That so stood out against the holy church,
Lew. There end thy brave, and turn thy face in The great metropolis and see of Rome :
We grant, thou canst outscold us : fare thee well ; Therefore thy threat’ning.colours now wind up,
We hold our time too precious to be spent And tame the savage spirit of wild war;
With such a brabbler. That, like a lion foster'd up at hand,
Give me leave to speak. It may lie gently at the foot of peace,
Bast. No, I will speak. And be no further barmful than in show.
We will attend to neither :Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not back ; Plead for our interest, and our being here.
Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war I am too high-born to be propertied,
Bast. Indeed, your drums, being beaten, will cry To be a secondary at control, Or useful serving-man, and instrument,
And so shall you, being beaten: Do but start (out; To any, sovereign state throughout the world.
An echo with the clamour of thy drum, Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars,
And even at havd a drum is ready brac'd, Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself,
That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ; And brought in matter that should feed this fire ;
Sound but another, and another shall,
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear, And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out With that same weak wind which enkindled it. And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder: for at hand You taught me how to know the face of right,
(Not trusting to this balting legate here, Acquainted me with interest to this land,
Whom he hath as'd rather for sport than need), Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart;
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.
L-w. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. After young Arthur, claim this land for mine;
Bast. And thou shalt find it, dauphin, do not doubt.
[Exeunt. And, now, it is half-conquer'd, most I back, Because that John hath made his peace with Rome! SCENE III. The same. A Field of Battle. Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne, What men provided, what munition sent,
Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert. To underprop this action ? is't not I,
K. John. How goes the day with us? O, tell me,
Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty! Sweat in this business, and maintain this war!
K. John. This fever, that hath troubled nie so long, Have I not heard these islanders shout out,
Lies heavy on me; 0, my heart is sick! Vive le roy! as I bave bank'd their towns ?
Enter a Messenger. Have I not bere the best cards for the game,
Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, FanleonTo win this easy match play'd for a crown?
Desires your majesty to leave the field; [bridge, And shall I now give o'er the yielded set!
And send him word by me, which way you go. No, on my soul, it never shall be said.
K. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the abbey Pand. You look but on the outside of this work. Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return
Mess. Be of good comfort: for the great supply, Till my attempt so much be glorified
That was expected by the dauphin here, As to my ample hope was promised
Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands. Before I drew this gallant head of war,
This news was brought to Richard but even now: And cull'd these fiery spirits froin the world, The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. To ontlook conquest, and to win renown
K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns we up, Even in the jaws of danger and of death.-
And will not let me welcome this good news.
[Trumpet sounds. Set on toward Swinstead : to my lifter straight; What lusty trompet thus doth summon us ! Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. [exeunt. Enter the Bastard, attended.
SCENE IV. The same. Another Part of the same. Bast. According to the fair play of the world,
Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, Bigot, and others. Let me have audience; I am sent to speak :My holy lord of Milan, from the king
Sal. I did not think the king so storld with friends. I come, to learn how you have dealt for him ;
Pem. Up once again ; put spirit in the French;
If they miscarry, we miscarry too.
Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,
In spite of spite, alone up!olds the day. [field. Pand. The dauphin is too wilful-opposiie, And will not temporize with my entreaties;
Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, hath left the He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.
Enter Melon wounded, and led by Soldiers. Bast. By all the blood that ever fary breath'd, Mel, Lead me to the revolts of England here. The youth says well :-Now hear our English king; Sal. When we were happy, we had other names. For thus his royalty doth speak iu me.
Pem. It is the count Melun. He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should :
Wounded to death. This apish and unmannerly approach,
Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold ; This barness'd masque, and unadvised revel,
Uathread the rude eye of rebellion, This anhair'd sauciness, and boyish troops,
And welcome home again discarded faith. The king doth smile at; and is well prepar'd Seek out king John, and fall before his feet;